Page 38 of His UnBearable Touch

And when she felt him crouch over her, his warmth covering her like a blanket. She wanted to grab a hold of him and pull him down. She wanted to feel his skin against hers, but she let him set the pace.

He was giving her a gift and that was enough to keep her still. She’d had tastes of his passion, and she was ready to drink her fill.

And so was he.

His lips ghosted over hers, dusting kisses along her jaw, down her neck, and then settling at the point where her shoulder began, just above her collarbone.

His mouth fitted against her skin and she felt the building pressure as her blood thrummed through her veins. She knew from a rather frank conversation with Natale that he would make his mark there, so feeling his teeth lightly press against her skin, his tongue tracing along the edge of the tentative mark, her skin heated even more.

She arched her back, pressing her body against his. It wasn’t something she could control, just an unconscious gesture from her body reaching for his.

And his hands answered that need.

He pulled back and moved beside her, starting at her hips, holding her still with his hands, he tilted her a moment later, his fingers hooked into the waistband of her pants and pulled, a swift peeling motion that laid her bare from her waist down.

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He saw Allegra lift her hands to cover herself. It was habit, he realized, trying to cover herself so she couldn’t be seen. Careful of her hands and her wrists, he smoothed his hands up to her elbows and gently laid her arms beside her body. When he felt her still her movements, he let her go and moved down to her feet.

It was dark in the conservatory, but he could see her laid out before him. Her pale flesh glowed with heat against the pristine white sheet that he’d spread underneath her body. He wanted to have her here where he felt the most like both sides of his soul, but he wanted her comfortable… cared for.

He wrapped a hand around her ankle and felt her tense. The movement only managed to play into his need, bending her leg at the knee.

Valerio mirrored his touch on her other ankle and she gasped as he moved a few inches forward, his hands still on her ankles, and her legs fell open slowly before his eyes.

He leaned forward, his hands traveling from her ankles and up, his thumbs trailing along her calf and to the insides of her knees. She was sensitive, ticklish there, and instead of pulling away he watched sensations roll through her curvaceous body.

“I want to taste you.”

She didn’t tell him yes or no.

Instead, he watched a curious expression cross her face as he turned and moved his hands slowly onto her thighs, his fingers splayed open against the silk of her skin. “I’ve dreamed of putting my mouth on you,” he told her, leaning closer. “Have you had the same dream, Allegra?”

She shook her head, a half-wild movement that managed to ease the tension in her body, and open her legs even more as she laid before him.

“No?” He pressed a kiss on her hip and then another an inch closer to her bellybutton.

“No, but I’ve dreamed,” she gasped as he kissed her other hip, “of you… and me.”

His bear leaned heavily on him, pushing against their link with a metaphysical shoulder. He wanted out or he wanted Valerio’s fangs in her flesh. Soon.

“Tell me, Allegra.” This time, he didn’t lift his lips away for another kiss, he trailed them along the soft swell of her belly until he pressed a kiss just inches away from her silken curls. “What did you dream?”

Her breathing was ragged, but not painful… breathless and needy as she lay as still as she could beneath him.

“I dreamed…” He turned his head, and trailed his cheek across the tender flesh at the top of her thigh and watched her fist the blanket in her hands. “I dreamed of tasting you.”

Something broke inside of him. The thought of her mouth on him, her tongue hot and wet against his flesh, made him tremble with need.

He moved, like the predator he was, laying himself on the ground between her legs. He slid his arms under her thighs and reached around to seize her hips and lift her to his waiting mouth.

He stroked her with his tongue from one end to the other, dragging the tip of it under the silken hood of flesh. When the tip of his tongue grazed against her he felt her thighs tighten, squeezing closer. He began again, parting her lips and delving his tongue into her sweetness before reaching the end and circling her clit.

A cry was wrung from her lips and her thighs tightened again.

He couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corners of his lips. He could hear her panting and even a few muttered curses as he continued the tender torture of her flesh.

“Come, Allegra.” He opened his mouth and used his teeth to nip at the flesh of her thigh. “Let me have all of you.”

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