Not when he’d wanted her so much in the past weeks. Staying away, letting her be, had been like trying to cut his own arm off. And now, here she was, bold and brazen, her hands and lips sending him on a one-way train to blissful oblivion.
Her soft, generous lips pulled on his nipple, licked and sucked it till he shuddered. Then she did the same to the other one, making his nerve endings scream as blood rushed from his brain to engorge his cock. He was so hard and hungry for her, he was sure he’d erupt if he didn’t take care.
So he gritted his teeth and lay beneath her as docile as he could, even though he wanted to flip her down next to him and slam into her with his raging cock. But she was intent on tasting every inch of his body, her tongue making a hot, wet trail in a straight line from his pecs to his waiting, expectant dick.
“Oh, wow,” she breathed, cupping him in both hands. He stared down at his shaft standing proud within her clasped fingers, which seemed dwarfed by his sizeable member. Once again, he shuddered at her touch. He warned himself to hold on tight to every ounce of self control or he’d be exploding into her palms.
The tip of his cock was dewy with precum, which she proceeded to demolish with her tongue.
Seeing her go down on him would have been enough to tear him free of all restraint; but once again, he found the strength from somewhere. His fingers stroked back her hair so he could watch her face as her lips parted and she shot out her tongue again, showering his tip with tiny lollipop licks that sent liquid fire through his cock and straight to his brain.
She started to jerk him off as her mouth finally closed over his cap. Inch by inch, she lowered her lips unto him, and he groaned as he watched her mouth stretch with each downward stroke. Her tongue rolled around him as he was slowly buried in her hot, wet mouth, and he bucked at the build-up of pressure in his balls. Fucking hell he wasn’t going to last…
But each time he seemed ready to combust, she drew away, pausing in her torment of his flesh and thus keeping the storm at bay. And then she was stoking it up again, taking as much of him into her mouth till his tip was brushing the back of her throat, making her gag as a slavering of wetness now coated him from tip to balls. Hers were firm, decisive strokes, kneading into his veined shaft and making him jerk upwards in ecstasy. Her tongue flickered all around his tip and length, before lowering to his cum sac and licking those too. Then she took his balls in her mouth and sucked lustily, making him groan out loud.
One more minute of this and he had no choice but to grab the sides of her head and draw her up to capture her lips in a hard, powerful kiss. Their mingled taste was like an inebriating substance and he couldn’t get enough of it. They shot out their tongues and lapped at each other in a wet, erotic dance of passion.
Gordon seized her breast with one hand, while the other jammed in between her legs. As always, the knowledge that she was so moist and ready for him was enough to make his cock throb harder and more painfully. He shafted past her folds with his fingers, loving the incredibly sexy sounds her vaginal walls made as he knuckle-fucked her.
She moaned against his lips, hands clutching his hair as she squirmed and panted above him. He knew exactly when she wanted him to take things further, and bury himself in her. Her sheathe was closing down tight on his fingers and he sensed without being told that she was in need of something far more substantial.
He quickly positioned her on her side right next to him. Her back was half-turned to him and just by lifting her leg by the ankle; he could slide straight into her from behind.
She gasped as he penetrated her in one swift, long thrust. He pulled back fully and then thrust again, his groin bumping sideways against the cheek of her ass. It felt so perfect that he couldn’t help but groan out her name.
Her upper body twisted round so that she could circle her arms around his neck, while his hand reached out to cup and squeeze at her breast. They were twisted impossibly into each other but his cock still found its way into her cunt with no difficulty at all. Again and again, he plowed into her, filled her to the hilt with his throbbing meat. At the same time, he fondled her full mounds, tweaking roughly on her nipples and then rolling them beneath his palms. The sensuous friction was enough to cause her pussy to flow with even more juices. The wetter she was, the harder he became, and the deeper he could plunge into her velvety sweetness.
This was heaven and hell rolled into one, if that was possible. It felt so good inside her, so good he never wanted to leave. He wanted to be lost in her so deep he’d be unable to find his way back. He wanted to keep her to him, like this, forever. He never wanted it to end.
And yet a part of him knew that even though this moment was like the fountain of bliss itself, it couldn’t last forever. He could never lay claim to her because she wasn’t a possession he could own for himself. It was hell to think that soon, he might have to let her go.
He gave her deliciously heavy breast one last, hard squeeze, before sliding down her concave belly to her clit which he could easily reach. His hips flexed beneath hers with every stroke of his cock, and her pussy lips seemed to fuse to his pounding shaft like Velcro. He wasn’t sure he could make it through another minute.
“Can I come, baby?” he groaned, his teeth nipping into her ear as he elbowed back the need to simple release and storm her insides with his river of cum. “I can’t – hold back.”
“Neither can I,” she confessed, twisting her face back and sealing their lips in a kiss. Her pussy was pulsing and breathing around his cock, indicating to him just how close she too was to her release. Elated, he pounded with more force and speed, his fingertips pressing harder down on her clitoris. She let out a screech of ecstasy, as the double delight of him manually pleasuring her as well as penetrating her in deep-seated plunges drove her faster off the brink.
They tumbled down together, head over heels, bodies entwined, souls locked. Pleasure was perfected and there was nothing left to give or take. For that moment in time, they were one once again.
Chapter Nineteen
They’d made love again. Just as desperately, needily, as the first time. Like the world would end tomorrow. And who knew, maybe it would. Maybe it was already over.
“Stay.”
It was all he said. There they lay, limbs tangled, her head on his head as she listened to the erratic beat of his heart. Her whole body was awash with satiated pleasure, but still a pain lingered in her chest. And she wasn’t even sure yet why she ached.
She didn’t have to ask what he meant, and a sigh escaped her as she leaned up on her elbows to look into his face.
“I don’t think I should,” she said regretfully. “I’m not good at these things, Gordon. I’m only going to mess it up, because that’s all I know how to do. Look at how silly I acted over you and Abbey. You wanted to tell me but I wouldn’t listen…” She’d already told him about Abbey’s visit and how she’d found out there was nothing between them both.
“People in love act silly – or they wouldn’t be in love,” he told her, smiling wolfishly. “That’s when I knew for sure you cared. You couldn’t be jealous about me and Abbey if I meant nothing to you.”
“But you stayed away,” she accused, grabbing a fistful of his hair and tugging his forehead up against hers. “You never called or showed up. After the house was finished, it was like “good riddance”. I was so sure you didn’t care either.”
“Didn’t care?” he huffed, laughing shortly. “I was at my wits’ end wondering how I was going to convince you about how I feel about you. But I didn’t want you to feel any pressure. From day one, that had been my motto. To always give you breathing space – and the right to choose. And yet…in the end, I wanted to bend you to my will, to make you want to be with me. I knew it was a risk and I’d probably only end up driving you away, but I decided I’ll go for it anyway. So, now will you stay?”
She shook her head. “I can’t.”
It wrenched out her heart to say those two words, but she knew it was the
sensible thing to do. There was too much at stake; her heart was too fragile to risk it all on a romantic notion.
“I have a life to get back to in New York,” she told him softly. “I can’t just…throw it all away.”
“You can if you believe you can make an even better life – here, with me,” he said, his voice deep and gravelly. He cupped her face, his eyes boring darkly into hers.
“What is this, happily ever after?” she asked with quiet gloom that suddenly seemed to shroud her. “No one can promise that. Not even you.”
She would have pulled away but he took her wrist and jerked her back on top of him. His arm around her waist lodged her firmly against his warm, hard frame. “Just tell me what I need to do. What will make you stay with me?”
She sighed impatiently, stamping down the quiver his throbbing words evoked within her body. “Gordon, I have nowhere to go. The house has been sold. Someone snapped it up the day it was put on sale. I’ve…”
“What if I told you it was me who bought the house?” he cut in quietly, baffling her. She stared at him disbelievingly.
“It’s true; I’m the buyer,” he told her, shrugging. His free hand reached for his jacket lying on the chair by the side of the bed. Soon he was unfolding the contract, and she could see for herself that he spoke the truth.
“I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time what I really feel. And that I’m not only a contractor in the renovations business. I’m a developer as well as a financer. I just work for myself. Abbey told me about this case and I was interested in helping out. And then when I met you, I was hell-bent on making sure I’d be the one handling the project.”
His fingers were raking back her dark, tumbled hair, a small smile twitching the corners of his lips. “So…I did everything I could to make it happen. I lowered my fees so that cost would never be an excuse – and I became more hands-on with the house than I usually am with projects that aren’t my personal property. I did all this because of you, Victoria.”
Victoria couldn’t speak, her eyes wide, her lips parted in a low gasp of surprise. He looked somewhat rueful as he added, “Well, at first, it was because I wanted you like crazy – you were like no woman I’d ever met; you looked at me like you’d gladly lick cream off me. And then you only had to stand within a foot of me and I was ready to jump on you like a fiend.”
He chuckled softly, and then sobered. “But then it became more than just sex. It became vital. You became everything I always wanted. And so when you seemed determined to cut and run, and sell the house, I wanted to be the one who bought it – because this is where I fell in love.”
Victoria drew in a sharp breath, her heart a tumult of emotions. Happiness, glee, elation, shock. It was virtually unreal.
“I love you, Victoria,” he declared, gripping her face in his hand and slanting his lips over hers in a hard and fast kiss. “I don’t know if that’s going to be enough. But it’s true.”
She was staring at him in a daze. “I never even imagined…I mean, I knew in my heart that there was a chance we’d…”
She broke off, unable to piece a proper sentence together. Trying one last time, she spluttered out quickly before she lost her nerve, “I knew I was in deep trouble because you were the first guy ever who made me want to throw away every ounce of good sense I had. I’d always been methodical about my relationships. I was the one in control because that way I couldn’t get hurt. But with you, I was reckless. I didn’t care about tomorrow, or the next moment. All I wanted was to breathe you, be swept over by you. But the deeper I got, the less sure I became. Suddenly, I was scared. I’m scared now,” she told him on a ragged sigh.
He drew her sigh into his mouth, kissing her with lips wide and eating. He poured his courage into her mouth and it was like he wanted to make her strong for him. For both of them.
“I can imagine what it must mean, being asked to uproot yourself from everything you know and hold dear,” he said at last, drawing back with a ragged sigh. “And so if there’s a sacrifice to be made, then I should be the one to do it. I could move to New York to be with you, if that’s what you want. But no matter what, I’m not letting you out of my sight. If we have to be on the moon to be together, then that’s where we’ll go.”
“Oh Gordon,” she breathed, laughing with delight and tenderness. Her arms slipped around his broad shoulders, her nose nuzzling his as she smiled teasingly. “You can be so wise. I can bet that my Gran Bette would utterly adore you.”
He smiled. “Something tells me I’ll adore her too, for raising such a sweet-natured, level-headed woman.”
She elbowed him in the belly, making him yelp playfully. But then her eyes twinkled as she stared down into his handsome face. “And you know what? I’m sure that if it had to be the moon option, then it wouldn’t be a problem at all. Because that’s where you take me every time we make love.”
“That good, huh?” he murmured, his smile cocky, pleased.
“Yep,” she admitted, wedging up against him till they fitted like two pieces of a puzzle. She placed her hand on his chest and abstractly viewed the contrast in their skin tone; dusk and dawn.
Then she looked up into his smoldering eyes, adding, “You know it, I know it. I enjoy every moment with you; you interest me, excite me. You make my whole body burst out in song with just your touch. And sometimes I feel like, everything that makes us different, are the same things that make us closer, fit better together.”
A wide grin crossed his face. “So you love me?”
“Yes,” she said, her voice smoky. “Yes, Gordon. I love you.”
His arms grew so tight around her that she had to cry out in protest. Loosening his hold slightly, he sealed her words with a kiss, and then said, “Then that’s all that matters. Life becomes one pleasure trip after another when two people are in love. So long as you feel the same, there’s nothing we can’t work out. Right?”
“So right,” she returned, gazing at him like he’d said the most profound, most earth-changing thing. Which he had, really. Whatever else was going on, she knew they’d fix it. They just had to take things one pleasure trip at a time…
Bonus: Sartinis Revenge
Chapter 1
Giovanni Verdi sat at his desk, running his fingers through his thick, curly black hair. His eyes fairly burned a hole in the letter that lay in front of him as he reread it for about the fifteenth time.
We are calling you out for murdering our beloved brother, Simon Sartini. Any chance of a truce is obviously null and void, and we shall not rest until Simon’s murder is avenged. So consider yourself forewarned and know – no matter what you do or where you try to hide, you will be found and brought to justice.
Rachel & Sophia Sartini
The signatures were written in dark, red blood. Giovanni’s nostrils quivered as the scent of it floated past them once again.
Antonio sat across the desk from his uncle Giovanni. He had traveled to Sicily, taking the letter with him to get Giovanni’s advice on how to handle what was surely to be the coming storm of revenge.
“We were so close to bringing this horrid centuries old feud to a close – Rachel and Francesco were betrothed, and everyone seemed happy that things were finally taking a positive turn” He sighed deeply. “Do you have any insight or wisdom you can impart to me, Uncle?”
Giovanni shook his head sadly. “When passions such as these have been aroused in a wronged family, even if your family is not guilty, most assuredly a price will be exacted, and at great cost. Unless it is possible to conclusively prove that the Verdis were framed for the murder of Simon, I’m afraid no Verdi is safe.” He rose and looked out the window at the beautiful vineyard country that surrounded his villa.
“Thank you for seeing me, Uncle,” Antonio replied. “I thought as much, but wanted to let you know of this trouble. I fear you are right, that not one of us is truly safe until the murderer is brought to justice. This was obviously a plot to irrevocably prevent the truce between the
families from ever taking place. I must go in search of this assassin myself, and hopefully find a way to bring the truth to light.” He stood, crossed to Giovanni, and clasped him into a quick hug. “Take care of yourself, and you might consider doubling the guard on the villa. I don’t think Sicily is the first place they would look, but as you say, they are hell-bent on revenge and are likely to leave no stone unturned when it comes to tracking down Verdis.”
Giovanni emitted a scoffing exhalation. “I’m not afraid, Antonio. I have lived an incredibly long life, far longer than you. It is your children I fear for the most. They are still so young, in vampire terms. Do your best to protect them, and if there is anything I can do to assist you in that, please don’t hesitate to ask.” The men shook hands and nodded at one another respectfully, and then Antonio turned on his heel and exited his uncle’s study.
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Francesco and Claudia were each busily packing a valise. Their father had just returned home from Sicily the day before, and instructed them to immediately put together necessities for a road trip of undetermined length. They were to take only one good outfit with them, the rest of their clothes were to be very commonplace and well-worn. Their servants had donated most of the ill-fitting old but clean clothes each one was taking along. Antonio wisely realized that if they were dressed like commoners, they would be much less conspicuous to any trackers from the Sartini clan.
Francesco kiddingly threw a pair of slacks and a Henley style shirt at his sister. “Perhaps we should pull a Shakespearean trick and you should masquerade as a boy,” he teased. She gave him a dark look just as their father entered the room.
“Actually, that’s not such a bad idea,” he offered. Claudia groaned audibly, knowing that once her father’s mind was made up, it was hard to change it.
“Are you kidding me, Dad? And how would you expect me to pull that off, with these?” she gestured to her ample bosom while her brother chortled.
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