The Medici Mistress: Nothing and no one would stop him from having her. Read Online Free

It was the perfect word for how he, too, felt. Along with blindsided, mystified, and side swiped.
    “How old are you, cara ?”
    She bit down on her lip. “Twenty one.”
    “So young.”
    “How old are you?” She smiled distractedly as the pants finally gave way and dropped to his ankles. He stepped out of them, and then pulled off his own boxers. He was so impatient. So desperate for her.
    “Older than you.”
    Renewed guilt bubbled in his gut. He ignored it. So what if he was twelve years her senior? Twenty one was still old enough, he told himself. She was no teenager.
    “How old?” She persisted.
    “Old and wise enough to know how to drive you wild,” he promised huskily, lifting her up easily and putting her back on the bed. She went willingly. Her body was quivering with anticipation. She watched as he rolled a condom over his arousal, her heart racing for all sorts of reasons.
    “You always drive me wild,” she murmured, reaching her hands up and running them down his face. He saw the emotion in her face. He would come to despise himself for not recognizing that she was in love with him, then. He acted with no thoughts for her emotions, and the guilt had become immense. But in that wonderful, heady moment, there was no guilt, and no shame; just pleasure to be had.
    He kissed her again, because her mouth was irresistible, and her legs lifted, wrapping around his waist. She pulled him towards her, unconsciously clenching her thighs so that his arousal was teasing at the heart of her soul.
    “Giac,” she called into the palatial bedroom, her voice shrill with desire.
    He groaned. As he moved inside her, he knew he was closing some doors, and opening another, fantastic, life changing experience.
    He froze, as he met an unmistakable barrier. “Annie?” He broke their kiss to stare down at her, his face ashen.
    She flushed, shaking her head from side to side. “I’m fine. Don’t stop.”
    He wanted to remonstrate with her; to ask why she hadn’t said anything. But Annie lifted her hips again, taking him deeper into her heavenly core. He swore as he thrust inside her. “I do not want to hurt you,” he promised against her ear.
    “You won’t,” she smiled slowly, as the brief, sharp pain that had punctuated her first time with a man subsided. It left in its place only pleasure, and she reveled in the tide of enjoyment that was spreading through her body.
    He moved with greater care than he knew he had the strength for. He watched as her body spasmed, her face colored, and she cried out, as a fierce orgasm ripped through her. She was so heavenly. He wanted so much more from Annie, but he was terrified of hurting her. It was then that he knew how serious he was about her. He had a real problem on his hands.
    “Are you okay?” He asked, holding his own orgasm at bay with effort.
    “Okay?” She grinned up at him, in a way that made his heart ache. “I’m so much better than okay. I had no idea…”
    He growled, lowering his head and nipping her sensitive flesh at the top of her breast with his teeth. She yelped and writhed at the same time. “You should have told me,” he said, moving into her once more.
    “I didn’t think this was going to happen,” she pointed out, though speech was becoming difficult.
    “Didn’t you?”
    She blushed. “I hoped… that’s not the same thing as knowing.”
    “No.” He thrust into her again, deep and hard, watching, fascinated, as she thrashed beneath him, her body wild with pleasure and sensation.
    “That feels amazing,” she cried out, as again, he pushed into her hard, demanding total supplication.
    “I was gentle with you, when I realized it was your first time. Now I truly want to own you,” he whispered. “Will you let me show you what our bodies can do?”
    Excitement and adrenalin charged her body. She nodded wordlessly. When he thrust into her this time, she realized how much he’d been holding back. Her insides stretched to accommodate his