mi ángel â¦â
With a rough, impatient sound deep in his throat, he crushed her closer, impatient fingers seeking and finding the tiny pearl buttons at the back of her dress, easing them from their fastenings with a devastating efficiency. But even the speed of his actions was not enough for him and with a violent curse in Spanish he suddenly wrenched the slender straps from her shoulders and down over her arms with such force that she heard the fine silk rip shockingly.
But the devastation of the expensive garment went unheeded. She could only concentrate on one thing, her mind centred on the wild, hotly erotic sensations his touch was firing all over her body. Those strong, bronzed hands were now pushing deep inside the dress, over warm, smooth skin, forcing it down to reveal the high, pale globes of her breasts. She wasnât wearing any sort of a bra; the skilfully boned bodice had made it unnecessary and so there was no impediment to his searching touch.
She was being moved backwards all the time, walked slowly, one step at a time towards the wall at the foot of the stairs. With each movement of Ricoâs, one of his long, powerful legs came between her own for a second, setting up a throbbing ache between her thighs, aggravating it with the pressure of his hard body against hers.
âRico!â
The sound of his name was pushed from her lips as she came hard up against the wall. He imprisoned her there with his broad strength, effectively blocking any way of escape as his long fingers curved underneath her breasts, lifting their soft weight free of the remaining confines of the white silk, his thumbs tracing burning erotic circles over their tight, hungry tips.
âRico!â
It was a wild, keening cry as she flung back her head, her bright hair resting against the wooden panelling as she abandoned herself to the delight of his touch. With his proud head bent, he replaced the tormenting caress of his hands with the hot tug of his mouth, first on one side, then the other, making her writhe in a fury of sensual delight. The burning pulse between her legs grew more powerful with each provocative touch, the stinging delight of his suckling, until she was straining against him, grinding her pelvis against the hard swell of his arousal, making him groan aloud in his turn.
âYou see, querida â¦â
Briefly he tore his mouth away from her throbbing breasts to look deep into her passion-glazed eyes.
âThis is how it is. This is what has been between us from that first moment, from the second our eyes met. This is as inevitable as the sun rising every morning, as each breath following another. It has to be.â
âHas to beâ¦â
The husky echoing of his fervent declaration was all she could manage. Even the few secondsâ deprivation of his caresses was more than she could bear and the words merged into a moan of complaint, falling away wordlessly.
Her heart was racing, her breathing raw and uneven and the pulse pounded wildly in her veins. She inhaled the scent of his skin like some rawly potent drug, and her fingers scrabbled at the front of his shirt, struggling to tug open the buttons she could barely see through eyes so hazed with desire.
Ricoâs response was a harsh, thick sound, deep in his throat as his own hands moved lower, bunching up her long white skirts, lifting them higher, higher until the delicate lace tops of her stockings and the matching dainty panties were exposed to his urgent fingers. At the first touch of his hands at the burning centre of her femininity, stroking her softly through the fine satin, Felicityâs eyes closed on a choking sigh of surrender. This was what she wanted. The union of all that was most strongly female in her to the deepest masculine drives of this man.
âSo this is what we were both made for,â Rico muttered roughly in her ear. âThis is what must be between us. But you have to come willingly. It has
With a rough, impatient sound deep in his throat, he crushed her closer, impatient fingers seeking and finding the tiny pearl buttons at the back of her dress, easing them from their fastenings with a devastating efficiency. But even the speed of his actions was not enough for him and with a violent curse in Spanish he suddenly wrenched the slender straps from her shoulders and down over her arms with such force that she heard the fine silk rip shockingly.
But the devastation of the expensive garment went unheeded. She could only concentrate on one thing, her mind centred on the wild, hotly erotic sensations his touch was firing all over her body. Those strong, bronzed hands were now pushing deep inside the dress, over warm, smooth skin, forcing it down to reveal the high, pale globes of her breasts. She wasnât wearing any sort of a bra; the skilfully boned bodice had made it unnecessary and so there was no impediment to his searching touch.
She was being moved backwards all the time, walked slowly, one step at a time towards the wall at the foot of the stairs. With each movement of Ricoâs, one of his long, powerful legs came between her own for a second, setting up a throbbing ache between her thighs, aggravating it with the pressure of his hard body against hers.
âRico!â
The sound of his name was pushed from her lips as she came hard up against the wall. He imprisoned her there with his broad strength, effectively blocking any way of escape as his long fingers curved underneath her breasts, lifting their soft weight free of the remaining confines of the white silk, his thumbs tracing burning erotic circles over their tight, hungry tips.
âRico!â
It was a wild, keening cry as she flung back her head, her bright hair resting against the wooden panelling as she abandoned herself to the delight of his touch. With his proud head bent, he replaced the tormenting caress of his hands with the hot tug of his mouth, first on one side, then the other, making her writhe in a fury of sensual delight. The burning pulse between her legs grew more powerful with each provocative touch, the stinging delight of his suckling, until she was straining against him, grinding her pelvis against the hard swell of his arousal, making him groan aloud in his turn.
âYou see, querida â¦â
Briefly he tore his mouth away from her throbbing breasts to look deep into her passion-glazed eyes.
âThis is how it is. This is what has been between us from that first moment, from the second our eyes met. This is as inevitable as the sun rising every morning, as each breath following another. It has to be.â
âHas to beâ¦â
The husky echoing of his fervent declaration was all she could manage. Even the few secondsâ deprivation of his caresses was more than she could bear and the words merged into a moan of complaint, falling away wordlessly.
Her heart was racing, her breathing raw and uneven and the pulse pounded wildly in her veins. She inhaled the scent of his skin like some rawly potent drug, and her fingers scrabbled at the front of his shirt, struggling to tug open the buttons she could barely see through eyes so hazed with desire.
Ricoâs response was a harsh, thick sound, deep in his throat as his own hands moved lower, bunching up her long white skirts, lifting them higher, higher until the delicate lace tops of her stockings and the matching dainty panties were exposed to his urgent fingers. At the first touch of his hands at the burning centre of her femininity, stroking her softly through the fine satin, Felicityâs eyes closed on a choking sigh of surrender. This was what she wanted. The union of all that was most strongly female in her to the deepest masculine drives of this man.
âSo this is what we were both made for,â Rico muttered roughly in her ear. âThis is what must be between us. But you have to come willingly. It has
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