Modern Romance March 2021 Book 5-8 by Carol Marinelli (desktop ebook reader txt) 📗

still dangling off the side, essentially offering herself to him.

He stayed hovering over her. He could persuade her to do anything right now, she acknowledged. He stood with his thighs between her splayed ones, his thick erection pressed indelibly to the swollen, aching flesh between her legs.

He could have lorded her abandonment over her, especially because she was lifting her hips in a muted plea.

He looked wild, though. Barbaric in the most controlled way possible. If he was an animal, he was the kind that might chase his mate to ground, but he would kill for her before he’d allow her to be harmed in any way.

Amy might have reached past that veil of savagery if she’d wanted to, but as he raked his hand down the front of his shirt, tearing the buttons loose and baring his chest, she was lost. He was pushed to the limits of his restraint, and she was bizarrely reassured since she had no ability to resist him, either.

His shirt landed on the floor, and he popped the button on the fly of her new green trousers. His hand swept up, urging her to lift her arms. He lifted her jacket up and threw it off the far side of the mattress. She left her arms up so he could sweep the camisole up and away, as well.

His nostrils flared at the sight of her bare belly and pale breast overflowing the dislodged cup of her green bra, she arched to tease him with the sight, inviting him to skim his hand behind her back to find the hook.

He whisked away the bra, then traced each shadow and curve of her torso, claiming her with tickling touches and firm flicks of his thumbs. He bent to nuzzle her skin with his lips, pooling his hot breath in the hollow of her collarbone before taking a blatant taste of each pouting nipple, leaving them erect and gleaming.

The zipper of her pants gave with a snap as his hands raked them down her hips.

She didn’t protest the damage. She was too caught up in the urgency he was projecting. It was mesmerizing to see the intensity in him as he dragged her pants down her legs and gave each cuff a yank to pull them free of her shoes.

“I can take them off.”

“I don’t want you to,” he said, voice distant, fingertips sliding across the sensitive skin on the top of her feet and encircling her ankles. “I want to do this.”

He set the shoes on his shoulders as he lowered to his knees beside the bed.

She strangled her groan of helplessness with the back of her wrist, lost before he’d even touched her.

He delicately moved side the damp silk of her panties. His touch traced between her folds, making her groan again and twist in tortured anticipation. In the self-conscious knowledge he was looking and touching and—

She gasped as his mouth grazed the inside of her thigh, then the other one. He slowly, slowly kissed toward her center.

She shifted her feet so she could urge him with a heel in his back—forgetting the sharp shoe until he laughed starkly and said, “That’s what I wanted.”

His hot chuckle was her only warning before his mouth was on her and she nearly came off the bed. No restraint in him now. He claimed her unabashedly, tasting, teasing, learning, then mercilessly pleasuring her until she had her thighs locked to his ears.

“Luca. Luca.” She lost all inhibition, fist knotted in his hair and hips lifting to meet the swirling pressure of his tongue.

This time her orgasm shattered her. It was one crescendo after another because he made it so, continuing to pleasure her as each wrenching burst of joy contracted through her. He didn’t stop until her weak, quivering thighs fell open.

Then he rose to survey the destruction he’d caused. She was in pieces before him, stomach quivering, limbs weak. She was no longer autonomous. She belonged to him.

Which made the way he paused as he hooked his hand in her knickers somewhat laughable, but she lifted her hips in silent consent. Satisfaction came into his stark features then, along with an undisguised possessiveness. His gaze swept down her nudity as he drew the wisp of green off her ankles.

His gaze came back to hers, glints of untamed desire in his fiery blue eyes.

That primeval heat called to her. Drew her to sit up on the edge of the bed and reach a hand to the back of his neck to drag him into kissing her.

His hands went down her bare back and cupped her bottom as he thrust his tongue between her lips, flagrantly making love to her mouth. She sucked on his tongue and blindly fumbled his fly open, then slid her hand inside the elastic of his boxer briefs to clasp the thickness of his shaft and trace her touch to caress his wet tip.

He tangled his hand in her hair and kissed her so deeply, she could hardly breathe, especially when his hand arrived at her breast, reawakening all her erogenous zones as he delicately pinched her nipple.

She squeezed him in reaction, and that seemed to be his snapping point.

He lurched back and shoved his pants down, taking his underwear at the same time. His shoes were toed off and he was naked in seconds, reaching to the nightstand drawer.

She should have removed her own shoes, but she was too caught up in watching his deft movements. He smoothed a condom into place and moved to stand before her.

Her bones softened and she melted onto her back.

Intense pleasure was stamped into his expression and his hands went over her, claiming hip and waist and breast and belly and the tender heat between her thighs as he spread her legs to make room for himself. His elbow hooked under one of her knees and he pushed her farther onto the bed so he could get his knee onto the mattress between her own.

His gaze snagged