A Hunger for the Forbidden - By Maisey Yates Page 0,43
his hand over her bottom, squeezed her tightly. She was everything a woman should be. Total perfection.
She kissed his jaw, her lips light on his skin, hot and so very tempting. She made him want more, stripped him of his patience. He had always been a patient lover, the kind of lover who worked to ensure his partner’s pleasure before taking his own. Because he could. Because even if he took pleasure with his body, his actions were dictated by his mind.
But she challenged that. Made him want so badly to lose himself. To think of nothing but her. Alessia. He was hungry for her in a way he had never hungered for anyone or anything.
He slid his hands over the bodice of her nightgown, cupped her breasts through the thin fabric and found she had nothing on underneath. He could feel her nipples, hard and scarcely veiled by the gauzy material.
He lowered his head and circled one of the tightened buds with his tongue, drew it deep into his mouth. It wasn’t enough. He needed to taste her.
Her name pounded through his head in time with the beat of his heart. His need a living, breathing thing.
He gripped the straps of her gown and tugged hard, the top giving way. It fell around her waist, exposing her to him. He smoothed his hand over her bare skin, then lowered his head again, tasting her, filling himself with her.
He dropped to his knees and took the fabric in his hands, tugging it down the rest of the way, ignoring the sound of tearing fabric.
“I liked that nightgown,” she said.
“It was beautiful.” He kissed her stomach. “But it was not as beautiful as you are.”
“You could have asked me to take it off.”
“No time,” he said, tracing a line from her belly button down to the edge of her panties. “I needed to taste you.”
Her response was a strangled “Oh.”
“Everywhere.” He tugged at the sides of her underwear and drew them down her legs, tossing them to the side. He kissed her hip bone and she shuddered. “I think you should lay down for me, cara.”
“Why is that?”
“All the better to taste you, cara mia.”
“Can’t you do it from where you are?”
“Not the way I want to.”
She complied, her movements slow, shaky. It was a sharp reminder of how innocent she still was.
You let me hold on to some of my innocence.
Her words echoed in his mind as she sank to the ground in front of him, lying back, resting on her elbows, her legs bent at the knees.
No, he would not allow himself to be painted as some kind of hero. He might have saved her innocence then, but he had spent the past months ensuring that what remained was stripped from her. And tonight, he would continue it.
Keeping her bound to him would continue it.
It was too late to turn back now. Too late to stop. He put his hand on her thigh and parted her legs gently, sliding his fingers over the slickness at the entrance of her body. “Yes,” he said, unable to hold the word back, a tremor of need racking his body.
He lowered his head to take in her sweetness, to try to satiate the need he felt for her. A need that seemed to flow through his veins along with his blood, until he couldn’t tell which one was sustaining him. Until he was sure he needed both to continue breathing.
He was lost in Alessia. Her flavor, her scent.
He pushed one finger deep inside her while he continued to lavish attention on her with his lips and tongue. She arched up against him, a raw cry escaping her lips. And he took it as her approval, making his strokes with mouth and hands firmer, more insistent.
She drove her fingers deep into his hair, tugging hard, the pain giving him the slight distraction he needed to continue. Helping him hold back his own need.
He slipped a second finger inside of her and her muscles pulsed around him, her body getting stiff beneath him, her sound of completion loud, desperate. Satisfying to him on a level so deep he didn’t want to examine it too closely.
He didn’t have time to examine it because now he needed her. Needed his own release, a ferocity that had him shaking. He rose up, pausing to kiss her breasts again, before taking possession of her mouth.
He sat up and tugged his shirt over his head, shrugging his slacks down as