Carpathian 00 - The Scarletti Curse

He inserted a finger into her, testing her reaction, and felt her muscles clench around him.
    "You are ready for me, cara" he said softly, pressing into her feminine entrance.
    Nicoletta cried out at his invasion. He moved slowly, inch by inch, savoring the feeling of her tight muscles, velvet-soft, fiery hot, tightening around him. He watched the beauty of their bodies coming together. His hands once more found her hips so he could pull her tightly into him as he surged forward, burying himself deep, gliding in and out with the wind blowing her hair back against him like so much silk.
    "Dio, Nicoletta, you are hot and perfect," he gasped, riding her hard, pushing strongly into her so that she had to push back just as hard to keep from being swept away.
    As the firestorm swept through their bodies, the wind touched their skin with cooling fingers, teasing and inciting, so that Nicoletta never wanted the moment to end. He was taking her soaring through the sky, locking them together with such passion, such force, she felt tears of joy in her eyes. She felt her body tightening, like a spiral winding ever tighter, the friction causing flames to dance in her bloodstream. He was thick with need, savage in his possession, tender in his touch. Her body was welded to his by the fire, belonging, aching.
    She closed her eyes, gave herself up completely, and exploded, hearing him roar with his own release, so that they were shattering together, flying high. Her body continued to grip and tease his, and he shuddered with passion, holding her tightly against him for a long time while their hearts pounded frantically and their legs turned to gelatin. His arms slowly slipped around her waist to hold her up, his body slowly, reluctantly sliding away from hers.
    Giovanni turned her around to hold her to his chest, his body now a haven for her. Nicoletta wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him, unable to comprehend the magnificence of the way they had joined together. His hands shaped her back, moving slowly over the long curve to her spine. He buried his face in her wealth of long hair. "I love the way you respond to me," he said.
    "The way your body grows hot, letting me know you need me every bit as much as I need you." He kissed the top of her head. "I love the way that you trust me when I have not earned it. When I have placed you directly in the path of danger. When I gave you no choice, you still are willing to give yourself to me. Thank you, Nicoletta, for being willing to take a chance with me." He sounded very humble.
    She could feel that curious melting sensation in the region of her heart. Her hair fluttered around them like a silken cape, enveloping them both.
    "Did you know, Nicoletta," he murmured softly, "that I often dreamed of you even before I met you? I lay night after night in a sweat-soaked bed, needing to bury my body in the softness of yours. Needing to see your smile and hear the sound of your voice. I dreamed of you every night and never once conceived that you could be real." He caught her chin in his hands, tipping her face up toward his, his hands gentle.
    "Angela into, amore mia."
    The moon tried valiantly to shine through the layers of mist, casting an eerie glow in the swaying trees.
    Nicoletta smiled up at him, at the dark intensity of his gaze as he studied her. "You have a bruise on your Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    face," he observed tenderly, "and more on your neck." He leaned forward to brush her soft skin with his teasing, moist tongue to ease the discomfort of her bruises. "It pains me to see you injured."
    Her heart jumped, and heat pooled inside her, just that fast. "Do I feel real to you when you touch me?"
    Nicoletta asked softly, tipping her head back farther to allow him to reach the worst marks on her throat.
    "Because sometimes when you touch me, I feel lost in a dream of pleasure and passion, and I am not certain you are real."
    "I am very real, piccola, and I am falling in love with you. You cast a spell over me, a wonderful enchantment, so the sun shines for me only when you are near." He kissed her throat, the dark smudges, the evidence of danger. His mouth wandered lower, drifting over her satin skin as if he could never get enough of her. He found her breast, teased her nipple, his teeth gentle, his tongue swirling lazily.
    Nicoletta cradled his head to her, allowing the delicious heat to spread slowly through her body,