Carpathian 00 - The Scarletti Curse

stretched taut as he watched her, his gaze hot. Giovanni removed his boots slowly as she stood naked, waiting before him. "Come here to me," he ordered, his voice husky. "I want you to remove my clothing. That would please me, Nicoletta. I want to watch you, see you tremble, know you want me Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    the way I want you."
    She was trembling, shocked at her own daring, shocked at the dark intensity in his eyes. He stared at her with a fierce possessiveness she had never seen. It was frightening yet exhilarating. Obediently she stepped forward, the breeze tugging at her hair so that one moment it covered her breasts, leaving only her nipples peeking through, the next revealing her body to his inspection.
    Her fingers shook as she removed his shirt. He didn't help her, his hot gaze never leaving her body. She felt him tremble when she began to unfasten his breeches, her fingers brushing his swollen flesh. Nicoletta found courage in his reaction. He was thick and hard, so utterly different from a woman. She looked up at him, not knowing what to do next.
    "Touch me, Nicoletta. Show me you want me, too." His voice was more hoarse than she had ever heard it, his body so hot she could feel the heat right through her. "You need to know my body the way I know yours."
    She slid her hand down his chest with deliberate slowness, enjoying the feel of his hard muscles. Bending forward, she kissed those muscles, her hair spilling around him, brushing his skin so that he gasped again.
    His hands caught her upper arms. Nicoletta smiled at the strength in his grip, at the knowledge that she could bring such a strong, powerful man to the same trembling need she felt. Her body was on fire, moist and hot and aching. She wanted his hands exploring her, his mouth moving over her.
    Exactly what he wanted. She caressed the length of him, exploring, shaping, using her hand like a sheath and watching his reaction. He hardened more, thickened, his hips thrusting into her palm. Her fingers danced and teased, and she watched him closely while her own body grew hotter and tighter. "Tell me,"
    she whispered softly, a siren of temptation, "is this what you like?"
    She looked wild in the darkness, and he felt the same wildness growing in him. "Use your mouth. I want to feel your mouth on me again, hot and moist like the inside of your body," he instructed softly.
    Her hands moved over his hips, and she bent her head to kiss his flat belly, to find the ridge of his hipbone and to place a kiss there. At once she felt the difference in him, as he stiffened in anticipation.
    Her tongue tasted him tentatively. She heard the breath leave his body, felt him shiver. His reaction made her bolder. It took a few moments to get it right, but Giovanni allowed her to experiment on her own.
    She knew she was there when a growl escaped from deep within his throat, when his hands tightened into bands, when his hips thrust forward. His fingers left her arms and bunched in her hair.
    "Nicoletta!" He called her name between his teeth, a groan of pleasure, of stark desire. His hands caught her, nearly yanking her up to him, then urging her to lift her head so he could find her mouth blindly, instinctively with his. He welded them together, his hands dragging her so close that she could feel the imprint of his every muscle in her soft skin.
    Nicoletta gave herself up to his hot, seeking mouth. His hands were possessive as they moved over her body, everywhere, finding her curves, the hollows, the secret shadows. She immersed herself in him willingly, tasting his need like a living thing, He craved her, craved her, and Nicoletta lost herself in his strong body.
    Flames were licking at her. Deep within her was a volcano of hot, molten lava spreading out of control.
    She whispered to him, wanting his body buried deep within hers. "Giovanni." A soft whisper of temptation. A plea. An ache.

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    He caught her hands and placed them on a fallen log, bending her body so that she was stretched out before him, her skin gleaming in the silvery moonlight, her rounded bottom a blatant invitation. He pressed against her, his hands biting into her hips. Nicoletta gasped at how thick and large he felt.
    Giovanni whispered to her, his hands caressing her hips, her derriere. He pressed his palm between her thighs to feel her hot and moist and ready.