Page 45 of The Virgin's Dance with the Devil
His eyes were dark and intense with hunger, his jaw tight, his breathing heavy. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to. Just to look at him like this was to make her throb with desire.
Marisa climbed onto the bed and straddled his waist. Holding his stare, she rose onto her knees and took hold of his thick length, masturbating it as she pressed it to her opening and teased it inside of herself before slowly sinking on it until their groins locked and she was completely filled by Rico.
For the longest time, she just gazed at him, savouring the sensation.
Piercing eyes penetrating her as effectively as his erection, he lifted his head, clamped his hands on her hips and gently moved her backwards and forwards. Her eyes widened at the deep, potent pleasure.
“Feels good?” he whispered huskily as he continued to manipulate her hips and rock her on his huge length.
She swallowed moisture and nodded, althoughgooddidn’t begin to describe the sensations.
He released her hips and put his head back down. “You do it… Whatever you want.”
Whatever she wanted…
A small part of herself disconnected and looked down in astonishment as she splayed her hands on Rico’s chest and began rocking her hips of her own accord, chasing the pleasure.
She was really doing this, taking control, throwing off her inhibitions, and it felt incredible.
“That’s it… Let yourself go, angel.”
The disconnected part dissolved, and she dug her nails into his chest and threw her head back. Driving herself faster and deeper, she ground her pubis on his, barely able to contain her moans as she shamelessly used him to bring herself to a shattering climax.
The ripples of her orgasm had barely started to settle when Rico gripped her hip and cupped the side of her neck. The tendons on his neck extended and his biceps bulged as he ruthlessly thrust inside her,poundedinto her, no longer making love to her like the delicate virgin she’d been but as his sexual equal, and when he bucked into her one last violent time, she ground onto him and brought herself to another, equally earth shattering climax.
Rico wished he could spend the rest of the day doing nothing but lose himself in his increasingly confident lover, but real life kept intruding. Two of the teams he’d ordered to keep watch at the three English airports closest to Georgia Thomas were in place, but the third team had been delayed at Naples airport and wasn’t likely to get there until evening. Making an executive decision, he fired messages to the first two teams instructing them to reduce from three men to two and send a man each to the third airport until the Naples team got there. He then checked in with all the other teams: those keeping a watch over Georgia’s house and those keeping watch over the castle Dante Coscarelli was keeping Georgia’s sister hostage in, plus the team at Florence airport and those watching the train stations… Around forty of his best men were positioned ready to act if either of the English women made so much as a move towards Accardiano.
“What’s keeping you so occupied?”
He’d been so busy firing and replying to messages that he hadn’t registered Marisa lifting her face from the book she’d been engrossed in.
“Just a job I’ve got some of my employees doing,” he answered carefully. The way things had developed between him and Marisa, he didn’t think he was capable of telling her another bare-faced lie.
Her eyes narrowed with suspicion. “What kind of job?”
“The kind of job it’s better for you not to know about.”
She twisted his nipple and glared at him. It was like being glared at by an angry kitten. “No secrets, Federico.”
Putting his phone on the side table, he rolled over to face her. “I don’t want to keep secrets from you, but I also don’t want to tell you things that will make you change your mind about marrying me.”
“Even more reason to tell me,” she riposted staunchly.
He threaded his fingers through her hair. “How about I tell you after we marry?”
“I know exactly the kind of man you are, Federico Esposito, and I love you regardless, so how about you tell me right now?”
Rico studied her obstinate face for a long time. He had a feeling this was an expression he was going to see a lot of over the coming years. It was a thought that made his heart sing and his mouth smile.
“Okay,” he conceded, “I’ll tell you, but confessional rules apply.”
“Confessional rules always apply between us.”
“I love you.”
“Good. Because I love you too. Now make your confession.”
“Make your promise to still marry me first.”
