Dangerous Beauty: Part Four: Beautifully Broken (33 page)

Holy shit.

That was the only way to describe it.

Holy shit.
She was speechless.

When Kyle backed away from her, and stood to his feet, unbuckling his belt the rest of the way, Reanna put her hand between her legs, cupping her sex as she fought to catch her breath. The first thing she noticed was how wet she was.

Oh my …

She moaned, bringing her legs up to her chest and pressing her thighs together tightly. The room was spinning. It was that intoxication again—the one that only Kyle made her feel. It was taking over her body, sending her into a state of abandon, the pleasurable abyss she’d been in when he’d first made love to her the night before.

Faintly, she heard him whispering soft words in Italian, right before she felt his hands moving slowly up her legs.

Reanna bit down on her bottom lip.

This was the moment she’d been waiting for. The moment when she could feel him inside of her, the moment when their bodies would be connected again, the moment when they were one. Opening her eyes, she locked them with his, immediately becoming entrapped by the intensity of his stare.

She could see so much in them; emotion, hunger … love. Such a fierce, powerful, overwhelming amount of love. A love that she herself had never experienced before.

And she felt it for him, too.

A love, a passion that surpassed her understanding, which transcended anything she’d ever felt before …

Parting her legs, Reanna sighed at the sight of his gorgeous, strong body as he came forward, settling comfortably between her thighs. Once he was settled, Reanna took a moment to explore his body, running her fingertips along every beautiful part of his skin, both scarred and naked. She ran her fingers over his back, shoulders, down his chest, and across his abdomen. Kissed the scars on his collarbone, his shoulders, the long one right in the middle of his chest, then she arched up a bit more, slipped her fingers into his hair, and kissed the sensitive area on his neck.

He moaned.

There were no words to describe how much Reanna loved that. His moans were husky, yet smooth, seductive and uncontrolled. Reanna thought to kiss him deeper, harder, just so she could hear it again, but her thoughts of doing so pretty much vanished when she felt Kyle slowly begin to push inside of her.

Her breath caught, her eyes crossed, and her head fell back on the bed.

Holy shit …

“Kyle,” she gasped, gripping on to his shoulders.

She couldn’t breathe. She really couldn’t. She couldn’t do … anything, her body was paralyzed. Her eyes locked to his face, even as her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths.

He moaned again, this time as he entered her completely.
“Sei così stretto … così bagnato, colomba. Cazzo ci si sente così bene.”

Reanna shook her head, her arms wrapping around his neck. “I … I don’t know what you said,” she cried desperately. “But please, say it again.”

She loved when he spoke Italian while he made love to her. It was like he was lost to the English language, like he couldn’t control himself; it was so sexy.

He thrust into her, first moving slowly, then he gradually sped up his pace.

Reanna was speechless.

“
Oh God
…” Okay, almost speechless.
“Oh Kyle, yes!”
Well, maybe not that speechless.
“Don’t … stop … Don’t … please!”

Okay, she wasn’t exactly speechless at all, she was just kind of … out of it, crying out random shit because she was near the point of devastation. But in her defense, Kyle wasn’t quiet either.

He was actually saying a lot … he just wasn’t saying it in English.

Reanna was beginning to think he’d forgotten how to speak it.

Abruptly he turned their bodies until she was positioned on top of him, and Reanna thanked the holy heavens.
Yes!
She hadn’t thought it could feel any better than it already did, that he could go any deeper than he already was, but dear Lord, he did. It felt like the most pleasurable jolts of electricity were shooting off deep inside of her, even as her muscles deep in her belly began to clench while the sensations seemed to build in preparation for a powerful explosion.

Kyle gripped on to her hips tightly and she pressed her hand to his abdomen, staring down at the look of intense pleasure masking his face as he rocked her back and forth on top of him. It was incredibly hot, seeing him become so lost. Reanna felt her own pleasure intensify just from the sight of it. She kept with the motion because she knew it pleased him. She was no longer concerned with her own pleasure, only his.

Moving her hand from his abdomen, Reanna brought them up to move his hands from her hips, taking control of her movement as she brought one of his hands to her waist, and the other to cover one of her breasts. Leaning forward, she balanced herself while she sped up her movement, often slowing to give a slight rotation of her hips, just because she could tell he loved it when she did it.

She could see it, the exact moment when he neared the edge. The exact moment when he lost control, when he didn’t want her to stop, and she didn’t. She watched, mesmerized by his perfection, by the way his face tinted red, and the muscles in his arms tensed as his grip on her breast and at her waist became painfully tight. With a grunt he shot up to sitting position and held on to her tightly, one of his hands moving to grip her ass and the other moving up to grab a handful of her hair.

Reanna held tightly to him, wrapping her arms over his shoulder as their eyes locked, and she pressed her forehead to his. Their bodies moved together so … incredibly, so flawlessly, Reanna swore she’d never felt anything like it. It was as if the orgasm started in her curling toes, and erupted through her body at a tortuously slow pace. Over and over again her breath caught as her body rocked with the most devastatingly amazing orgasm she’d ever had in her life. Seriously! It was one for the record books, one with which all others would be compared, and it never ended. It just kept going, intensifying with every wild, upward thrust Kyle delivered. And when he came, when she felt his essence explode on the inside of her, she lost it.

“Kyle!”

With a loud cry of his name her head fell back as a final orgasm shook her entire body. She hadn’t thought it would happen again, so she hadn’t been expecting it. Kyle’s arms wrapped tightly around her, riding out his own release, then once their bodies calmed, once they came back to earth she smiled … just smiled, releasing a sigh when she felt his lips press against her chin, then her cheek when she brought her face back to his, then ultimately, her lips, where he kissed her until she was sure she’d pass out from her lack of breath.

His tongue caressed every area of her mouth as he devoured her until she swore she could taste herself, she swore she could taste
him
. The mix was so addictive, so tantalizing it had her moaning at the pleasure of it,
whimpering
with need, and desperate for more of him …

“
Sei così sorprendente, colomba. Così bella
,” he said, his deep, husky voice rumbling against her lips.

Reanna giggled softly, then indulged in one last kiss to his lips before she rested her sweat slicked forehead to his. She licked her lips, closing her eyes, and taking one last second to revel in the taste of him. “I don’t know what you’re saying, Kyle.” She opened her eyes. But even when they weren’t lost in the throes of passion, it still made her body shiver when he spoke Italian. “Are you going to speak English anymore tonight?”

If he decided he didn’t want to, she for damn sure wouldn’t argue with him.

He smiled back, pressing a quick kiss to her lips, then to the dimple on her cheek. “You’re speaking to a man that grew up in a home where we spoke nothing but Italian.” He chuckled softly. “Speaking English is something I have to think about doing, and when I’m making love to you,
colomba
,” he brought a hand up to caress her cheek, “you are all I’m thinking about. I’m barely aware of the words I speak, much less what language I speak them in …”

Biting her bottom lip shyly, Reanna gave a slight shrug of her shoulder. “Well when you say it like that ... I definitely don’t need to know what you’re saying.” Her arms tightened around his neck. “You just keep on thinking about only me.”

Kyle laughed softly.
“Lei è molto divertente, mia colomba. Molto sexy.”

Moaning, Reanna wiggled her brows in mock suggestion, making him laugh again.

“Do you not wish for me to translate?” he asked, amused by her behavior.

Reanna shook her head. “No need,” she shrugged, “I saw the words in your eyes.”

“In my eyes, huh?”

She nodded her head. “They said it all, Valente.”

“And what did they say?”

“That
you
,” she put a little extra emphasis on the word
you
, “can’t get enough of my irresistibly sexy thickness. And that you love me.”

Kyle gasped, his eyes widening in mock astonishment. “How did you know?” He frowned. “Are you sure you don’t speak Italian?”

She shook her head. “Not a lick.”

He laughed just as she gave him a wink and her slyest crooked smile.

“But I do know the effect my irresistibly sexy thickness has on men; I can’t expect you to be immune to my charms.”

Pulling himself together quickly, Kyle snapped back, feigning offense, “
Your
charms?
Woman
…”

A surprise squeal escaped her lips when Kyle’s palms slammed down on her ass with a slap, then he squeezed both cheeks.

“These are
my
charms.”

“Kyle!” she laughed hysterically at his silliness.

“I don’t want to hear how
my
woman’s ‘irresistibly sexy thickness’ effects other men. No one should be looking but me.”

She rolled her eyes. “I can’t control another human being’s eyes, Kyle— Ah!”

She screamed when he flipped her back on to the bed, lying her on her back, and he rested between her legs.

“Well you better figure it out, woman,” he continued to tease. “I’ll buy you some loose clothes, maybe a few big coats to keep everything nice and covered.” Lifting her leg up his side, he pulled his hand back, then gave her ass another hard slap. “No more of those tight jeans hugging this sexy ass of yours, either.”

“You’re insane!” she yelled through her laughter. “Get off of me, you savage.”

Playfully, she fought against him, but was bested when he caught her arms, and then pinned them over her head.

“Kyle!” she squealed, giggling when he leaned forward, pressing slow kisses to her neck. “Kyle, stop before you start something again.”

“
Mmm
, no round two consummation?” he asked, his lips still against her neck.

Reanna shook her head. Not that she didn’t want him again—trust, her body was begging for him, and she knew he’d noticed—but even though her body was ready for more, it was still feeling a little low on energy due to her lack of proper nourishment for the day.

“Feed me,
man
,” she chuckled, pushing against his big arms.

Seeming amused by her words, Kyle sat up from her neck, then stared down at her, a smile pulling at his lips. “You’re hungry?”

“Are you not?” she replied.

He nodded. “I am.”

“Good,” she chirped, throwing her arms around his neck. “I’m thinking you cook, we eat dinner, dessert, then retire to the living room for
consummation of love, round two.”

“That’s sounds absolutely amazing, baby,” he laughed again.

Reanna grinned. “Thank God,” she sighed. “I was beginning to think you were never going to feed me. All of my sexy thickness will dwindle to nothing if I don’t have something decent to eat,” she said a tab bit dramatically.

Kyle shook his head. “We can’t have that …”

“You’re damn right we can’t,” Reanna answered.

She could feel it from the first moment he’d touched her that Kyle loved her body just the way it was, and she loved him even more because of it. She loved her body, too. She was healthy, and felt sexy every time she saw how well she filled a pair of tight jeans. She didn’t want to change; she wasn’t built to be a size four. And it was obvious Kyle didn’t want her to change, either.

He was so perfect.

“So what are you going to cook me?” she asked him.

Kyle looked to the ceiling as if thinking hard. “Hmm, I’m thinking all of your favorites. Grilled chicken, garlic mashed potatoes, a creamy gravy, asparagus, a nice, fresh, garden salad full of your favorite vegetables, and a chocolate lava cake for dessert, extra chocolate.”

Reanna didn’t know if it was the fact that he was cooking for her, cooking her favorites, or because he’d said the magic words
‘extra chocolate’
, but she was all of a sudden turned on again.

Yeah
, she could wait for food a little bit longer.