Page 33 of Innocent's Wedding Day with the Italian

His chin resting again on the top of her head, he met her stare in the mirror’s reflection and undid the top two buttons of her dress. ‘I had no wish to peer inside their heads,’ he whispered, undoing the next button and slipping his hand through the material’s opening, then sliding it under the lace of her bra to cover her naked breast.

Hot, liquid desire shot through her, melting her core and turning her legs to jelly.

Mouth now hot in her hair, eyes still locked on hers, fingers still unbuttoning her in more ways than one, his voice thickened. ‘They never distracted me from my work.’ He gently pinched her puckered nipple and ground himself tighter against her. ‘I never watched the time crawl to when I would next see them.’

Her dress entirely undone, he dragged his mouth against her cheek and dipped his fingers beneath the lace of her knickers. ‘I never felt so mad with desire that I feared the touch of their bare skin would make me lose my mind.’

He slid a finger over her swollen nub, making her jolt at the depth of the pleasure, and she slammed her hand over his to keep it there and held on tightly to stop her jellied legs from collapsing.

And then she caught the dark gleam reflecting in his hungry eyes, the intensity of it making her thundering heart skip a beat...but there was barely time to acknowledge it for Enzo turned her around and then his hot, greedy mouth was plundering hers.

Rebecca’s last real thought before she dissolved into sensation was that time was running out and that this would be the last time she would ever be in his arms. The last time she would ever feel like this...

In moments, her dress and underwear were puddles on the floor, Enzo’s clothes thrown with them, and they were in a naked tangle of limbs on the bed, devouring and writhing together like two starving people finding a meal in each other.

She would never know how kisses could be hard and furious and yet tender all at the same time, or how fingers could bite into flesh causing both pleasure and pain.

But that’s what loving Enzo was, pleasure and pain, and the desperation thrumming so tightly with the hunger in her veins was the knowledge that soon the pleasure would be nothing but a memory. Enzo would be nothing but a memory. All this would be gone...

Holding his skull tightly, she kissed him even harder, as if the duelling of their tongues could stop the thoughts in her head, and when he wrenched his mouth away and moved down her body to pleasure her with his tongue, she screwed her eyes shut and did everything she could to banish her own consciousness.

Sensations were saturating her but no matter how hard she tried to close her mind and simply revel in the headiness of it all, the switch in her brain wouldn’t turn off.

Reaching down to clasp the sides of his head, she tried to close her thighs to him. ‘I need you inside of me,’ she whispered urgently. Needed him inside her. Part of her.

He muttered something, Italian words she couldn’t decipher, and then crawled back up her and kissed her hard enough to bruise her lips. She locked her arms around his neck and wrapped her thighs around him.

With a ragged groan, he drove deep inside her.

She cried out loudly at the glorious sensation and raised her bottom to deepen the penetration.

Scraping her fingers through his hair, their mouths fused back together...every part of them was fused...and Enzo was pounding into her, hard, frenzied, an urgent maniacal possession capturing them both, teeth and nails biting into flesh, pleasure and pain, pleasure and pain...

As desperately as Rebecca wished that she could make this last time last for ever, she could more easily hold back the tide than control the climax building inside of her, and then she was crying out again, clinging to him as waves of pleasure exploded, carrying her on an undulating crest she tried frantically to ride for as long as was humanly possible.

As if he’d been waiting for her release, Enzo’s eyes opened and bore into hers, the flame from them touching her as deeply as the pleasure engulfing her before he gave a strangled groan and shudders vibrated through the whole of his body and he collapsed with his cheek tight against hers and the weight of his body covering her.

The crest she’d been riding rippled to the shore.

Neither of them moved so much as a muscle. Not for the longest time. Neither of them spoke. The only sound in the room was the matching unsteadiness of their breaths and the thrum of Rebecca’s heartbeat pounding in her head. And a clock. Somewhere in this room, a clock was marking the passing seconds.

She could feel the staccato beat of Enzo’s heart, she realised dimly. It was pressed against her own. Feel the last twitches of his orgasm inside her matching the last, dying spasms of her own. The dampness of his skin matched hers too.

Tears burned the back of her retinas. All she could hear now was the ticking clock, and as it grew louder in her ears, she thought how easy it would be to stay and have this completeness for the rest of her life.

But it wouldn’t be for the rest of her life, would it? She would spend the time they had together always knowing the truth, always waiting for him to casually bring up the issue of the shares, always waiting for the day he’d had his fill of her and no longer cared what went on in her head.

Oh, God, did that mean she believed he actually cared what went on in her head now?

Was she losing hermind? How could she possibly find anything like happiness, never mind completeness, with a man she could never trust? And this completeness...it was just sex! Perfect, beautiful, loving, desperate sex.

She was losing her mind. She had to be.

Somehow the ticking of the clock grew even louder.

How much longer did they have now? Three hours? Two?

Unable to bear her tortured thoughts any longer, she swallowed a sob and groped for something to say to break this awful, stretching silence, words that wouldn’t betray the tumult of emotions battering her. ‘Is there a reason Robina kept your room like a time capsule?’

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