Page 24 of Innocent's Wedding Day with the Italian

A hand slid beneath her bottom and raised her onto her knees before resting on the base of her spine, holding her steady as his lips and tongue caressed down to her breasts. The sensation that shot through her when he took one whole in his mouth made her cry out and wrap her arms around his neck. Pressing her mouth into the top of his head, she moaned at the intensity of it all. When the sensuous assault continued with her other breast, she barely noticed Enzo rip away the barrier of the sheets and lean her back until she was laid on the bed.

Only when he abandoned her breasts to taste and explore the rest of her body did Rebecca learn how acute pleasure could really be, how it could arouse every cell until she became nothing but a receptacle writhing at an intimacy she’d spent months anticipating but which her imagination had utterly failed to do justice to. Frustrated desire had led her to explore her body alone many times since Enzo had come into her life but those briefly satisfying solo manipulations had in no way prepared her for the headiness of Enzo’s face buried between her legs, his hands holding her waist tightly whilst he groaned in pleasure.

Any control she had over her own responses was lost when the thickening sensation building deep in her pelvis reached its pinnacle and exploded before she even realised it was going to happen. With a loud cry, her legs jerked involuntarily and her back arched as spasms of ecstasy ripped through her so powerful and consuming that only Enzo’s hands gripping her waist stopped her from flying to the ceiling.

Slowly, the sensations lessened, all except the mad thrumming of her heart, and she became hazily aware of Enzo’s mouth and tongue snaking their way back up her belly. She shivered as he licked her throat and then he was covering her entirely, his weighty erection jutting against the cradle of her thighs.

Opening her eyes, she gazed into his hooded stare and was hit by a tsunami of emotions.

The look in his eyes was everything she’d dreamed of seeing on her wedding night. Everything she was feeling, everything she was experiencing...

‘I hate you,’ she whispered raggedly when she was capable of drawing a breath.

His jaw clenched. ‘I know.’

And then he kissed her with a savagery that stole her remaining breath.

Arms wrapped around his neck, she returned the kiss with equal fervour, all the love and all the hate she felt for him spilling out in an infusion of desire that pulsed deeply and was laced with an anticipation that made her heart beat even faster and harder.

This was it. The moment she’d spent so many long, lonely nights dreaming of.

He lifted his head.

The tips of their noses touching, his breathing uneven, he placed a hand on her thigh and gently spread it, then slid a hand beneath her bottom to raise it. All the while, the weight of his erection teased against her opening sending delicious, anticipatory heat flooding through her core.

Her whole body trembled.

She would swear his body trembled too.

He pressed his cheek against hers and then the thick, solid weight of his arousal slid into the place she ached the most for him to be, and her body opened like a flower.

With infinite care and tenderness, Enzo slowly, slowly filled her.

Rebecca’s eyes were screwed shut. She was hardly breathing. Any pain was cocooned by the sensations flooding her. When their groins finally met, he placed his mouth to her cheek then brushed it over to her lips and kissed her with the same tenderness he’d taken possession of her.

‘Hold on to me,’ he murmured.

Closing her eyes even tighter, she tightened her hold around his neck and pressed her thighs closer against his.

Her heart raced so hard now it could be a hummingbird’s wing.

With his hand still holding her bottom, he pulled out of her slowly, just a few inches, then drove slowly back to fuse their groins. And then he did it again, this time withdrawing a little further. When he drove back this time, the sensation made her gasp and her eyes fly open.

It was the concentration on his face that made her racing heart melt. He was holding back. Holding back because he didn’t want to hurt her, and as she realised this, her lips found his and she wrapped her legs around him, suddenly needing them to be as close as it was humanly possible for two humans to be.

‘Make love to me,’ she whispered before clasping his head and deepening the kiss.

‘Mi amore,’he groaned thickly into her mouth, his grip on her bottom tightening.

As the tempo of his lovemaking steadily increased, Rebecca was transported to a world of Enzo-induced bliss. Mouths locked together, she dragged her hands over his back, revelling in the smoothness of his hot skin, searching the contours and the bunching muscles, needing to touch him with a desperation she would never have believed possible, and all the while the pulses in her pelvis thickened as they’d done earlier, but this time with a completeness she hadn’t even known had been missing, spreading through her burning veins, seeping down into her bones and up into her skin, drowning her in a sensation that crested to a peak and sent waves of the deepest, purest pleasure rippling through every part of her.

Arching her neck, she clung to him, crying out her ecstasy at the same moment Enzo called out her name and thrust into her so deeply and so completely that for one long, glorious moment, it felt like they were one and the same.

CHAPTER EIGHT

WHENTHERIPPLESof her climax subsided enough for Rebecca’s head to clear, she squeezed her eyes shut and wished she could switch her brain off. Wished she could switch her senses off and not be inhaling Enzo’s warm skin or have the taste of it pressed against her lips or have his slowly steadying breaths in her hair or feel the heavy thumps of his heart against her own. Wished she could bring herself to push him off her and stalk out of his room with the same brazen fury with which she’d entered it.

But the passionate fury that had driven her to his bed had evaporated and now she was left with the consequences of allowing the sickness that had infected her to override any sense she had.

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