Free The Roman's Woman (A Singular Obsession Book 4) by Lucy Leroux

foreplay, one her ex had sadly overlooked despite her determined hints and suggestions. But Gio wasn’t some repressed Englishman. He was all fire and blood-red passion, instinctively knowing how she wanted to be touched.
    Her complaints at being man-handled forgotten, she pulled at his clothes, tugging at his shirt until it came loose from his waistband. He groaned aloud when her hands touched the smooth hard flesh of his back—the muscles tensing and relaxing in a helpless response that told her he was as excited as she was.
    He was like warm bronze, a carved masterpiece come to life to give her pleasure.
    His breath hitched as she stroked up his back and down the sides of his chest. She felt powerful, heady, but she was unprepared for the sharp hunger that clawed up through her body when Gio grabbed her leg above the knee. He wrapped it around him, opening her more fully so he could grind against her.
    Her silky briefs were little protection against the intimidating bulge that seemed to be trying to escape his trousers. Whimpering, she moved against him, matching his rhythm in an effort to stop the maddening ache between her legs.
    The friction gave her some relief, but it wasn’t enough. Her need had never been this great, the craving so sharp it physically hurt. Heat pooled, her flesh swelling and growing wet. Blind to their surroundings, she arched against him, involuntarily scoring his back with her nails as the pulsing excitement climbed higher.
    His hand at her thigh shifted up until he was grabbing a handful of her ass, clutching and kneading while pressing her closer. His other hand was busy under her skirt, tugging at her delicate panties until they tore, the crotch undone at one side.
    Her whole body shuddered when his fingers parted the lips of her pussy. He teased and probed, pushing inside her at the same moment his palm ground against her clit, a trick that made her cry out.
    “Shh, bella mia ,” Gio panted, sounding almost as out of breath as she was.
    He said something else in Italian, but she wasn’t listening anymore because his hand was gone and he was there, pushing inside her.
    His mouth stifled her gasp as his thick cock parted her folds and worked its way inside her. For a second, there was pain. He was long and thick, so much that she wondered stupidly how he found pants that could contain him. She laughed aloud before he shut her up by plunging his tongue deeper into her mouth, that movement mimicking the one below.
    Holy hell . It had been a long time for her, and neither of her former lovers even came close in rivaling him. But one thrust turned into three and soon she was pinned to the wall, his strength the only thing holding her up.
    Lost in sensation, she couldn't hold back her moans as the driving pitch of his hips increased in tempo. His cock plundered, filling her tight channel before withdrawing and filling her again. Her body accepted all of him—but just barely and only because he made her so hot and wet. Otherwise, it might not have been possible.
    Suddenly, she was coming, her body seizing and shuddering as she clamped down on the thickness inside her. The spasms rocked her body as she came, harder than she’d ever climaxed before. Her vision blackened and the hot tight tension drained away, leaving her sated and weak. She would have fallen if Gio’s body hadn’t been pressing her to the wall.
    Docile in his arms, she barely registered his movement. He pulled out of her and turned her around, placing her hands against the wall for support before grabbing her hips. In one smooth thrust, he entered from behind, one hand moving to her breast to caress the full mound.
    He took her hard, each of his lunges rocking her body into the wall. Struggling to brace herself, she moaned when his other hand left her hip and moved forward to stroke her clit.
    “Again,” he whispered.
    She choked, trying to breathe. “I can’t.”
    There was no way she could orgasm a second time.
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