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delicious sensation that she mewed in delight. His touch
was expert, her body flaming wherever his hands went. Bella flushed as he lifted
her chemise over her head, leaving her naked except for her stockings and
slippers. He pushed her legs apart, revealing her to his gaze, and she sucked
her breath in sharply as he moved down the bed until his head was level with her
sex. She turned her head, blushing as she felt his fingers part the silky curls
of her mound and his tongue lightly flick her swollen nub. It felt both
exquisite and forbidden at the same time. He sucked at her until she felt
herself grow fluid, and pushed the back of her hand into her mouth to stifle her
moans. He paused and looked up at her, meeting her eyes, and the sight of him
was enough to tip her over the edge. She climaxed with his mouth on her and her
hands in his hair, bucking her hips and arching her back shamelessly now. Then
as the waves of pleasure subsided, she collapsed back onto the bed in a pool of
liquid heat.
    He raised himself over her again, his lips glistening with her
orgasm, and they paused, drinking each other in for a long moment before she
reached again for his breeches. His erection sprang free into her palm, and he
closed his eyes and groaned as her hand clasped round him and moved up and down
and around the tip of him, with inexperienced but eager strokes.
    â€˜My God, Bella, that’s good,’ he murmured, his eyes closed. His
obvious enjoyment spurred her on and she used her other hand to caress the soft
skin of his sac, marvelling at the way it became high and tight against his body
as his arousal grew. She bent her head and flicked her tongue across it, and he
moaned audibly.
    Indeed, Marco felt he was ready to burst with his own pleasure.
He had been with more experienced women, but never one whose very touch made his
skin catch fire as Bella’s did. Never one who had touched him with compassion as
well as desire. He was torn between the urge to ravish her and the sudden
unfamiliar sense of protectiveness that made him want to wrap her in furs and
keep her safe from his corrupt and dangerous world. He raised her up to her
knees and they knelt in front of each other, trailing hands and mouths down each
other’s bodies before he pushed her back onto the sheets, gazing down at her. He
traced the curves of her face with his fingers, lingering on her lips, looking
at her as if to capture the image of her in his mind.
    He could give her only tonight, but for tonight at least she
was his and his alone. He raised her leg to fit over his hip, and nudged her
damp heat with the tip of his swollen member. She nodded and guided him with her
hand, holding her breath, eyelids fluttering as he eased himself inside her.
    Their mouths came together and they moved in rhythm with one
another, slowly at first and then picking up the pace. She made no protest when
he rolled her onto her stomach and entered her from behind, almost losing
control at the sight of her lush buttocks under his hips. He buried his head in
her neck, breathing in the sweet musky smell of her and gripping one of her
hands in his own. They seemed melded together as they moved in the candlelight,
one being, and as he felt his own climax approaching he could feel her
tightening around him. As she bucked underneath him and cried out her delight a
second time, it tipped him over the edge, and he thrust one last time inside her
and groaned loudly as his own release took him over.
    He lay on top of her as they both fought to recapture their
breath, then moved to the side and gathered her into his arms, only to see that
her eyes and cheeks were wet, as if she had been crying. He wiped her eyes with
his hand, feeling an unfamiliar tug at his heart, and an accompanying fear. He,
who was scared of nothing and no one, found the sensation more than unnerving.
How could she touch a heart he had lost long ago? He shook his head to clear
away the thought, and turned his