Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
His lips crashed down on mine, devouring my sharp cry. Our first kiss had been a careful, slow seduction; this one was savage, rough with raw need. He claimed my mouth with tongue and teeth, kissing me so deeply that I could barely breathe. He consumed me, savoring the taste of my needy whimpers and soft gasps as he toyed with my breasts.
I’d never known my nipples could be so sensitive. Even through the barrier of his shirt, they tingled and throbbed beneath his deft fingers. His thumbs rubbed over the tight buds, teasing me until I became frenzied in my desperate need for more.
“Please,” I panted against his lips. “Please, Massimo.”
He groaned into my mouth and kissed me more deeply, almost feral. Abruptly, he tore his lips from mine, and I cried out at the loss. With one sweep of his powerful arm, he cleared the dining table. Plates smashed, and silverware clattered to the floor. I gasped in shock, but before I could ask what he was doing, his big hands sank into my hips. He lifted me as though I weighed nothing more than a doll, laying me out on the table before him.
I stared up at him where he loomed over me, his eyes burning flame blue as he studied my body. I studied him with equal intensity, my greedy gaze raking over his muscular chest and rippling abs where his robe had parted to reveal his impressive physique. My tongue darted out to wet my lips, and he watched the sign of my desire with a low growl.
His hands fisted in the shirt that barely covered me, and the material tore like paper as he ripped it apart. Cool air washed over my heated skin, my body fully bared to him for the first time.
My hands flew to my chest and sex, instinctively covering myself. His growl roughened to a warning snarl, and his fingers encircled my wrists. He dragged my arms above my head, pinning them to the table.
“Never hide from me, farfallina,” he rebuked.
I blew out a shaky sigh, modesty warring with my raging desire for this fierce, beautiful man. No one had ever looked at me in broad daylight like this; George had been my only sexual partner, and we always had sex with the lights off.
I took another breath and shoved the fleeting thought of my traitorous fiancé from my mind. As though he read my moment of disquiet, Massimo said something in Italian. I couldn’t understand the words, but his cadence was low and soothing. Reverent.
Keeping my wrists pinned, he lowered his face to my chest, his eyes burning into mine. I watched with rapt fascination as his clever tongue flicked my nipple. Pleasure arced through me, and I barely recognized the wanton moan that issued from my chest.
His teeth grazed the hard bud on a wicked grin, an almost cruelly amused smile. Massimo was toying with me, indulging himself. His tongue explored the shape of my breasts as though he was memorizing my curves. With every deviant stroke, my belly coiled tighter with carnal need. My inner walls contracted, aching to be filled.
I squirmed beneath him, arching my back to seek his hot mouth on my nipples. His low chuckle rolled through my body, a vibration that reached deep into my core.
“Please…” I moaned again, lifting my hips in mindless invitation.
All thoughts had been obliterated from my mind; I was consumed by erotic desperation. Massimo had become the center of my world, and all that mattered was his merciful touch on my aching sex.
His silver eyes were molten, searing my soul. “Say my name.”
“Massimo,” I whispered, barely finding the air to reply.
“Louder,” he commanded, an almost fanatical light making his wolf’s eyes gleam.
“Please, Massimo…”
“Tell me what you want.” His calloused fingertips teased my belly, just below my navel. “Beg me to touch your pretty pussy.”
My clit throbbed in time with my racing heart, my desire for him so keen that it hurt. “Please touch me, Massimo.”
He bared his teeth at me, a primal warning.
“Please touch my pussy, Massimo.” Despite the embarrassment that flooded my cheeks with heat, I spoke clearly. I would do anything he said if he would grant me the release I so desperately needed. My body burned for him, for his masterful touch.
His dazzling, sharply satisfied grin hit me square in the chest. “Good girl.” He stroked my cheek and gently squeezed my wrists with his other hand. “Stay.”
He released me from the shackle of his long fingers, his touch trailing down the length of my arms, over the sides of my torso, down to my hips. He grasped me firmly and tugged me to the edge of the table, so that my toes brushed the floor. His grip shifted to my thighs, parting them as he dropped to his knees before me.