She’d almost reached it when Dante slid one lean finger deep inside her. Her body was so slick and welcoming there was no tension, no pain, only pleasure. She trusted him completely. He knew how far to go, and he didn’t try to rush her or move too fast. Far from shrinking from him, she rolled her hips to catch more pleasure, working her tender bud against the heel of his hand. Soon the pressure began building again, and almost immediately she found herself teetering on the edge.
He’d said don’t wait...
Dante held her as she fell and shrieked his name. The pleasure was indescribable and now she realised that it had increased with his penetration. She worked her body hard against his hand as the violent pleasure waves went on and on, and when he suggested more, she warned him not to stop.
‘You’re smiling?’ he growled, bringing her beneath him.
‘Because I can do this.’
‘Of course you can do this.’ Shaking his head with amused exasperation, he dropped kisses on her swollen mouth and brought a second finger into play, and soon even that wasn’t enough for her, and reaching down she found him.
‘Don’t,’ he warned.
‘Are you saying you’d lose control?’
‘I’m saying that holding back is torture enough already.’
He groaned as she caressed him. She loved the feel of him beneath her hands, the heightened sense of anticipation that a promise of commitment was waiting to be sealed between them.
‘You have the perfect body,’ Dante murmured, working some magic of his own. ‘If I had my way you’d never get dressed.’
‘If you had your way, nothing would ever get done.’
‘You’d get done,’ he whispered.
Brushing back her hair, he stared into her face. ‘I love you more than life itself, Karina. I’ve always loved you. You were mine from the first moment I saw you.’
‘Do you mean the day you sauntered into my father’s stables while I was sitting on a hay bale, eating my lunch?’
‘Why?’
‘The lunch you stole from me and fed to the dogs?’
Dante eased his powerful shoulders in a lazy shrug. ‘What clearer sign can a boy give a girl that he’s interested?’
She moved over him to lean on his chest. ‘You owe me lunch.’
He laughed. ‘I’ll have to do something about that. Lunch in kind?’
‘I am now officially insatiable,’ she agreed.
‘And perfect.’
‘And I love you.’
‘I know you do,’ Dante agreed with a wicked smile.
‘You’re such an arrogant...’
‘Barbarian?’ he suggested. Smiling seductively, she moved down the hay. She tasted him and then drew him deep into her mouth.
‘What did I warn you about torturing me?’ he demanded in a strangled tone.
‘I just like to hear you gasp,’ she admitted huskily as Dante drew her up to him. Turning her beneath him, he repeated the stroking motion until it was her turn to beg. ‘Please...’
‘Your wish is my command,’ he murmured, and slowly sinking deep he filled her completely. Pausing until she had totally relaxed and temporarily stopped gasping with pleasure, he stared into her eyes and began to move. He only managed a few firm thrusts before she fell helpless and screaming into a deep black pit of ecstasy. And when he started moving once more, rhythmically and firmly, she fell a second time, even harder than the first.
‘More?’ he suggested wryly when she quieted.
‘If you ever stop...’
‘I’ve no intention of stopping, but I do think we should take this to the ranch house so there are no interruptions in the morning.’
With that kind of promise she made no complaint.
Withdrawing slowly and carefully, Dante helped her to her feet, and wordlessly they grabbed their clothes and pulled them on, then he grabbed her hand and walked with her out of the stable block. By the time they exited they were running. They ran across the yard, barged into the house, slammed the door behind them and raced up the stairs. They crashed into his bedroom and fell on the bed, where they ripped off each other’s clothes in a frenzy of hunger and need. There was no foreplay this time, none necessary. Dante spun her beneath him and entered her in one deep, firm stroke.
They were wild with excitement, and breathless with the energy required to make love furiously and hard. All her fears had left her and had been replaced with a desire to be one with Dante. And once definitely wasn’t enough—not for either of them. They had to endorse the mating of their souls, their trust in each other, and their love, over and over again. And still he left her whimpering with urgent need.