Page 52 of Unbound

“Yes,” she mutters. “Are you all right?”

I picture her, lying in some fancy bed in some fancy house. In the middle of a lake in Italy. I picture her hair splayed on the pillow, her soft flesh in the moonlight. Her lips on mine, my hands on her skin, her wet, tight pussy pulsing and throbbing around me …

“Oh,” she says, her voice low and breathless, her heart thudding. “I see. It’s one of those calls, is it? You think we can manage this again? I mean, it was pretty damn strange last time, wasn’t it?”

“Strange? I don’t think that’s the word I’d use. I think ‘spectacular’ would be the word I’d use. You, naked on my bed for the first time. Sucking your nipples until you screamed and begged for more. My fingers inside you, making you come so hard you couldn’t speak. Showing you that you were mine …”

Her breath hitches, and the air in the room fills with static. I close my eyes, and I am suddenly there with her. She’s standing at the edge of the bed, wearing a flimsy little slip that does nothing to hide her curves. Fucking hell.

I stalk towards her, and her back hits the wall. “Are you really here?” she asks, reaching up to touch my chest. “I really don’t understand how this works …”

“Neither do I. But I understand one thing; you shouldn’t be wearing anything like that while you’re away from me, carissima.”

I run one finger between her breasts, then over her nipples. Hard peaks beneath the silk. I growl and put my mouth to one of them, sucking through the soft fabric. She arches her head back and moans.

“Not here,” she murmurs, pushing me away slightly. “Not in this house, with these people.”

I couldn’t give a fuck about the house or the people. About manners, or how much noise we might make, or if it’s impolite to have not-real-but-so-real-it-blows-your-mind sex with your lover while others are slumbering.

“The lake,” she whispers. “Come with me to the lake?”

“I will come with you anywhere, cara mia.”

She takes my hand, and as before, it feels so real. I know that I am in my bed in a room in Hell’s Kitchen, but I’m also here with her. It’s like our bond is so strong we always find a way to be together, distance be damned. Reality bends to our will, and we are always connected.

I’m vaguely aware of following her through a grand home into fragrant gardens and warm night air. The familiar scents of Italy, the familiar sight of her ass as she glances at me over her shoulder and then suddenly runs ahead of me. I laugh and chase her like she’s prey. Just as she wants me to.

I wonder if anybody else would see me, if they looked? If Minnie glanced from her window right now, would she only see Rosa?

Again, I don’t really care. I have a woman to hunt. It doesn’t take long, because she wants to be caught. She zigzags a little through the woods, and I finally catch up with her at the shore of the lake. She turns to face me, panting slightly. Hand on one hip, a challenge on her face. Behind her, a wavering, hazy wall of fog surrounds the island. Above, nothing but a deep indigo sky and a blanket of shining stars.

She splashes into the water, dives beneath for a second. Emerges soaking wet. “Come on in; it’s nice and warm,” she says, though her nipples tell a different story. The silk of her slip is plastered to her body, and I don’t need to be invited twice. I plunge right in. Merda, it’s fucking freezing … she giggles, and I grab hold of her.

“You want to play games, Rosa?”

She nods, and her heartbeat spikes. Of course she does. I lift her up, and she wraps her legs around me. Moonlight reflects on her pale skin, shines in her vivid green eyes. She is astonishingly beautiful, stealing my breath, filling my heart.

I wanted to fuck her, wanted to tease her, wanted to dominate her. To enjoy toying with my prey. But now I find that my possessive instinct is being joined by something softer. Something purer and loving.

I kiss her neck gently. Her hands go to my shoulders, and a sweet sigh escapes her as I trail my lips across her skin. My hands are on her ass, and I tug her closer, pressing her so tightly against me that we become one person. Her breasts are crushed against me, and I slide my cock inside her as she moans and writhes. “Oh God,” she murmurs. “How can this feel so good when it’s not even real …”

I slowly move in and out, glorying in the tightness of her, relishing the little sounds she’s making, the way her fingernails sink into my skin.

“It’s real, bella. It’s real …”

She turns her head to one side, showing me what she wants. Her carotid is pounding, and I inhale the rich scent of her need. Of the blood racing through her veins, and the pleasure building in her whole body. Licking the skin first, I pierce her flesh with my fangs and growl as the divine liquid hits my tongue. I suckle at her slowly, deeply, echoing the rhythm of our bodies, every thrust and every suck and every touch perfectly in time. In tune, aligned, moving as one.

We come at the exact same time, and the sensation is exquisite. Like nothing I have ever encountered before, as though we share everything, every second of bliss. My body is hers, and hers is mine, and even the stars in the sky above us are nothing compared to this. Compared to us.

I empty myself into her, then clasp her to me, holding her tight and kissing her face, her hair, her eyelids. I worship every part of her, and I will never let her go …

A strange warmth seeps from her body into mine, and a luminous glow seems to surround us. I don’t know what it is, but it feels good. Safe. Like nobody could ever hurt us here. A cocoon of light and heat that seals us from the rest of the world. She wraps her arms around me and rests her head on my shoulder. “What is happening with us …?” she asks, the lights dancing around, shimmering on the gentle waves of the lake.

“I do not know, cara mia. But it feels right, doesn’t it?”

“It does. It feels … like magic. Like forever. Like love.”

She describes it perfectly. We are in our own enchanted paradise.