Free Too Cold To Love by Doris O'Connor

into her wet, tight channel.
    "Easy, my sweet, easy." He growled the
words, but Elise erupted around him with a feral moan that had him almost lose
control himself as her internal muscles clenched around his fingers. Her climax
made her shake uncontrollably as tears escaped from under that mask.
    He kissed them away, tasting the salt on his
tongue whilst he worked at undoing her dress and slowly slid it off her. His
mouth tasted every new exposed bit of skin he found until she was once again
quivering underneath him, all of her exposed to his hungry gaze. God she was
damn beautiful, her skin flawless, apart from some enticing freckles that were
just begging to be explored. He proceeded to nip, suckle, and tease every last
bit of her, and when he finally paid attention to those erect nipples, rolling
them around his tongue, her erratic breathing told him how close she was once
again.
    He heard himself grind out through clenched
teeth. “Come for me again, pasticcino ," as he whipped her mask off
only to drown in the deep chocolate pool of her eyes as he finger-fucked her
mercilessly and sent her tumbling over the edge again. His mouth caught her
throaty moans of pleasure, as he aligned himself against her quivering entrance.
He thrust forward and froze at her sudden gasp of pain.
    She couldn't be, she just couldn't, but she was
so incredibly tight around his cock. His biceps strained as he held himself
perfectly still over her, searching her face. He tried to pull out, but she
surprised him by wrapping her legs around him. She shook her head, her voice a
needful whimper.
    "Don't you dare stop, please.I need... it’s
ok now. Oh, yes, yes."
    And he began to move slowly, mesmerised by the
expression on her face. When she lifted her hips up moving with him
instinctively, matching him move by move, until finally she contracted all
round him, her muscles drawing him deeper, he, too, was lost. With a groan he
felt his own release grip him with an intensity he had never experienced before.
    She took every last shudder of his, until he
collapsed on top of her, his face buried in the fragrant mass of her hair. Damn
it, he'd hurt her, but he couldn't stop the sharp stab of possessiveness,
knowing that she was truly his and only his.
    Hot fucking damn!
     
     

Chapter Ten
     
    Marco shifted slightly, mindful not to disturb
the sleeping woman cradled into his side. Elise's head rested on his chest, and
he carefully pulled a strand of hair off her face better to see her in the dim
light of the room. She looked very young and vulnerable in her sleep, her full,
slightly bruised lips partially open. The rash on her neck and breasts caused
by his evening stubble was slowly fading, as were the hand prints their last
passionate encounter in the shower had left on her sensitive skin.
    He sighed softly, remembering the earlier
events.
    After he had gently extricated her out of those
handcuffs, his own hands shaking from the mere force of what he had just
discovered, Elise had been delightfully embarrassed and refused to look at him.
Thankfully he had remembered the strawberries that came with the champagne were
Elise's favourite fruit. He took great delight in showing her what else they
could be used for, amongst much teasing and shared laughter, until humor had turned
into something else entirely. He'd tried to lick every inch of the strawberry
juice off her, but it really had required a shower.
    Just thinking about that shower had him growing
hard again. He let her get into the shower first; not wanting to crowd her, but
watching her silhouette soaping herself through the frosted glass had been his
complete undoing.   She shrieked when he
slid the door back, her eyes, deep pools of dark chocolate, darting down his
naked body before her cheeks flamed, and she hastily brought them back up to
his face.
    "What are you doing?"
    "Joining you, my pasticcino ,"
had been his grumbled response as he turned her around. Grabbing the soap off
her, he