‘What do I do now?’
He glanced down to where her hunger raged, to the glistening entrance to her body. ‘Open wider for me,’ he breathed.
Every single atom in her body poised with tingling expectation as she complied with his command and spread her thighs wider. ‘Now what?’
Silver eyes returned to hers. ‘Now...you breathe, Ruby mio.’ He took her lips in a quick, hard kiss. ‘This will be no fun at all if you pass out.’
Reeling from the sensation coursing through her, she sucked air through her mouth.
‘That’s it. Eyes on me and don’t move,’ he instructed.
The first push inside her threatened to expel the air she’d fed her starving lungs. From head to toe, Ruby was soaked in indescribable sensation.
‘Oh!’ She breathed out again, her hands tightening on his shoulders as her craving escalated. ‘More.’
He shut his eyes for a split second, then he pushed in further, carefully gauging her reaction as he deepened the penetration.
The need clawing through her sharpened, deepened. Unable to lie still, she twisted upward to meet him.
‘Dio! Don’t do that.’
‘But I like it.’ She twisted higher, then gave a cry as pain ripped through her pelvis.
‘Per amore di... I told you not to move.’ His lips were tension-white and sweat beaded his forehead.
He started to withdraw but the pain was already fading. Quickly she clamped her legs around his waist.
‘No.’ He levered his arms on either side of her in preparation to remove himself from her body. The knowledge that he was holding himself back so forcefully sent a different sensation through her.
Her hand trailed up his throat to clutch his nape, holding him prisoner. ‘Yes.’
Tightening her grip, she forced her hips up. He slid deeper to fully embed himself within her and she cried out in pleasure.
‘Ruby...’
‘Make love to me, Narciso,’ she pleaded, because she knew that whatever she was feeling right now, there was so much more to come. ‘Please.’
With a groan, he sealed his body fully with hers.
Sizzling pleasure raced up her spine as he set a thrusting rhythm designed to drive her out of her mind. Considering she was already halfway there, it didn’t take long before Ruby stopped breathing again, poised on the edge of some unknown precipice that beckoned with seductive sorcery.
Against her lips, Narciso murmured thick, hot words in native Sicilian. Those that she understood would’ve made her blush if her whole body wasn’t already burning from the fierce power of his possession.
His lips grazed along her jaw, down her throat to enslave one nipple in his mouth. His tongue lapped her in rhythm with his thrusts, adding another dimension to the sensations flowing through her.
One hand hooked under her thigh, spreading her even wider. He groaned at the altered angle just as she began to fracture.
He raised his head from her breast and locked his gaze on hers. The connection, deep, hot and direct, was the final straw.