Page 19 of Autumn Ritual

Next time, I wouldn’t lose my glasses. I needed a proper look.

He pressed against my entrance, circling the thick head against my heat. “This binds you to me, angel.”

Fine. Great! I wasn’t going to pause to read the fine print. I was ready to make a deal with this devil. Consequences be damned.

My response was a guttural rasp. “Please! I need you.”

A roar choked in his throat, and he sank into me. One hard thrust filled me.

Air left my lungs in a strangled cry. I scrambled to grasp his shoulders, needing the anchor. He stayed still, braced above me, as I adjusted to the invasion. The stretch of my muscles was nearly painful. I was so freaking full!

Taking a deep breath, I squeezed his shaft. The feel of my inner muscles made the monster shudder. He pulled back, and then, with a flex of his hips, thrust deep.

Time blurred after that.

The devil was relentless.

My nails scored his back as I clung for dear life. I wrapped my legs around the back of his thighs, meeting his hard, driving thrusts.

He was slick with heat. I felt like I was burning from the inside out. The noises between us were obscene, but there was no room for embarrassment in the dark.

“I’m going to need you to come now, angel.”

As he spoke, he shifted his weight and clasped my nipple in his mouth. The warmth…the pressure! It was too much. I dropped my head against the bed, back arching violently, and cried out.

He grasped my right leg, hitching it higher. He continued to suck my breast, movements ragged. The pulse of my muscles around his shaft sent him into a spiral. His body jerked. His teeth sank into the soft mound of my flesh! Gagged, he strangled a groan.

And then, his body went still.

Hot ropes of cum shot inside me. I felt his cock pulse as he emptied himself.

Reality shifted after that. I was numb, floating on a sea of contentment. The pleasure pulled at my muscles, and I relaxed into the duvet. Somewhere, in the distance, the man who’d stalked me to the lake moved off me. It was terribly cold. But I was rolled to my side. My head was lifted, and a pillow tucked under it. Warmth settled around me as I was tucked into the duvet that wrapped over me.

“Stay,” I mumbled.

Hot breath fanned my ear. “Sleep now. I’ve got you.”

I wriggled against the hard mass at my back and drifted into the realm of sleep as Camillo Ravello held me tight.

***

When I woke, daylight streamed through the window. I sat up quickly but groaned. Muscles I hadn’t used in ages protested the sudden movement. Hell, my body had never been taken so roughly. I skimmed my hands over my naked flesh, looking for bruises.

There were none.

Huh?

I could have sworn I had wicked hot sex with a monster. But there wasn’t even evidence on the duvet, and the place between my legs was clean.

“Oh, dio!” I gasped.

My squirrel brain leapt about, calculating what had happened. Unprotected sex. With a stranger. In the middle of the night. After he broke in.

“He’s not a stranger,” I muttered to myself. I recognized him at the ball. Cam had a dark freckle mole on his left earlobe, which I hadn’t seen until he bent to kiss me and that side of his face tipped into the light. “He’s Cam. And he was interested enough to escort me to the ball.”

And kiss me senseless.

And follow me to the cabin.