When Da Silva Breaks the Rules (Blood Brothers 3)

Lexie touched his jaw reverently, feeling the tough line under her fingers, following the line of his cheek down to his mouth, tracing that sensual shape.

Her belly contracted when he caught her hand and sucked one finger deep. Then he took her finger out of his mouth and, not taking his eyes off her, trailed his hand down over her breasts to the curls protecting her sex.

Gently, he encouraged her to open her legs. Lexie held her breath. Keeping the heel of his hand against her, he explored her with his finger, seeking the seam of her body and parting it, releasing her desire to smooth his passage.

She was breathing again, but it was laboured as Cesar moved his fingers over her and pressed his palm against her. Without her even knowing it Lexie’s body was moving, hips twitching, circling, seeking more.

He bent his head and took her mouth, and she almost sobbed into it when she felt him thrust one finger inside her. Her hands had to hold onto something and she found his arms, fingers digging into hard muscles. Cesar shifted and she could feel his erection against her hip.

She was too shy to reach out and touch it, but she wanted to. Wanted to explore what all that power would feel like encased in silken skin.

But right now his finger was moving in and out of her body and causing sensations such as Lexie had never experienced before. There was a delicious tightening feeling, building and building. An urgency. A desire for more.

When one finger became two, and Cesar’s tongue thrust deep into her mouth, her hands tightened on him.

He broke away. ‘Dios...you’re so responsive...I don’t know how slow I can go...you’re killing me.’

Lexie blinked. Cesar looked like a dark golden lion in the dim light. She whispered throatily, ‘Don’t go slow.’

He gazed at her, his breath coming sharp and fast. He was on the edges of his control...she could sense it. Right then Lexie felt invincible. Strong. In control.

Cesar disappeared for a moment and Lexie heard a drawer open and shut, then the sound of foil ripping. He came back and she saw him smoothing protection onto his erection.

A spurt of jealousy that he was touching himself so intimately caught her unawares, making her want to giggle with the sheer joy of discovering her own body again. Of being here and feeling safe.

Cesar came over her, careful not to crush her, but the weight of his naked body over hers was something Lexie craved. She reached for his body, clasping him, urging him down.

He cursed. ‘I don’t want to hurt you.’

‘You won’t,’ she said, and meant it, feeling emotional.

Lexie felt him push her legs apart further with his hips, stretching her. Poised above her, he nearly undid her when he pushed some hair back off her hot cheek and pressed a kiss to her mouth. As if somehow...he knew.

And then she felt him—hard, forceful, pushing into her, seeking her acceptance. Her body resisted and Lexie sucked in a breath. She willed herself not to let the darkness of her past reach out to poison this moment. She willed her body to relax, to trust.

After several heart-stopping moments, punctuated only by their harsh breathing, she felt a shift and Cesar’s body slid in a little more. Filling her.

‘You’re so small...so tight.’

She moved her hips experimentally and earned herself a long, low growl from Cesar that sounded feral.

She could see the cost of his restraint showing on his face, in his tense shoulders. He reached down a hand and moved it under her thigh, encouraging her to lift her leg around his waist.

The movement brought him deeper into her body, and now Lexie groaned as excitement built, a restless, surging yearning for a deeper connection between their bodies.

She lifted her other leg and Cesar pulled out before sliding back in, his body huge and powerful. He angled his body so that he was thrusting as deep as possible. He put a hand between them and found the cluster of cells at the juncture of her thighs. Lexie gasped out loud as that building excitement shot right through her core.

Her whole body was alive with a deep mystical energy, coiling and binding her to this man with an invisible weave. Cesar’s chest touched hers, hair a delicious friction against her b

reasts. Lexie arched her back to ask mindlessly for more.

Cesar’s movements were becoming more urgent, stronger. Faster. Her heels were digging into his muscular buttocks, driving his body deeper into hers, holding him to her.

She could feel wave after wave of ecstasy washing through her until they gathered such force that she begged Cesar to release her from the torture and let her fly. But she wasn’t coherent.

He bent his head and kissed her. ‘It’s okay, querida, I’ll catch you.’

Those words unlocked the tension and Lexie soared on a blissful plateau of pleasure so intense that it was almost painful. And as she fell, feeling the powerful contractions of her body around Cesar’s, she bit his shoulder to stop herself from screaming out loud. His own body tensed powerfully before he let out a guttural shout, and he fell just behind her.