When Antonia eased herself onto him, he thought he would come from that bit of tension. The resistance made him grit his teeth. She was slow and teasing, pulling away from him and slipping on again. He gripped her hips and tried to steady his breathing. He wanted desperately to be inside her, but waited in agony as she played with him.

“Antonia,” he rasped, the cords of his neck stretching.

“What, Aiden?” Her smile curled as she gazed at him under hooded lids. She looked positively radiant hovering above him, her breasts pushed together as she gripped him. “What do you want?”

He gave up. “Fuck me,” he growled, pushing her hips down roughly. Only after filling her to the hilt did he take a tiny breath.

She rode him expertly, lifting and rolling her hips forward while her hands were planted on his chest. The sensation of her wet walls tightening around him drove him on the edge of madness. As she continued the slow and steady motion, sliding up and down his engorged rod, Aiden took a hold of her bouncing breasts, pulling and pinching her nipples.

Antonia’s head tilted back and lolled to the side as she picked up the pace. She sighed to the ceiling as she rocked against him. “Aiden...”

He fell into her rhythm, thrusting his hips to meet hers, while holding her in place. He was breathing fire as he slid in and out of her like a locomotive. He was teetering on the edge when she tensed around him. Antonia threw her head back and cried a long, guttural moan, her grip loosening on his chest. Her face contorted in exaltation as she shuddered. Aiden lost control and sped up his thrusts, running his hands all over her body.

The explosion of pleasure made him see stars. He roared as he pulled her to his chest, squeezing her close. Antonia wrapped her arms around his shoulders and choked back a sob. “Jesus,” she whispered against his chest.

“Yes,” he breathed. They remained interlocked for a moment, gasping for breath and clutching one another.

When she finally pulled herself from him, settling on her elbow, her grin was goofy. “How was that?”

Aiden looked down at his spent member. “Marvelous, Antonia.”

She beamed at him, a thin sheen of sweat covered her brow, her hair disheveled and gorgeous. Aiden thought that he loved her in that moment. “Confidence.”

He reached over and cupped her face in his palm. “Yes, m’dear. Confidence.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

Bryon closed the distance between them by backing her against the wall of the shower stall and easing a strong thigh between her legs. Augusta could feel the sweet tingling of arousal at the apex of her thighs and heaviness of her breasts as she watched Bryon slowly lather up his hands with soap. He never took his eyes off hers, even while placing his sudsy hands on her neck, his thumbs tracing the lines of her collarbones. They traveled slowly toward her breasts, massaging them gently. Her knees shook under the weight of her desire, as he deliberately pinched and flicked at her constricted nipples.