Carpathian 00 - The Scarletti Curse

seeking. "You take the darkness from my soul, Nicoletta," he said softly, his voice husky and aching as he pushed aside her underclothes and inserted two fingers to find her hot and tight, waiting for him. "Do you fear me so much? What do you think I will do? Teach you to please me and then name you witch to the world? You already please me." Giovanni closed his eyes, savoring the hot silk of her channel, the way her body bathed his exploring fingers with liquid fire. "I could never condemn you without condemning myself. You are my heart and soul."
    She feared his possession of her more, that he could make her his slave, that she would cease to be Nicoletta and be only what he made of her. Her body was moving against his hand, wanting him, craving him. He freed himself from his confining clothing and lifted her into his arms. "Put your arms around my neck, piccola, and wrap your legs around my waist." He would never let her go, never. He wanted her needing him, wanting him, loving him so much she would never think of attempting to escape him. He would tie her to him in any way he could.
    "It is you I want, no other woman." He clenched his teeth as he positioned her beckoning feminine sheath directly over the thick, bulging evidence of his need.
    Nicoletta could feel him pushing against her, hot and needy. His body was trembling, rock-hard, every muscle defined. Deliberately she moved her hips, a small circling motion, enticing, wanting him with every fiber of her being. Inch by slow inch she took him into the heat of her body.
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    them if I wanted such a thing. But for me there is only you," he whispered, his hands on her waist.
    Her breath escaped in a little rush as he filled her, the position allowing him to stretch her tightly. He stopped several times to allow her body to adjust and accommodate the invasion of his. He began to move, slow and easy, careful of her youth and inexperience. The savage fury in him he kept tightly under control. He buried himself deeper, a little harder, reaching to drown himself forever in her fire. She burned away the inner darkness that crept like a monster, shadowing his life. Her flame was bright and pure, a molten, white-hot light that kept him sane.
    He lost a little more control as her fingers clutched at him, as her breasts pushed against his chest and her hair spilled around her face in a blue-black curtain. She moaned softly as he pressed her back against the wall to drive ever deeper into her. His hips thrust again and again, burying himself deeper in her fiery sheath. He took her with him, his hands helping her to ride him, teaching her the way to move so that his teeth clenched with the need for self-control and he could feel her small muscles tightening around him in preparation for her own release. He felt her body began to spiral, rippling and bucking, triggering his own response, a violent explosion of ecstasy, and for a moment he thought she really had ignited his body and flames were dancing around him, around her, in her, through both of them.
    He drew her into his arms, struggling to regain his breath, holding her close with her head nestled on his shoulder while their hearts pounded out a frantic rhythm. Both of them were damp from their fiery dances. "I did not mean to be so wild, piccola. I apologize for my lack of control. You drive out all sane thoughts. I fear all my training was for naught."
    Nicoletta rested against him, unable to believe there could be such pleasure in life as that she found in this man's arms. He was powerful, an aristocratico, really no more than a stranger and one she feared, yet she found much to attract her. "Is this the way it always is between a man and a woman?" How could so many women say they lay as stone under their husbands as they "rutted"?
    Giovanni stiffened, a surge of hot blood rushing through him. He tightened his arms around her to the point of pain. "It is unseemly for you to think of other men, Nicoletta," he reprimanded. "Do not ever be so foolish as to seek the answer to that question." There was a wealth of menace in his voice. He allowed her legs to drop to the floor so that her skirt fell in soft folds around her bare ankles.
    Nicoletta was acutely conscious of her blouse exposing her bare breasts to his gaze, of his seed trickling