Page 52 of Modern Romance May 2026 Books 5-8
‘Ettore…’
She pulled him closer, lost in the hungry press of his mouth and the fluttering waves of pleasure spilling over her skin.
‘Put your hands on me, here.’
She was grabbing for them, but he was already cupping her breasts, trapping the pebble-hard nipples between the middle and index fingers in a way that had her arching forward.
He groaned against her mouth, and she was pulling his shirt free, her shaking fingers tugging at the waistband.
‘Not here.’ She reached for him, but he was shaking his head, laughing softly. ‘Not here,dolcezza.’
With shock, she remembered that they were still outside on the terrace.
He lifted her up, and she curled her legs around his waist, and he carried her back into the bedroom. And then he was pushing the fabric of her dress down from her breasts, and she took a strangled breath as he sucked her nipple into his mouth, his stubble scraping against her skin.
‘I want to undress you,’ he said hoarsely.
She shivered, the directness of his words sending a flickering electric current over her skin. ‘I want that too.’
Heart shuddering, she watched him peel the bodice away from her body, down over her stomach, and then he slid his hands under her bottom, and she felt the warm silk flutter over her thighs.
Stepping back, he stripped off his clothes and then he was naked too, standing there in the softly lit room, his powerful, beautifully muscled body gleaming like bronze, his cock jutting away from his groin.
She stared up at him, her mouth drying. She felt as though she were made of need, and yet she still needed more.
As if he could read her mind, he leaned forward, his mouth finding hers, and he kissed her hungrily and then he slid his thigh between hers, and she felt the jab of his cock against her belly as he nudged her backwards until she half fell, half sat on the bed.
‘Cosa vuoi che faccia?Tell me what you want. Tell me what you like.’
‘I like this.’ Her fingers wrapped around his cock.
He grunted, and she gasped as it swelled to fill her hand.
‘Not as much as I like it,’ he said as she pushed him back against the mattress. It felt great. But it would taste better and, leaning forward, she shifted her fingers to the base of his cock and licked up the shaft, swirling her tongue over the straining head, up and down, her own hand moving to slide between her thighs.
She moaned softly, because that felt good too, and then Ettore was pulling her back.
‘It’s my turn to taste you,’ he said hoarsely.
He shifted his weight, moving down the bed, and her nipples tightened painfully as he pressed the flat of his palm between her legs and she tried to push back against his hand, only it didn’t happen because Ettore pulled it away but then he lowered his mouth and she felt his tongue dip into the slick, quivering heat like a hummingbird.
She moaned then, and she didn’t know exactly when, but her hand had moved to clutch his hair. Pleasure was flooding through her like a smooth, fast-flowing river. The water was roaring in her ears. Or maybe it was her blood. It kept flowing faster and faster, only now it was undulating too, the swirling currents growing stronger and stronger and faster and stronger…
‘Ettore…’ She moaned out his name, the last syllable hovering in the air.
Her fingers clenched into a fist, pulling his hair tight, and then her spine arched, muscles spasming, as the currents pulled her under and she clung to him because she would drown if she let go.
After what felt like a hundred years but was probably only sixty seconds, Ettore lifted his mouth and moved up her body, and she reached for his cock, guiding him inside her, relishing her power over him as his face creased with the effort of holding back.
He was rock-hard, bigger than he had ever been, and his breath was shallow as he pushed in deeper, stretching her, lifting her higher, pressing her closer.
‘Cazzo.’He groaned, his eyes glassy, the skin across his cheeks drawn. ‘I’m going to—’
She felt his hand slide down to cup her bottom, and she wrapped her legs around his hips, and a thick, stifled groan erupted from his mouth like the noise an animal might make as he buried his head against her throat. She felt his body tense and he jerked back in a way that nearly pulled them apart and then he was surging inside her, clutching her against him as she clutched him.
They stayed like that for longer than her brain could keep track of. An hour, three? It didn’t matter. And all that mattered was that this was real. Not just the sex, but what she was feeling. What he was feeling, she thought as he tightened his arms around her and kissed her over and over, his chest rising and falling in time to her heartbeat.
She couldn’t be imagining this, not now. Not with his body so heavy on hers that it was impossible to tell where he ended and she began.
