Seduced by the Enemy

by Alyssa J. Montgomery

  Resting her head against his shoulder, she delighted in breathing in the tangy, masculine cologne he wore.

  Mm. Divine.

  She only barely registered that he walked past the door to her bedroom, and continued down the long hallway which led to his bedroom. With each confident step, he took her closer to the promise of physical fulfilment she craved. There was no doubt in her mind that this commanding alpha male could deliver.

  ‘Close now,’ he murmured against the top of her head.

  Close.

  God, but she felt closer to Luca than she’d felt to anyone. Closer, but still not close enough. She yearned for their bodies to be locked together, halves of a whole joined in the most primitive, passionate way possible.

  He shouldered open the door then kicked it shut behind them before setting her feet down gently on the sumptuously thick-piled carpet.

  There was a single lamp casting soft, seductive light on to the king-sized bed. It made the very masculine room seem more romantic, but it also drew her attention to the bed and reminded her they’d both be naked there soon. Apart from noticing the lighting, Olivia had no time for any other observations because Luca bent his head to claim her mouth.

  Her lips parted hungrily—opened to the promise of his kisses like a flower to the rain after a long drought, and she gave a breathless whisper of surrender when he slanted his mouth over hers and sealed her to him with erotic intensity.

  Olivia drowned in the expertise of his mouth and knew she wanted everything Luca had to give. Her breasts swelled, desperate to feel his hands on them—longing to experience his lips closing over the aching points of her nipples.

  Her skin tingled, signalling how much she wanted his caresses, and the tight nub of nerve endings between her thighs throbbed out a tattoo of need for the pressure of his touch and the skill of his mouth.

  While his lips moved over hers, coaxing her unrestrained response, Luca groaned when she ground the cradle of her womanhood against him. He deepened the kiss, plundering her mouth in unbridled passion and eliciting a fiercely hungry response so she was both consuming him and consumed by him.

  ‘Tell me what you want,’ he whispered against her mouth before kissing down her neck, up along her jaw and to the divinely sensitive skin right behind her ear.

  Her palm rested on his muscular chest, trying to hold fast to something solid as her world spun with sensations so wonderful she was dazed. Pleasurable shivers of sensation worked their way across her skin wherever his lips made contact.

  Through the haze of arousal, she focused on the steady pounding of his heart. It was a stark contrast to the fast, erratic tempo within her chest.

  ‘What do you want, Olivia?’ he repeated on a growl of impatience.

  With tantalising slowness, she stretched her hands up, reached out to cup his face and urged his lips to stop their ravishment for a second so she could look directly at him. ‘I want you. Only you.’

  Heat flared in his dark eyes and she stood on her tiptoes to urge his head down to her lips for another kiss, but he transferred his attention to her other earlobe. ‘Is this what you want?’ he asked as he nuzzled against the skin.

  Olivia gripped hard to his shoulders.

  ‘Or, maybe you’d prefer me to go lower,’ he suggested as he trailed his lips back down over the sensitive column of her neck and paused at the hollow near the top of her collarbone so he could flick the tip of his tongue back and forward.

  Olivia moaned her approval.

  ‘Lower still?’ he asked.

  ‘Oh God, Luca,’ she rasped as the pulse at the core of her pounded in urgency and she felt her feminine flesh swell and become slick with her desire. ‘I want it all. I want everything you can give me.’

  His hand found her breast and his skilful fingers began to torment her nipple through the fabric of her evening gown. It grew pleasurably tight beneath his ministrations and he pinched gently at it before he used his knuckles to brush back and forward over it.

  Olivia’s legs shook so much, only her firm hold on him kept her upright. Nothing in her experience had ever prepared her for such feverish, wanton desire. Her skin tingled in anticipation of his touch, as though an electric current passed through it.

  ‘Ask me what I want, Olivia.’

  She could barely form the words. ‘What do you want, Luca?’

  ‘I want you naked.’

  His fingers again skimmed over her breasts causing an ache of desire to flash from her nipples right down to her strong, hidden pulse point.

  Olivia’s throat squeezed as she absorbed the smouldering, sensual demand stamped over his handsome features. She felt a surge of feminine power knowing she’d created this urgent need in him.

  ‘Undress me,’ she invited.

  Slowly, he caressed the length of her, making her entire body cry out as she craved more intimate, flesh to flesh contact.

  ‘You look stunning in this dress,’ he told her as his hands smoothed along the valley of her spine, ‘but I’ve wanted you out of it all evening.’

  He bent down far enough to hitch up the fabric, pulling until he could slide his warm palm along her bare thigh. Then, with what seemed to be a wealth of experience, he found the zipper in the hidden side seam of her dress with his other hand. In no time, it was drawn down and the silk pooled around her feet and on to the thickly piled carpet in a whisper of silken sibilance.

  Luca drew back from her and she heard him suck in a breath as he looked appreciatively over her body.

  ‘Stunning in the dress, but even better out of it,’ came the verdict.

  Oh God, yes. He made her feel stunning.

  Moving forward to close the distance between them again, one of his sure fingers slipped underneath the elastic of her panties.

  Covering his hand with her own, she stilled his movement. ‘Play fair,’ she insisted, and promptly began to undo the buttons of his shirt. ‘Let’s even this out.’

  When his shirt finally parted, she was in awe of the perfection of the soft, dark masculine hair sprinkled lightly over the hard muscular planes and valley of his chest. Loving the freedom to explore the ridges of muscles beneath his washboard abdomen, her fingertips bumped over them.

  ‘Impressive,’ she breathed.

  She wanted to touch him all over but first, she gave the edge of her fingertip free rein to trace a circular pattern around one of his compact male nipples.

  Tension sizzled around them.

  The fire of mutual desire blazed. Its flames leapt, insatiable for more fuel, more sensation as it licked around them and drew them closer to its raging, uncontrollable inferno.

  ‘Let me help.’ He swiftly disposed of his shoes, socks and trousers and she was treated to the sight of his hard-muscled thighs and a pair of black silk boxer shorts tented by his solid arousal.

  ‘Still too many clothes,’ she protested.

  ‘Easily fixed,’ he told her as he disposed of his underwear.

  Olivia watched transfixed as his erection sprang free. She couldn’t deny the primal need which made her reach down and trace the long, potent, utterly male length of him. Satin smoothness over granite hardness spoke to her of latent strength and her inner muscles trembled at the thought of him unleashing his sexual power within her.

  I’m a promise. His words replayed in her head.

  Hell, yeah.

  The small bead of moisture on his tip, produced to ease his way into her body and to make her pleasure more easily obtainable, was another reminder of his desire for her. It boosted her confidence to be bold. But, as she tightened her grip around his shaft, he reached for her hand and secured it against his chest.

  ‘Time to even things up again,’ he said raggedly.

  This time, she didn’t stop him as he slid her knickers down her thighs. She wanted to be completely naked.

  His eyes travelled from her waist to her feet. ‘You should never wear underwear.’

  Her heart belted against her ribs and she felt in
credibly sexy because his eyes were smoky with carnal desire, telling her how much he wanted to possess her in the most elemental way—fast, furious and with no-holds barred.

  Yet, she also saw a contradictory glint of almost reverent appreciation. The contrast was extremely arousing and she didn’t know whether to respond as a femme fatale or to surrender to his mastery and let him dictate the pace.

  In the end, she couldn’t even think about her response.

  Way too slowly, he dropped to his knees. He lifted each of her legs up one at a time and removed her shoes, kissing the delicate arches of her insteps as he completed his task. Then, he kissed his way up the inside of her calf, his teeth grazing over her knee cap, his fingertips trailing along the flesh of her inner thigh.

  With every touch and caress he bestowed, exquisite sensation flowed through her body and she responded in the only way she could—by becoming a quivering mass of nerve endings.

  Luca got to his feet, swung her into his arms again and walked the short distance to the bed, depositing her there with great care. The mattress depressed with his weight as he joined her, straddling her with his huge body to kiss leisurely along her flat stomach before making his way lower and tracing the tip of his tongue along her hip bone.

  ‘I’ve been going crazy, wanting you,’ he told her while one of his hands slid underneath her bottom to raise her up, and the other urged her thighs further apart.

  ‘Since we visited the Colosseum?’

  ‘Way before.’

  The conversation was forgotten as his lips and tongue navigated their way to the place she most needed him. He began trailing feather-light, teasing strokes over her feminine mound.

  Whoa!

  She bucked against his attention, soaking up his erotic foreplay and arching her lower back to increase the pleasurable sensations. Luca played her body like a virtuoso played a violin. Every experienced touch was designed to draw out her pleasure.

  ‘Oh!’

  He knew exactly what he was doing—knew where to touch and tease to keep her hovering on the brink. It looked like he relished his task—as though he was getting as much pleasure as she was and that he savoured keeping her balanced on the razor-sharp point of orgasm.

  He was drawing it out …

  Making her wait …

  Building the anticipation …

  Every muscle and tendon in her body stretched. Her nerves fired fast and furious impulses of pleasure to her brain but strained for more—strained taut for the ultimate release.

  ‘Don’t tease me,’ she groaned.

  ‘I want to savour you,’ came his hoarse reply. ‘All of you.’ His gaze focused on her as he declared, ‘Don’t hold anything back.’

  His words made her core clench.

  ‘Give me everything you are, cara, and in return I’ll give you everything I am.’

  She wondered vaguely whether she was truly ready to receive everything he was.

  Then, he centred all his attention on her throbbing nub of sensitive nerve endings, alternately sucking the fleshy bud into his mouth and releasing it, only to start lashing relentlessly at it with his tongue.

  Olivia was beyond all thought, so caught up in the overwhelming pull of this new sexual phenomenon she could only hold fast to his muscular shoulders and absorb each pleasurable stab of ecstasy as little tremors shuddered through her. They seemed to go on and on … building up to something bigger …

  ‘I think you like that.’ His voice was muffled against her but his satisfaction was unmistakable.

  ‘Mm.’

  ‘I certainly like it.’ His voice was so intimately lover-like she felt her thighs turn to jelly.

  ‘I love it,’ she gasped, barely able to think the words let alone voice them.

  Each touch with lips, tongue … whole mouth … sparked through her and was incomparably divine. Each quivering wave of pleasure travelling through her from her epicentre of nerve endings grew more violent like a stormy sea. Luca’s attention propelled her into a wild maelstrom of feeling and need making her dizzy.

  Right when she thought she’d die hovering on the edge of orgasm, one long finger pushed into her, his destination reached with immediate and devastating accuracy. He stroked inside her with merciless pressure and found the sweet spot she’d only ever read about.

  Her hips jack-knifed against his mouth as she cried out his name. Her entire body spasmed and splintered in a shattering climax like none she’d ever achieved. It went on and on, rolling through her; tossing her about until she was flung to a place beyond conscious thought.

  When her body finally stilled and she drifted slowly back to reality, her limbs were heavy with satiation. Forcing her eyelids apart, she saw Luca watching her—tenderness softening his masculine features.

  ‘That was …’ she searched for the right word, ‘… divine.’

  The place outside her consciousness must surely have been heaven. She’d been suspended up there before floating down to earth.

  She ran her fingers through his hair, loving the thickness of it.

  ‘Your turn for pleasure.’ One of her hands trailed down the muscled planes of his back and the other lowered between them so she could caress his shaft.

  ‘Your pleasure was also my pleasure, cara. What’s to come will be more of our mutual pleasure.’

  Were all Latin lovers so romantic or had she hit the jackpot with Luca?

  But, as she stroked his length and caressed the firmness of the sac below, she knew what he meant. Never had she derived so much pleasure from bringing her lover pleasure. Giving might not be as mind-blowingly ecstatic as receiving but this intimate exploration and discovery was incredibly emotionally satisfying.

  ‘No more,’ he rasped unsteadily as he rested the head of his penis against her damp opening.

  She could see how desperately he wanted her.

  Oh yeah, there was raw lust. Loads of it. But, there was far more.

  There was understanding, respect, and appreciation. A hundred messages, all intensely personal, communicated themselves. They willed her to trust him—promised to deliver ecstasy but also assured her that if she gave herself over to him completely, he’d protect her.

  Although her body still throbbed in the aftermath of her climax, she wanted more.

  He held himself over her, his tip teasing her entrance.

  So close now.

  So close to ultimate possession.

  As she raised her hips to urge him forward, her plea was one of frustration. ‘Don’t make me wait any longer.’

  He explored her sensitive flesh with his long, lean fingers. ‘You’re so ready.’

  ‘I want you inside me, Luca.’

  ‘And I want to be there, cara. I want to watch you come apart in my arms over and over again. Look at me, Olivia.’

  When she did, he thrust deeply to sheath himself in her body.

  His low growl of satisfaction vibrated from his chest into hers, and her feminine passage stretched willingly to accept him as he went all the way, possessing her with his entirety.

  Her body rejoiced at their joining and she knew he hadn’t only surged into her body—he’d invaded her heart.

  ‘Sei mio, tesoro,’ he husked as he gazed down at her. ‘Tutto quello che spero e altro ancora.’

  Olivia was unsure of what he’d said, but his husky baritone voice and Italian accent thrilled her as much as the strain of the muscles in his neck which told her how much it was costing him to hold still.

  ‘You’re mine, sweetheart,’ he translated. ‘Everything I’d hoped for and more.’

  His declaration echoed through her. Being joined to his body gave her a sense of completeness she’d never dreamed possible and it was true Luca was way more than she’d ever dared to hope for.

  The moment passed, along with her sense of where she ended and where he began as he started withdrawing from her only to plunge back again. Instinctively, she lifted and lowered her own hips in counterpoint, establishing the seduct
ive rhythm that had desire pummelling through every cell.

  Uninhibited need caused every muscle to stretch taut, seeking release.

  Never had lovemaking been so wonderful … so wholly mind blowing … so simpatico.

  Then, Luca moved one of his hands between them and again found her most sensitive button of flesh. He rubbed at it causing her senses to explode, her inner muscles to quiver and clench hard around him so intensely that only piercing, sweet pleasure penetrated her brain.

  Olivia’s release triggered Luca’s.

  Feeling the spasms rippling through his body, she opened her eyes and watched his euphoric expression before his head lurched back and all the tendons in his neck stretched taut. His strong frame shuddered and gave way to his relief. Then, when he opened his eyes and their gazes locked, he gave an intense moan of satisfaction.

  ‘Incredible,’ he breathed out raggedly, his accent more pronounced than usual.

  Still incredulous and trying to absorb the reality of what they’d shared, she repeated his earlier words. ‘It was everything I’d hoped for and more.’

  Her heart melted when he smiled down at her and brushed a strand of hair away from her forehead with such care, she felt immeasurably cherished.

  He moved expertly so she lay on top of him, her body still joined with his, and her head nestled against his chest. It was perfect to lie like this with him in the aftermath of their lovemaking, feeling the warmth of his body against hers and the security of his strong arms around her. It was perfect to inhale the smell of his skin mingling with the musky scent of their lovemaking, and to feel his hair-roughened legs against the smoothness of hers.

  ‘I’ve never felt quite so feminine,’ she admitted as she mentally acknowledged the male-female differences between them.

  ‘What we shared was incomparable to any lovemaking I’ve known.’

  Her head jerked away from its cushion against his pectoral muscle. ‘Really?’

  ‘Really.’

  ‘While I wasn’t a virgin, that felt a lot like making love for the first time,’ she admitted. ‘It was quite a discovery.’ It was the most passionate, satisfying lovemaking she’d known yet also the most caring and tender.