Page 36 of Burning Beauty

But her body clamored for his in a way she'd never before experienced. Every part of her wanted every part of him and it was getting harder to deny her libido what it wanted most. It didn't help that he wasn't giving her a choice. It would be so much easier for her to just relax and stop resisting. To give them both what they wanted.

Her small pause betrayed her indecision and he let go of her hands and took her face between his palms, leaning down to kiss her on the mouth, a sweet kiss filled with passion and promise. "Just let go, bellisima. Trust me."

She stared up at him, knowing her vulnerability was obvious to him. She didn't trust him, couldn't. She'd trusted a man before, trusted a man like Nic, powerful, domineering, darkly handsome. The experience had nearly killed her and had ended in his death.

"Don't hurt me," she whispered.

"Never," he agreed instantly, shocking her so deeply she barely noticed as his head descended again.

He just promised not to hurt her. Could he keep that promise? It was entirely possible they had different definitions of what 'hurt' meant. She tore her lips from his and asked, "What exactly do you mean by you'll never hurt me?"

He grunted his displeasure at losing her lips and kissed his way down her body to her breasts, taking one in hand and tracing his tongue around the areola, nearly causing her to forget what she was asking. "I meant what I said, bella. I will not hurt you."

"Okay," she agreed, and tried twisting her body, because she really wanted to have this conversation, but he was trying to suck all of her mental capacity out through the breast he just pulled into his mouth. She shrieked as the heat from his mouth scorched her, sending floods of pleasure straight through from her breasts to her pussy. She needed to fucking concentrate. "But what do you mean by hurt, exactly? Like you won't physically hurt me? Because that's great, but there's a whole lot of harm you can do to me that isn't physical."

"You need to stop talking."

She kept talking. "Like you could hurt someone I love, which would kill me." Damn it, she shouldn't have said that. She wasn't thinking properly. His lethal kisses were killing her brain cells. "Or you could burn down my hometown." Now she was thinking. She hated her hometown and hoped someone would burn the assholes that ran her out of there.

"I'm not going to hurt anyone you care about," he assured her. "Now shut up and relax."

"But what if your definition of pain is different than mine? Because I'm not really into any kind of pain, which is why I don't have any piercings or tattoos. Just the thought of getting needles shoved in me, ugh!"

"Maria!" he snapped. "If you keep talking then I will gag you and show you exactly what kind of pain you can handle. And trust me, while you might enjoy aspects of such sensual torture, you aren't ready for it yet."

"Torture!" she clung to the one terrible word in his sentence and tried to roll away from him.

Nic gripped her, tossed her onto her back and unleashed a passionate kiss that couldn't be mistaken for anything other than a gag to shut her up. She was already halfway under his spell, but the force of his kiss drugged her instantly, sending all her concerns flying from her head.

She gripped his arms and undulated under him, grinding her pussy against the part of him she wanted most. She wrapped her arms around him and ran her palms down his back, suddenly realizing she was touching warm hard male flesh. He wasn't wearing a shirt and she was so focused on herself that she hadn't even noticed! Fuck it, she hadn't been laid in years, she would accept what he was so conveniently forcing on her and ask all the scary questions in the morning.

Her capitulation seemed to release something inside of him. He was no longer trying to seduce her with soft touches and drugging kisses. Suddenly his hands were everywhere, heavy, possessive, sweeping over her and sweeping away the last of her doubts. As the constant simmering passion erupted between them she realized this was inevitable. There was just too much chemistry between them for this not to happen.

Maria attacked Nic with equal fervour, digging her nails into his back and dragging him down to her, fighting him for domination of their kiss. He pinned her, but she clung to him, both hanging on so tight they would have finger bruises in the morning.

"Want to see all of you," he mumbled against her.

Maria was pretty damn naked, so she didn't quite understand what he meant until he was flipping her over onto her stomach and sweeping his hands down her body, sending a shower of sensation in his path. He gripped her panties and dragged them roughly down her legs. She yelped as she heard the delicate fabric tear under his brutal touch. She didn't care though, the sound of her last item of clothing tearing sent a jolt of flooding wetness right between her legs.

Nic crawled up her body, stopping at her ass and paying homage to the plushly rounded globes. She moaned her approval as he dug his fingers in and massaged, sweeping his thumbs between the cheeks and brushing her labia. Maria tried to widen her legs, give him better access, but his thighs were on either side of hers, blocking them.

She twisted to look at him, a whimper escaping her as he dipped his head and bit into one of her ass cheeks. She gasped as pleasure and pain sizzled from the spot where his teeth marked. She wiggled and pushed her ass up even more, accepting another bite.

He leaned up and over her, pressing his lips to her ear, and saying, "There are all kinds of pleasurable pains that I look forward to introducing you to."

Maria was now looking forward to learning about those things too. She had never had a lover quite like this and they were just getting started. He seemed content to explore her, to bring her body to peak excitement while pushing his brand of pleasure on her. He wasn't in any hurry to get inside her, to get himself off. He was methodical, but also primal, taking his pleasure from hers.

With each moan she gifted him, he seemed to quickly learn her body. The things she liked and the things she enjoyed. By the time he rolled her onto her back and rose up over her, she was a dripping, moaning mess. She begged him, actually begged him, to put his cock inside her. She had never done that in her life, thought she had too much pride to beg for cock. But this man was changing her, forcing things from her she never thought possible. And, as he entered her in one quick, hard thrust, forging a path through her wet, hot folds, she couldn't seem to regret his intrusion on her life.

"Oh fuck!" she shouted, squirming beneath him as she tried to adjust to the intense fullness. Her body lit up as she took a man inside her for the first time in years. Pleasure slammed through every nerve ending. She lifted her hips against him, wiggling, experimenting, remembering.

He grinned above her, a full, real and beautifully boyish grin with a flash of dimple. He was pleased by her pleasure. That look made her heart melt and she had a split second of indecision as she realized if this continued, if he actually fucked her, keeping her pleasure at the forefront, then she was in very big trouble. She couldn't protect her heart.

Then he took the decision from her hands. He gripped her hips and started moving, sliding back slowly enough that she could feel each thick inch, then he slammed back into her, filling her to the hilt and bottoming out against her cervix. She gasped at the impact and squirmed as pleasure and pain fought to control her.

A powerful orgasm began to build almost immediately, and he wasn't even touching her clit. She was shocked by the intense pleasure she was getting from his cock alone. She pressed her knees hard into his sides and lifted her hips, seeking the orgasm his cock seemed to be promising her. He shifted with her, allowing her the wiggle room she needed to find the right spot. When she got there, he took over. He pressed one broad hand against her chest, between her breasts, and held her pinned to the bed, while he fucked her, his eyes holding hers as she climbed higher and higher.

She keened wildly and reached out to grip something, anything, as he worked his cock in and out of her, the drag on her pussy so intensely delicious she nearly lost her mind in the coursing sensations. She dragged fistfuls of blanket toward her, screaming as the orgasm finally took her, flooding through her in cresting waves as he continued to pump in and out of her.

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