Bound By My Scandalous Pregnancy / Redemption Of The Untamed Italian. Clare Connelly
hard kiss in my palm even while his eyes demanded an answer.
‘Yes,’ I replied.
Whatever regrets came later—and I suspected there would be many—I was too far gone, had given too many pieces of myself to heartache, from my father, worry over my mother, despair over life itself, to deny this unexpected slice of heaven. Even if it came in the form of an intense, larger-than-life man who was losing himself in me because of the colossal wrong I’d done him.
‘I want this,’ I confirmed, glad my voice held firm.
The words were barely out of my mouth when, with a deft flick, he released my bra. Eyes locked on mine, he dragged the straps down my arms. For a taut second after he flung it away, his eyes remained on mine. Then his gaze dropped to what he’d uncovered. A breath shuddered out of him.
‘You’re exquisite,’ he breathed.
Pleasure arched my back, the act snatching his next breath. His head dropped, sensual lips wrapping around one peak to pull the tight bud into his mouth. I cried out as pleasure ripped through me, my senses scrambling further when his tongue swirled in erotic caresses. More decadent sounds fell from my lips. My fingers slid beneath the collar of his shirt to track urgently over his shoulders, to grip his back, eager to hold him to his task.
Neo’s caresses grew bolder as he switched his attention to the twin peak. Arrows of need shot between my thighs, dampening and readying me for the ultimate possession. Possession he seemed determined to tease out as he feasted on my breasts for an age, returning over and over to my mouth to demand torrid kisses.
Just when I thought he’d drag the moment out for an eternity he drew down my panties, flinging them away with the same sexy carelessness he’d given my bra.
‘I have to taste you,’ he said, in that deep, raw voice, gripping my thigh to part me to his avid gaze.
His stare was so potent, so ravenous, I lost what little breath I had left in my lungs. ‘Neo…’
‘Shh, no talking, glikia mou. Quite enough words have passed between us.’
Denied that outlet, I grasped another. I touched, I explored, I kissed every covered muscle within reach, delighting in the slivers of heated olive skin he allowed me.
Right until his bold lips delivered the ultimate kiss between my thighs.
I fell back, boneless, onto the sofa, and another cry was wrenched from my throat as he wreaked wicked havoc between my thighs. All the while delivering rough praise in English and Greek.
How had I even contemplated denying myself this soul-stirring experience? Even at this stage, I knew it paled in comparison with my brief sexual foray back at uni.
Neo tongued my nerve-filled bud and I screamed, the shameless keening urging him into deeper caresses until it all grew too much. Until I had no choice but to surrender to the blistering release that gripped me tight for several electrifying seconds before tossing me into utter bliss.
For endless minutes I drifted, a raw mass of sensation. But in excruciating increments I became aware of my surroundings, of my fingers clenched in his hair. Of the wide, plush sofa beneath me and the hot body slowly prowling up mine. Of the foil caught between his fingers as he eased back, unzipped his trousers and pulled them and his boxers down.
His shirt remained on, the tails covering the tops of his thighs. Eyes pinned to mine, he glided the condom on with that mask of hunger stamped on his face.
Unable to help myself, I dropped my gaze to his shaft. And again I experienced momentary panic at his sizeable thickness. But, as if he’d willed it away with the sheer force of his attraction, the worry receded as he reclaimed his place between my legs.
Nevertheless, I couldn’t suppress my whimper at the first breach.
He froze, teeth gritted, as his turbulent gaze searched mine. ‘Sadie…?’
Fear that he would stop, that this insulating little bubble would burst and I would be flung back into dreary reality, pushed me to blurt out, ‘Don’t stop. Please.’
For heart-stopping seconds he didn’t move. Just stared at me with a mixture of edgy intensity and banked lust. Then, as if he didn’t want to leave this bubble either, he thrust deep.
Pleasure rolled over me, dissipating the initial sting of his fullness. ‘Yes…’
Relief washed over his face, immediately chased away by wickedly ferocious determination. Another thrust. His groan melded with my moan as he slid to the hilt.
‘You shouldn’t feel this incredible,’ he grunted. ‘But, thee mou, you do.’
His words triggered a weird kind of triumph—a fleeting but overwhelming pride that I was good enough for something, worth this moment of nirvana. I sank deeper into sensation, shuddering at the powerful emotions moving in my chest. Then in pure carnal bliss Neo rolled his hips, driving me further out of my mind.
‘More. Please.’
A wicked pause, then he seized my arms, dragged them above my head. The movement drew my body taut, enlivening every inch of me with intense awareness as he splayed his fingers between mine and proceeded to give me far more than I’d ever imagined possible.
With every thrust, every glide of his lips over my skin, I was hurled closer to that intense spark I knew would ignite the most sacred bliss I’d ever known.
I wanted to rush it and slow it down at the same time.
I wanted to hold it in my palm and savour it even while I strained for complete annihilation with every cell in my body.
‘Please…’ I panted, unsure which path I yearned for more.
With a series of piston-fast, mind-melting strokes, the moment arrived. White-hot, searing, intense. I was catapulted into unadulterated bliss, eagerly surrendering to the power and might of it.
His head buried in my neck, Neo gave a muted shout, his body shuddering for endless moments in the throes of his own release.
After the frenzied pace of his possession time slowed to a crawl, as if the power of our jagged coming together, the intensity of the moment, needed reverse momentum to slow and steady it.
Heartbeats slowed. Pulses quieted. Like a powerful drug taking me under, lethargy stole over me. I closed my eyes and drifted, cloaked in a moment’s peace before I had to face what had happened.
The moment arrived all too soon.
First came the loss of the searing palm-to-palm contact that had somehow heightened this experience from base act to something…more, followed by the complete withdrawal of body heat when Neo rose lithely from the sofa, triggering an acute self-consciousness of my naked state in contrast to his almost completely clothed form.
Then, with his thick curse uttered in Greek, but nevertheless unmistakable, I was wrenched from my insulated bubble.
The living room lights, which had provided seductive ambience during our furious coupling, suddenly blazed too bright, exposed too much, making me blink a few times before I focused on the man frozen in a half turn from me, a look of stark disbelief and something else that looked like furious self-loathing etched into his face.
‘I… Is something wrong?’ I cringed at my husky sex-hoarse tone.
Neo ploughed his fingers through his hair, turned and stalked down the hallway. Dread dripped torturous ice water down my spine. The frantic darting of my mind was locked in place for several long seconds before I jackknifed upward, my feet landing on the plush carpet as I tried to marshal my thoughts.
It took far too long to find and wrestle my tangled panties on. I was cursing my shaking hands and their inability to straighten my bra straps when brisk strides signalled Neo’s return.
My disquiet intensifying, I glanced his way. He ignored me. I told myself to be glad, but my stomach churned harder, the regret I’d anticipated