Virgin Mistress(35)

“You're beautiful,” Ellie whispered, then blushed. She, a married woman and soon to be mother of two, blushed at her own forwardness!

He looked surprised at her compliment. Then he lifted her heavy breasts in his large hands. “And you are magnificent.” He kissed slowly down the curve of her body, stopping to give her belly button a sensual lick with the tip of his tongue that made her shiver all over.

Then he stopped, staring down at her belly.

“I'm sorry I got you pregnant against your will,” he said in a low voice. “Sorry I had to force you to be my bride. And yet…” He looked up at her, and the stark emotion in his face made her catch her breath. “I find I'm not sorry at all.”

Her heart stopped, then started to pound faster. He kissed her, running his hands up and down her hips, her belly, the inside of her thighs. He held her so fiercely, and yet so gently, that she felt lost.

But he did something more. Something that threatened her to the core.

Diogo wasn't touching her as if he callously regarded her like a toy.

He touched her as if he loved her.

And it was doing crazy things to her mind. To her heart. Every caress seduced and lured her into far more than his bed. Every passionate stroke and lick against her flesh seduced her into falling back in love with him. Into a loveless life with a broken, bitter heart and an uncaring, cheating husband.

And yet, she couldn't stop…

Diogo pulled her close against his naked chest, soft with coarse, black hair. She relaxed into his arms, relishing the warmth and protection of his arms.

“Let me love you,” he whispered.

He pushed her gently back against the bed. Brushing her hair from her cheek, he pulled off her bra and panties, kissing every inch of her skin as he moved against her.

She tried to fight her desire, but with every stroke against her neck, against her thigh, against the backs of her knees, she was more completely his slave….

The pleasure was unbearable. She didn't know if it was the pregnancy hormones or the intensity of her engorged breasts, but when he suckled her nipples, her back arched as she desperately pressed against him. He reached his hand between her legs.

She gave an abrupt cry as she felt his fingers inside her. Pressing one thick finger, then two. Languorously, as if he had all the time in the world, he softly stroked her slick wetness, and her whole body tightened as she started to twist beneath his commanding touch.

No. She stared up at the rhythmic swish of the ceiling fan above the bed. She couldn't let Diogo do this. It was one thing to become his wife, or even to share his bed, but she couldn't surrender. Not like this!

Still stroking her with his fingers, he kissed softly up the inside of her thighs. With his other hand, he squeezed her breast.

“Come for me,” he whispered hoarsely. She desperately shook her head. She couldn't let herself surrender again. If she did, she would be accepting far more than just pleasure. She would be accepting her fate. She would love him completely, holding nothing back.

“Always so stubborn,” he whispered. “We will see who wins.”

He lowered his head between her legs. She felt the warmth of his breath between her thighs, felt his fingers stretch her wide. She felt his rough tongue against her core, licking first with the tip and then lapping her with the full breadth of his tongue. And shaking, she could bear it no more. Writhing beneath him, her back arched from the bed as her desperate cry exploded from her lips.

The instant she gasped aloud, he moved. Positioning himself between her legs, he pushed inside her with a slow, deep thrust. For an instant, she felt split apart even as her body shook with impossible pleasure. Then he thrust again. Each was deeper than the last. Her hips moved to join him as he pushed inside her, riding her hard and deep. For Ellie the pleasure was so close to pain that it pushed her higher still, turning her cry of surrender into a scream that she barely recognized as her own.

She felt the muscles of his back tense beneath her touch. He thrust into her one last time with an explosive, triumphant roar. Then he collapsed against her.

It took several long minutes before she came back to earth. She heard the pant of her own breath mingled with his. Felt the slick sweat of their bodies between them. She realized he was still holding her tightly. As if, she thought in wonder, she were a life raft and he was a drowning man.

She looked down at his dark head, his handsome face pressed against her naked chest.

She'd once promised herself then that when she grew up, she would have a marriage of best friends. Of equals. Partners.

This was nothing like those sweet girlish dreams. There was nothing of heaven in this marriage. This was earthy. Dark. Hot. These were the sweaty, physical, real seductions of hell.