Page 48 of Forgotten Mistress, Secret Love-Child
She lay supine before the blaze of power she read there, stunned by the immensity of the feelings rising within her.
‘Can you tell me you don’t want this?’
On the words one long finger slid unerringly through moist folds of skin where she was most vulnerable and sensitive.
Carys shook at the riot of sensations radiating out from his intimate caress. She felt so vibrantly alive. So needy.
Hands in tight fists, she opened her mouth to make him stop, summoning her shattered resistance. But with mind-numbing ease his finger slipped inside, pushing past muscles that clenched hungrily around him.
She almost sobbed with pleasure at the gentle, insistent, seductive slide. Just that alone felt so good. Too good. It had been so long and—
‘Carys? I’m waiting for you to tell me.’
From under weighted lids she saw him watch her and felt a flush cover her breasts and cheeks. This was her last chance.
‘I…’ The tempo of his caress changed, the angle of his touch, and all at once the world shattered around her in a storm of ecstatic energy. She felt it splinter into tiny fragments as she bucked up against his palm, tidal waves of unstoppable sensation radiating out from his touch.
Heat drenched her as the sudden climax, as complete and mind-numbing as any she’d known, blasted her apart.
Only Alessandro’s jade gaze held her together. Through the maelstrom of exquisite delight and overwhelmed senses, his eyes locked with hers. The connection between them sparked like a live wire.
An instant later he moved, surging forward in a powerful motion that thrust her back into the mattress, her legs around his already pumping hips.
Better, so much better than before. The heavy, satisfying length of him filled her completely. His breath was hot at her neck, his broad chest flattening hers, rubbing against her sensitive breasts. His arms curled beneath her and lifted her up so that each rapid thrust slid further and further till surely he touched her very centre.
Her spasming muscles had begun to ease, but now, pummelled by the unstoppable force that was Alessandro, spent nerve endings came abruptly to life again. Hearing him growl her name, feeling his teeth graze her neck at its most sensitive point only heightened the intensity of his raw, earthy loving. Tension spiralled anew as she responded to a passion so primitive she’d never experienced its like before.
The force driving him was so elemental Carys felt as if he branded her for life. She revelled in it.
One last thrust, the slide of eager hands, and she looked up into dazed green eyes as an explosion, more cataclysmic than the first, shook them both.
She heard her name, heard her own high-pitched scream, felt the satisfying hot pulse of his seed inside her as the wave took them, and then they collapsed together.
Alessandro couldn’t believe he’d so lost control. One minute they were arguing and the next Carys was tipped up on the bed and he was pounding into her with all the finesse of a rampant stallion.
The sight of her coming apart at his touch, the look of bemused wonder, of yearning on her face, had tipped him over the edge. And shattered every claim he had to be a civilised man.
He had no control where this woman was concerned. Not one iota of subtlety or restraint.
For weeks he’d harnessed a desperate, growing hunger, but not for a moment had he thought the outcome would be so rough or so barbaric.
Alessandro scrubbed a hand across his face and met his hooded eyes in the bathroom mirror. Even now they glittered with unrepentant satisfaction and excitement. Because Carys, his wife, lay in the next room. In his bed.
He should be ashamed he’d taken her with such unskilled abandon. Yet even that wouldn’t stop him a second time.
He reached out for a flannel and turned back towards the bathroom door.
She lay as he’d left her, limp and sated, long legs still encased in stockings and high-heeled satin shoes. The sight of those legs, the rucked up, crumpled dress, and the dark triangle of hair sent a bolt of electricity straight to his groin. His breath whistled out of his lungs as need, instant and consuming, swamped him again.
Had it always been like this with Carys?
Again that tantalising memory teased him, of Carys lying sated in another bed. This time, though, it wasn’t her image that caught his attention but the emotions the scene evoked. As if he could feel what he’d felt then. Satisfaction tinged with stirring sexual anticipation. Blatant possessiveness. And…contentment.
It was the latter, the curious sense of absolute rightness, that unsettled him. The suspicion that along with his memory he’d lost something precious.
He’d never responded to another woman so. That made him wary. But he couldn’t keep away. Didn’t want to.
Already he hungered for her again. This time he’d put her needs first and prove he wasn’t a barbaric lout who didn’t know how to seduce a woman.
