Regina DeMaio craves one night in the arms of a gorgeous Italian duke to end the famine of her lonely widowhood. But when Sergio Avanti’s tender skills stir Reggie’s ravenous sexual appetite for more of his erotic loving, she eagerly agrees to spend a week with him in his castello in Tuscany, cooking up new delights in his bed. Never before has such desire consumed her.
When she discovers the delicious charms of his legendary stamina and the torturous joys of his antique Chinese love balls, his dungeon, rack and chains, she wonders if she can ever do without him.
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An Excerpt From: MIA DOLCE
Copyright © CERISE DELAND, 2009
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
“Come sit with me.” Hands on her hips, he sat in a large chair with wooden arms. He leaned forward to kiss her belly and then patted his thighs. “Sit to face me, drape your legs under the arm rests.”
She threw back her head to laugh. “You are amazingly inventive.”
He winked at her. “I want to see your eyes and mouth and breasts and this black cat,” he grabbed a handful of her bush, “as we eat.”
She settled down upon him, wiggled to get comfortable and in the process, made him laugh. “As long as I may enjoy you as well,” she said as she ran her hands down his hard chest to his groin and nestled her fingers into his neat little patch of curls.
He inhaled. “Do as you wish, my sweet. I am yours.” He took a strawberry from the cart and held it before her mouth. “Open your talented lips, bella.”
She did as she was told, ate and then he produced another berry. He took a piece of pineapple, gave it to her, licked juice from her lips and then broke off a piece of a croissant to pop into her mouth. She did the same for him, licking crumbs from her fingers and his lower lip until she saw that between her legs, his cock grew hungry too.
She stroked him from root to tip. “You have the stamina of a ten men.” She grinned widely at him and made her eyes dance. “Ten men I’ve never known existed.”
He laughed as well but his hand stilled hers. “Ten men I would like to ensure you never meet.”
Her gaiety died. “We won’t discuss tomorrow, agreed?”
It was the first real demand she’d made of him. If he interpreted her words to mean she was beginning to care for him too much, well, then so be it. She was. She wouldn’t hide it. She would be honest. That same honesty that would serve her well tomorrow when she would do without him for the rest of her life.
“Bella, tomorrow we can—”
“No.” She tried to stand.
He seized her arms and pulled her down.
She looked at him, rampant sorrow for what she would lose tomorrow making her bold. “I want you to make love to me once more before I leave.” She took his penis and began to stroke him with greedy determination.
He seized her wrist. “Stop. I want you,” he ground out. “But we have no more condoms.”
She cursed now—and began to rise again.
“No!” he shouted at her. “I thought this would happen. We do need each other so badly.”
“The little store in the lobby,” she was grasping for a solution, circling her thumb over the moist slit of his member, “you could call and have them bring up a package.”
“All are sold. I asked.”
She rolled her head back and groaned. “Unbelievable.”
“But I have a solution if you let me try it,” he sounded like a little boy wanting a treat he should not have.
Whatever his idea was, Reggie knew enough about his sexual imagination now to suspect it would be racy and wonderful. “Tell me.”
He reached to the cart and lifted a silver dome. Inside was a bowl of lemons.
She blinked. “I don’t understand.”
“A medieval practice.”
“Lemons?” Her eyes went wide.
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