The Medici Mistress: Nothing and no one would stop him from having her. by Clare Connelly

running his hands up her sides, and resting them just beneath her breasts. “Carrie and I were together a long time before I met you. We went through a lot together. She gave up a lot to be with me.” Annie felt ice trickle through her veins. “I was blindsided by what you made me feel. Totally unprepared for it. The only thing I thought about you, Miss Carlton, was how lucky I was to have met you.”
    She kissed him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. She couldn’t think about what he’d shared with his wife. How long they’d been together. How much they’d meant to each other. It was too devastating to contemplate, and so she put it out of her mind, and instead thought about how lucky she was to have had a second chance with Giac. She didn’t know if it would last. She didn’t know if she’d be able to ignore the past forever. But in that moment, she didn’t want to be anywhere else, or with anyone else.
    Gently, he eased the straps of her dress off her shoulders, pressing his lips to the skin that was revealed there. He nipped at her flesh with his teeth, and rubbed his thumbs in circles over her back. She sighed as he eased her backwards on the leather couch and came to lie on top of her. “You are so beautiful,” he murmured against her neck, as he slid her dress down lower still, freeing her breasts from the black lace bra she wore.
    He took one of her pert nipples into his mouth, and with his hand, he felt the weight of the other breast, pulling at her nipple until it was almost painful. “So beautiful,” he repeated, teasing her with his tongue. “Does it still drive you wild when I do this?” He wondered aloud, removing her dress and briefs quickly. He lowered his head to the apex of dark hairs at the top of her thighs, and ran his tongue over her opening. She arched her back in fevered response. “Good,” he said with a small smile. “I always loved how much you liked to be kissed here.” He moved his tongue against her again, this time, he kept her legs separated with hands on her thighs. When it became too much, and she tried to move away, he shook his head. “No, bella . I have dreamed of this a long time. Let your body be in my hands. Let me remind you what we mean to each other.”
    She collapsed back against the sofa, her breathing labored as he moved his tongue against her most sensitive skin. A dull throbbing began low in her body and she moaned as she felt the start of an orgasm forming. It wasn’t enough though. She needed him.
    “That will come,” he promised. “But for now, I am enjoying being in control of you.”
    She shook her head against the sofa, and then cried out, as he drove two fingers inside of her core. She swore loudly, her whole body shaking with the desires he had stirred. Annie’s green eyes were closed to the world. She needed not to see, not to hear, simply to feel.
    “You’re so wet,” he muttered, bringing his mouth down to her breast again and sucking her sensitive peak, while his fingers moved inside of her. “So wet and responsive.”
    She gripped his shoulders as her orgasm made her mind weak, and her body tingle. He didn’t give her a moment to recover, before poising himself at her entrance and driving into her. She let out a low whistling sound as she experienced the fulfillment of his body anew.
    “This. This is what I need,” she groaned, wrapping her legs around his waist to welcome him completely.
    He had never needed anything as much as he did to feel her wrap around him. He lavished kisses over her body, touching where his mouth went with his fingertips. Every single bit of her, he kissed and touched, tasted and felt, and he moved inside of her, holding her close, moving with her and showing her that heaven really did exist on earth, so long as she was in his arms.
    The last thought Annie had before her whole body seemed to explode with sexual release, was that she would forgive him anything, if it meant they could be together.
    His