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His razed hers, and she lifted her face to hi in his nectar

‘Will you come with me, cara, on that journey? Will you let ht, seductive kisses that she could noon a warm cheek There were only two people in the entire world—herself and Rafaello di Viscenti, theher face, his fingers teasing, his htness But beneath the lightness a hunger was growing She could feel it, building in her veins, her head,her, dissolving the world around her into nothing more than exquisite, honeyed sensation

She wanted it never to stop, but for all that it was not enough—it was feeding its own hunger, its own yearning

Her body pressed itself against his, a slender wand against his lean hardness, her palht between her breasts and his chest

She gave a little moan, deep in her throat, as he teased open heryetthroughout her body She felt her breasts quicken, swelling against hi

Ti but this Nothing but the touch of his fingers at her shoulders, slipping the tiny shoestring straps over the cusp of each arently, his hands war the silky material of her dress down the slender colu her all the while, but as the dress pooled at her feet he let her go and stepped back

She stood there, the dark ht from the low lamps Her instinct was to cover her breasts, but instinct was fighting with another impulse, yet more powerful—to stand quite still and let Rafaello’s eyes drink in the sight of her as a thirstywater So she stood, one slender silk-clad leg taking slightly ht that the other, the tiny line of her wisp of panties around her narrow hips, her eyes huge and liquid as she displayed herself to him

‘Bellissima…’ His voice was low, and husked ‘Beautiful—so beautiful…’

Her heart soared To hear such a word on his lips was a pleasure so sweet, soshe could not believe it

‘Am I?’ Her words were a whisper

‘Do you doubt it?’ His hand reached out and sloith infinite delicacy, his fingers traced around the swelling aureole of her breast It flowered beneath his touch, and a shiver of pleasure went through her, a treers moved to her other breast and performed the same office there

‘Bellissi her fingers in his own, he led her towards the bed

It was a dreada—it had to be a dreaical, could never exist Yet how could it be a drea her down upon the cool sheets Pausing only to swiftly shed his own clothes—aze in adoration at the lean, dark revelation of skin and sinew,her lashes wash blushingly down over her eyes as her gaze worked doards fro his head to kiss, not her lips, but those swelling, aching orbs that yearned again for his arousing caress

She felt her spine arch, lifting her breasts towards hi into his dark, silky hair A sigh of bliss eased fro her nipples, one after the other, again and again, until sweetness was flooding through her

Yet for all the sweetness, all the bliss, she wantedher yetthrough her body, through every vein, every nerve,her strain towards him

He lifted his head from her His eyes were dark pools, pupils dilated

‘You must take this journey slowly, cara mia, the first ti of your body And the waiting…’ a slow, sensual smile played over his parted lips as he dropped his voice ‘…is part of the journey’

As he spoke he razing them Then he let them trail doards, across the flat planes of her abdo inwards to tease at the central dip of her belly button But even as his forefinger circled there the spread of his hand spanned the vee of her legs, and all at once, instantly, achingly, she became aware, for the very first time in her life, of the low, insistent throb that had started up