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Pushing sticky tendrils back from her forehead, she looked up.
In the mirror, gray-green eyes trapped her, as surely as if he was a hunter who’d set a snare for her. And the lure was this erotic picture of them together framed perfectly in the mirror.
The ceiling lights were in full brightness and they danced over her skin like gold drops. Her breasts were full with peaked nipples, and his long fingers on her belly, made her swallow. With his broad shoulders and long, powerful limbs and all those clenched muscles around her, he should have minimized her. Instead, against the contrast of his body, anchored by the naked desire in his gaze, she felt beautiful.
Seen. Known.
“Will you sit for a painting like this, Nyra?” he said, nuzzling her neck, his fingers beginning the ascent of her desire all over again.
“If you join me,” she said, throwing her head back.
His smile was a dark gleam in the mirror. “I shall convince you,” he said, digging his teeth into her shoulder.
And then his hands were everywhere, his mouth was everywhere. Nyra stopped trying to keep track of what he was doing to her and simply gave in to the assault.
Her second orgasm came and went, spinning and hurling her around as if she were a speck of light in the cosmos. Or even an exploding star.
The pleasure was so intense that she started sobbing at some point.
Every muscle in her body felt stretched, wrung out, but Nyra hung on to him, knowing he still hadn’t sought his satisfaction. “Enough, Adriano. Let’s take care of you now.Por favore,” she said, turning and rubbing her swollen lips against his jaw.
He chuckled, and the sound went straight to her sensitized core. “Do you still think I don’t appreciate you,bella?”
Taking his lips in a soft kiss, Nyra held back the things she couldn’t say anymore. “I will never complain, ever again.”
His fingers strummed her folds and then her popped clit, sending a weak arrow of pleasure through her. She whimpered, her spine feeling like it was made of Jell-O. “You’re ready for me, then?” he whispered.
“Always,” she said.
“Keep your eyes open.”
Nyra blinked and watched as he lifted her to sit on him as if she were a feather. Then he adjusted her thighs, and suddenly, she was glad for the flexibility and strength her daily yoga practice had given her.
“Now take me inside,bella. Easy and slow.”
Clutching his forearms, sensing his raised tendons with her fingers, Nyra pulled up and then drove herself down onto his cock. After all these months, she’d forgotten how the stretch and breadth of him felt inside her. Pleasure and just a pinch of pain drenched her.
A feral moan ripped from their mouths, joining into an erotic symphony.
One corded arm sat under her breasts, holding her impaled against him, while he sent the other to cup her cheek. His kiss was brutal in its need and so soft in its delivery.
“Is this dangerous enough for you, Nyra?”
She giggled. And even that sent a fresh arrow of sensation where they were joined, pleasure shorting out her synapses.
Of course, she should have known that her extracompetitive husband would take it as a challenge.
And in this new position, it felt like he was right in her heart. She’d barely taken stock of all the new, raw sensations strumming through her, when he said, “Give me your gaze.”
She looked up, and there she was, indecently stretched out and splayed against his lap. Sweat made her skin gleam with a sheen, and her mouth was swollen, as were her nipples.
Every inch of her screamed his possession with pride.
With one hand on her throat, she moved the other down to touch the place where they were joined. Licking her lips, holding his gaze, she stroked the root of him.
A fiery jolt speared her from that place.
His filthy curse, a guttural groan and a slight thrust were her rewards.