Page 20 of Seduced by Her Fake Husband (The Martinelli Wedding #2)
The first brush of his lips sent a shockwave of sensation through her that was even headier than the first kiss they’d shared what felt like forever ago.
Sinking into his hard, almost primitive demands, their mouths moved together in a fusion of passion that incinerated her terror, and she gave herself to it, switched off her thoughts, cast aside her fears and gave herself to Gennaro, gave herself to his dark taste, his scent, his touch and the sensations flickering like lightning through her skin.
“God, Luisa,” he groaned into her mouth, his fingers dragging through her hair.
“You taste like heaven.” And then his lips plundered her again with a kiss so hot and demanding that if hadn’t wrapped his arms so tightly around her, her legs would have buckled.
Scraping her fingers through his soft hair, she returned his kisses with the same passion, every sweep of his tongue against hers filling her with fizzes of sensation.
He lifted her into his arms as if she weighed nothing and carried her to the bed.
Breathing heavily, he lowered himself on top of her and gazed down at her for another long, suspended moment.
And then he kissed her with a hungry possessiveness she felt all the way into her marrow.
Where their first coupling… had it really only been just a few hours ago…? had been a desperate explosion of pent-up lust, this was an explosion of pent-up emotion.
Burying his face in her neck, his tongue trailed the sensitive hollow beneath her ear and down over the frantic pulse at the base of her throat. The scratching of his beard on her sensitive skin was as heavenly as the sensual assault of his lips and tongue.
The sensation in her breasts when he took them in his mouth, encircling the taut peaks with slow strokes of his tongue, was almost more than she could bear.
She moaned softly at the untrammelled pleasure, the moans deepening when he answered her wordless plea for more with deeper sucks and licks and grazing bites until the pleasure became so acute it turned into a form of pain.
She’d ached for this for so long, she realised in the hazy recess of her mind. Ached for Gennaro.
All her life…
Gennaro had never tasted or smelt such exquisite, arousing flesh before. Never touched such exquisite softness, the hard the scrape of Luisa’s nails on his shoulders an exquisite contrast.
Everything about her was exquisite, the thrills raging through him stronger even than that moment he’d first thrust into her against the wall.
They’d both lost control and taken each other selfishly, but even with that loss of control and in the heat of their passion, he’d managed to retain some detachment.
That detachment had been ripped away. The urge to take Luisa again and lose himself in her slick tightness fought with the hunger to devour every delicious inch of her flesh and learn every last one of her erotic secrets.
Not just her erotic secrets. He wanted to strip her back to her essence and learn every last thing there was to know about her.
God, she was beautiful. Every delicious inch.
The weight and fullness of her breasts… it was like they’d been created especially for him and he slavered attention on them, fighting the very real need to consume them whole.
Consume her whole. Crawl into her skin and taste her heart and then etch his name into it.
He’d never known such greed before, and it was this greed, this need for Luisa, to taste every inch of her deliciousness and mark himself on her, that had him snaking lower.
Luisa did something to him, something that was more than sexual. She made him feel things it was dangerous to feel, things that transcended mere sex and desire, and he’d been a fool to ever let himself believe otherwise.
It was the way she’d stalked to the bathroom door, so majestic in her nakedness and yet so vulnerable.
It had broken something in him and filled his chest with something he’d never felt before, and now everything he’d spent the past two years ruthlessly determined to never allow become reality had been unleashed.
He didn’t think he could fight it if he wanted to.
God, she tasted so good, so damned fucking incredible. The more he tasted the more he wanted. For the time they had left together, Luisa would be his in every greedy, selfish way possible, and when they said goodbye, she would walk away with his imprint in her soul.
The pleasure being bestowed on Luisa was so intense that she didn’t know if she was in heaven or hell.
Gennaro worshipped every inch of her flesh with his mouth and tongue, his hands and fingers caressing and exploring, shivers flaming over and through her skin.
Her pulses raged, liquid heat pooling deep inside her and when his mouth reached her pubis, she parted her thighs and raised her buttocks in another wordless, wanton plea.
With a barely suppressed groan, he explored her most intimate secret flesh with almost restrained reverence.
His tongue probed and flickered, fingers working in tandem, stroking her inside and out until she was nothing but a coiled flame of hot, sticky need and her nub swollen to an arousal so strong it was close to torture.
Writhing beneath him, the liquid in her core thickened to molten, she arched her back, losing herself in this maelstrom of intense, all-consuming pleasure.
She was riding the crest of a wave, each stroke of Gennaro’s tongue sweeping her higher and higher until the wave smashed and in the split of a moment she was thrown headfirst into a vortex of shimmering, spasming pleasure that had her crying out and clasping tightly to the sheets as she rode the ripples for as long and as far as she could until she’d dissolved into tingling atoms.
With one last tender kiss to her most feminine part, he shifted his attention, caressing his way back up her body with kisses and bites, taking a breast whole into his mouth and sucking it with a savageness that released fresh darts of pleasure.
Reaching for him, she clasped his skull and scraped her fingers through his hair to pull him up to her just so she could fuse her mouth to his and taste his heavenly kisses all over again before hooking a leg around his waist and using her body to coax him onto his back.
Gennaro gazed into Luisa’s fevered eyes and knew she was seeing the same fever in his.
“My turn,” she dragged out huskily before kissing him such passion and hunger his brain shut down to everything but her.
The sensations as she explored his body were like nothing, nothing …
Every mark of her plump lips and silky tongue on his flesh fed the fire, her soft, glossy hair covering him like a sheet, trailing its own pleasure, and when she took his rock-hard cock into her hot wet mouth he had to squeeze his eyes shut to stop himself coming on the spot.
God in heaven …
Gripping him tightly, she pleasured him simultaneously with her mouth and hand.
He reached for the head bobbing up and down between his legs and speared his fingers through her hair, groaning his encouragement and pleasure.
And she groaned too, soft groans from the throat taking in as much of his length as she could manage.
A tugging sensation was building inside him, the unmistakable sign that his orgasm was edging closer, and he fought to hold on against a mouth and tongue bestowing such heady, erotic delights on him.
As if she sensed he was on the brink, she sucked her lips up his length one final time and crawled back up his body to straddle him.
Heady doe eyes locking onto his, she reached for his arousal and guided it to the V between her legs. With a long cry of pleasure, she sank onto it.
In the beat of a heart he’d filled her, filled her so completely that it shocked the breath from his lips… and the breath from hers .
Cheeks flush with passion, she rode him with her nails digging into his chest, her breaths shallowing, moans deepening. He clasped her hips to steady her and gazed in wonder at her utter abandonment. If he thought he’d been in heaven in her mouth…
Her climax came quickly, her eyes glazing as she ground herself down, thickening and contracting around him, her face closing in on his until her final cry of bliss was a breath on his tongue.
Only when he was certain her climax was sated did he flip her onto her back. Pushing her thighs back as far as they would go, he drove into her with his hips, and then he started to fuck her, fucking her as hard as he’d done in the fantasies he’d barely allowed himself to acknowledge.
Her legs wrapped tightly around him, hands gripping his shoulders, she took every powerful stroke with hitched moans of encouragement.
It felt like he was drowning in her.
The pleasure saturated every part of him.
Harder and faster he drove into her, building the sensation for them both, dimly and yet potently aware of the colour in her cheeks darkening and the pupils of her eyes dilating and the tendons in her neck straining, and then she was thickening and contracting around him, her body pulling him deeper and deeper until he no longer felt like he was drowning but was drowning; drowning in a climax so powerful that white lights flickered behind his eyes and every inch of his body throbbed.