Too Cold To Love (9 page)

Before she could blink he produced a pair of
purple, fluffy handcuffs out of nowhere and moved her further up the bed. He
cuffed her to the four poster bed before she even grasped his intention.

Fear slammed into her as she desperately tried
to free her hands, but his own stilled her. He raised his head and smiled at
her.

"Shhh, trust me
pasticcino
. I won't
hurt you."

Heaven help her, just listening to those low
tones had moisture pooling between her legs, and when Marco pulled out a
blindfold and gently slipped it over her eyes she thought her heart would jump
out of her chest.

"Wh... what are you doing?"

"Shhhh, just feel, wife," was the
murmured response. The bed shift under her and the cool air told her he'd moved
away. Judging by the rustle of clothes he was undressing.

Gentle fingers removed her shoes one by one. He
pressed kisses along the soles of her feet, slowly blazing a trail of heat
along one leg and then the next before raising one of her legs to give him
access to her intimately. Elise's hips bucked involuntarily as he kissed her
mound through the lacy barrier of her knickers. He chuckled and blew hot air
across her wet folds. He murmured his approval at the renewed gush of moisture,
soaking her thong, and Elise held her breath, when he slid his fingers
underneath the elastic.

"Lift up for me,
pasticcino."
 
She hastened to comply, earning herself an
open mouthed kiss to the sensitive skin of her inner thigh that pitched her
arousal even higher.
God,
she was so close to the most overwhelming
orgasm ever. His hands replaced his mouth. They spread her legs wider, exposing
her pussy to him, and she tried in vain to shut her legs. Embarrassment drove
heat into her cheeks, as she recalled the Brazilian the beautician had assured
her was all the range these days. Why wasn't he saying something? Maybe he
didn't like it? She was so goddamn clueless when it came to sex.

****

Marco was momentarily stunned into silence at
the sight of Elise's waxed pussy lips glistening in welcome. He parted her
labia, smiling to himself at her sharp intake of breath when he blew on the
tight nub of her clitoris. One swipe of his tongue was all it took to coax her
pearl further out of hiding. He took the swollen bud between his teeth, and
Elise moaned.

"Please, Marco…I, please."

"Shhh, I've got you. You're so beautiful,
so wet for me."

"I'm not…" Whatever protest she was
going to make turned into another moan, as he licked her slit to clit repeatedly.
His hands dug into her thighs to keep her still as she writhed underneath him.
She tasted just as sweet as he had imagined she would. Just a little more and
he would have her just where he wanted her. He had hoped she would be
responsive, but this, this was something else entirely. There was something
incredibly erotic to making love to her like this. He raised his head, taking
in her flushed face, her hair coming loose on the pillow, still dressed in that
amazing wedding dress, and he replaced his mouth with his hands, sliding two
fingers 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 proceeded to run it slowly over her shoulders, down her back, over her
buttocks and back around across her quivering tummy up towards her breasts. The
soft moan as he cupped her breasts had brought him to such a state of arousal
he had had to grit his teeth to stop himself from taking her right there, hard
and fast. He grabbed her hips, to stop them from moving.

"For God's sake, hold still, woman, or this
will all be over," had been his panted order, and Elise had frozen.

"I'm sorry. I know I'm not very good at
this." She had trembled against him, her head downcast, her shoulders
slumped, and he had wanted to punch something at his own lack of finesse.

He had swung her round, crowding her against the
tiled wall, and she had flushed a delightful pink all over when he took her
hand and guided it to his painfully aroused cock.

"Does that feel as though you're doing
something wrong, baby?" He had ground the words out through his teeth as
her warm hand cupped him. The concentration on her face had created a crease
between her eyebrows. She had slowly moved her hand up and down his long length,
her moves growing bolder as he had grown to impossible dimensions in her hands.
She had watched his reactions through eyes almost black with answering need
when he had moved one hand between her legs and stroked her in turn. Faster and
faster their movements had grown, until she had cried out, her hand a vise-like
grip on his cock as her own climax took her. She would have buckled had his
body not been holding her up. He had spun her around and lifting her hips had
driven his cock into the tight haven of her pussy, seeking his own release. One
hand had gone round her waist; the other had supported them both against the
wall. Her hands had joined his against the slippery tiles as she had matched
his movements with increasing intensity. The wet sounds of their bodies
slapping together had joined in with the spray of the water, cascading over
them both. Sensations had assaulted him as he had thrust deeper. Her hungry
pussy had sucked him deeper, and when she had clenched around him, it had sent
him over the edge with a string of Italian curses.

He had been too fast, damn it. Still joined
together he had used his fingers to rub and tease her clit until she had
quivered around his deeply buried cock, calling his name in a breathy whisper.

They had stayed in the shower until the water
ran cold, soaping every inch of each other's skin. Marco had picked her up,
wrapped her into one of the fluffy bath towels, and had deposited her back on
the bed. By the time he had dried himself and returned to the bedroom she had
been fast asleep, curled up on her side. The towel had slipped slightly to
expose one creamy breast, her hair a damp tangle on the pillow. He had slid in
next to her, itching to wake her up, but she had clearly needed her rest.

Looking at her now, he still couldn't believe
that he had been her first.
Dannazioni
, if only he'd known he would have
been gentler with her, that first time at least. Not that she seemed to have
minded, quite the contrary. He smiled remembering her untutored and passionate
responses to him. Nothing faked or artificial in her reaction, unlike... Elise
whimpered in her sleep. Marco made himself relax the vise-like grip of his
fingers that remembering the bitch of his ex-wife had provoked.

One hand went through his hair, and he shook his
head in disgust. It was his wedding night, damn it, and still that bitch
haunted him. He resolutely pushed all thoughts of Jennifer out of his mind. He
would deal with her soon enough when his
pasticcino
and he came back
from their honeymoon. A honeymoon she knew nothing of yet. He couldn't wait to
tell her when she woke up, or perhaps he would wake her like she never had been
before. One of his large hands settled on her breast, and his smile turned
wicked at the immediate response even in her sleep.
Si
, he was really
going to enjoy telling her, but not right now.

Unexpected tenderness welled up inside him, and
he dropped a kiss on her head before closing his eyes and letting Elise's
steady breathing lull him off to sleep, the smile still on his lips, imagining
all the sensual delights he would introduce her to over the next two weeks.

****

Elise was caught in the terrors of a familiar
nightmare. Blue eyes, an impish smile, a toddler's voice calling her.No. No,
s
top.
No. The sickening tumble and the silence.
Noooo.
Rosie, Oh my
God. Rosie,no.

Sickening dread sat on Elise. She couldn't
breathe – pain and misery and so much guilt. She couldn't stand it. She tried
to run, oh my God how she tried to run. She had to stop her, but she never got
there. Her feet moved like they were in syrup, precious little Rosie's giggle
cut off as she fell, fell, fell...

"Elise, baby, wake up, you're dreaming.
Elise
!"

Elise's eyes flew open. Her heart hammered in
her chest as her eyes slowly focused on Marco's worried face. His large hands
gripped her shoulders, and he shook her none too gently.

"Finally, you were having some sort of a
nightmare
.
Hey, don't cry. Shhh, it’s ok.You're safe, shhhh."

He lifted her and pulled her on his lap. He
gently rocked her as she cried into his shoulder, aware of his deep voice
rumbling in Italian. When she finally managed to get her desperate sobs under
control one of his hands gently lifted her face. He kissed her tears away and
murmured, “Want to talk about it,
pasticcino?"

"N...nnoo,” she hiccupped. “Please just
help me to forget. I don't want to talk. I can't. Please don't make me."

"Shush, I would never make you do anything
you didn't want to do, not here, not when it's just the two of us... not when
it matters."

Elise looked at him, and the tenderness in his
eyes took her breath away. His mouth sought hers, and all conscious thought
fled. The sensations of his tongue twirling with hers, his hands running
lightly down her back before they settled on her backside and gently squeezed,
nudging her closer to his suddenly all too obvious erection, had her wet in
seconds. Oh hell, he couldn't be ready to go again, surely.