Page 27 of The Tycoon’s Affair: Tempted By Desire

She clenched her hands into fists. It was as if his words had unlocked something tight and painful inside her and replaced it with pure desire.

She needed Alexio with an almost physical pain.

Hunger for him made her grit her jaw. Hormones were flooding her body, stronger than anything she’d felt before.

Almost without thinking, operating on some very base level, Sidonie got out of bed and opened the door of her bedroom.

She went back into the drawing room and saw Alexio standing at the window, looking like a remote figure.

For a second she hesitated, but then he turned round.

..and she was no more capable of going back than she was of ceasing breathing.

Rawly, she blurted out, ‘I need you to make love to me.’

Alexio thought he was dreaming. He saw Sidonie silhouetted in the light of a nearby lamp.

Her flimsy nightshirt clearly showed the shape of her body and the fact that she wore no underwear.

His blood boiled, blanking his brain of everything he’d been thinking about.

Lust surged, making him so hard it hurt.

Her breasts looked bigger, he could see the swell of her belly, and something deeply primal within him exulted fiercely. His seed in her belly. After their conversation he’d been feeling ridiculously exposed, but that was incinerated by the heat he felt right now.

Fearing she might disappear, Alexio instructed her throatily, ‘Come here.’

Sidonie moved with endearing jerkiness, and then she was in his arms and Alexio’s mouth was on hers. Her body was pressing into him so hard it felt as if he’d be branded with her shape for ever and he was devouring her...and wondering dimly how he’d survived for as long as he had without this.

Sidonie groaned deep in her throat as sheer wanton pleasure burned up inside her at the feel of Alexio’s arms around her again, his mouth on hers, his tongue stroking hers.

She barely noticed him lifting her up into his arms, feeling weightless as she wrapped her arms around his neck and sank deeper and deeper into the kiss.

They only broke apart so that Alexio could lay Sidonie down on his bed, and she looked up at him as he pulled off his shirt, revealing the hard-muscled perfection of his torso.

He looked leaner, harder than she remembered, and everything feminine within her sighed voluptuously.

He took off his trousers and underwear and he was unashamedly naked and aroused. The dusky light from outside bathed him in a golden glow.

‘I need to see you.’ His voice was hoarse.

Sidonie’s body was on fire. She couldn’t remember feeling so desperate, so sensitised. Her breasts were literally throbbing, aching with need. And between her legs she felt damp and hot.

She sat up slightly and pulled her nightshirt off, but her hands were awkward.

Alexio said roughly, ‘I’ll do it.’

He reached down and pulled it up and then all the way off. She was naked but she couldn’t drum up any embarrassment. She needed him too badly.

She could see Alexio’s jaw tighten as his eyes devoured her.

And then his gaze moved down to the swell of her belly.

She lay back on the bed, her breathing tortured.

Alexio moved between her legs, forcing them apart slightly, and then came down, resting over her on his hands.

Sidonie put her hands on his arms and he bent his head again, kissing her deeply, intimately.

His tongue stabbed deep, sliding along hers, making her moan with need.

When his mouth moved across her jaw and down further Sidonie’s nipples tightened unbearably. Torturously slowly he came closer and closer to that distended hard tip, and when he drew it into his mouth and suckled she cried out. It hadn’t been like this before. This intense.

His hand was cupping her other breast, kneading it gently, fingers pinching that peak.

Sidonie’s hands were in his hair, clasping him to her with a death grip.

When his mouth left her breast and his head moved down Sidonie let out a gasp of disappointment which quickly turned to something else when he pressed a kiss to her belly.

For a second her desire was eclipsed by something much more profound and dangerously tender.

Before she could dwell on it Alexio was moving lower, spreading her legs wide, his breath feathering across the incredibly sensitised nerves between her legs.

She had to put her fist to her mouth to stop from crying out again when his mouth covered her.

His tongue swirled and suckled with merciless and expert precision until she couldn’t hold it back and a flood of ecstasy rushed through her in unstoppable waves.

The intensity of her orgasm left Sidonie trembling all over and she had a moment of déjà vu , remembering her first time with Alexio and how intense it had been.

He loomed over her now, broad and awe-inspiring, and she wanted him deep inside her with a ferocious urgency that made her feel desperate.

Sidonie hooked her legs around his thighs, drawing him closer.

He emitted a guttural, ‘I don’t want to hurt you...the baby...’

‘You won’t,’ she assured him breathlessly.

With a low groan, Alexio pressed closer, and then she felt the thick head of his erection sliding into her. So big.

Sidonie let out a sound of frustration, needing more, drawing him even closer, and then with one powerful thrust he sheathed himself deep within her tight, slick body. Tears of emotion sprang into Sidonie’s eyes and she closed them fiercely in case Alexio might see the betraying glitter.

He was moving now—slowly, ruthlessly, in and out. The ride was slow and intense. Tension tightened inside Sidonie, making her moan and plead incoherently for Alexio to never stop.

When her climax approached Sidonie’s eyes flew open. She could only see Alexio’s green gaze boring into her. He held her suspended on the crest of the wave until he thrust one last time and her whole body convulsed with pleasure around his.

At some point, in the silvery glow of the moon, Sidonie woke up to feel Alexio behind her, pressing kisses to the back of her neck, making her shiver with renewed arousal.

He bent over her, scooping her back against him, coming behind her, a hand reaching to find her breast and cup it, making her moan with sleepy and delicious desire.

He said softly beside her ear, ‘Come up on your knees.’

Sidonie was wide awake now, and practically panting with need.

Just like that—within seconds. She did as he asked and came up on her knees, her legs spread.

Her upper body was on the bed, her elbows bent.

Alexio stretched over her back and she could feel his steel-hard erection move against her.

He took her arms and stretched them over her head.

Her hands automatically gripped the pillow.

And then his thighs were behind hers, his legs moving hers even further apart. Like this, she felt unbelievably exposed and wanton. And yet never more aroused. He drew his hand down her spine, fingers tracing her bones, and then his hands spread around her hips, drawing her back and into him.

She turned her cheek to the bed. Her hands tightened to white knuckles when she felt one hand move between them to explore how ready she was. She could have wept when she felt the tremor run through his body on feeling the evidence of her desire.

Taking his hand away, he replaced it with his potent erection, and as he thrust deep and started the relentless slide of his body in and out of hers again Sidonie felt as if she was losing it completely.

All that control she’d held on to for four months, the hatred.

.. It was being washed away and leaving her vulnerable, defenceless. Raw.

Alexio’s body moved with awesome power, wresting away Sidonie’s ability to think rationally. When he bent close over her back and drew her hair aside, so that he could press a kiss to her exposed skin and cup her breast, she couldn’t hold on any more and shattered to pieces for a third time.

When Alexio woke in the early dawn light he kept his eyes closed for a minute, relishing the hum of satisfaction in his body. Slowly, though, the satisfaction faded as memories took over.

Alexio opened his eyes and realised he was alone in his bed. If not for the crumpled sheets and that hum in his body he might have imagined that he’d had another night of dreams so vivid he woke up aching and aroused.

But sleeping with Sidonie had been no dream. It had surpassed any mere dream. She was more than he remembered—even more responsive.

Why had she left him? Suddenly irritated at the empty bed, Alexio threw back the covers and jumped out.

He pulled on a pair of discarded jeans nearby, left them open, and prowled through the apartment to Sidonie’s room.

The door was shut. He opened it softly and went in.

His heart clenched. She was in her nightshirt, lying on her side, with her legs pulled up.

Long golden copper hair was spread out around her head.

Lashes were long and dark against her flushed cheeks. Her breaths were deep and even.

He stood transfixed for a long moment and realised with a creeping sense of fatality that everything he’d ever known or believed in had spectacularly blown up in his face.

Yet even now he could hear his mother’s cold voice in his head, mocking him: ‘It’s all an act, Alexio...she’s fooling you even now, making you want her. Making you believe that she’d do anything but take your money when she has your baby in her belly, the best insurance a woman can get...’