She felt like a symphony as he continued to explore her skin with his hands and mouth. His tongue leaving traces of wetness on bare and silk covered skin alike.
Luciano pulled away, Harley wrenched open her eyes to see what was going on. He’d stood up and was taking off his boots and if she was not mistaken, hose.
He unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall to the ground before laying back down beside her.
Harley’s lips hungrily found his. Her hands roaming over every inch of his bare skin. His body was well developed, he didn’t have the modern-day six-pack, but his muscles were well defined.
His hard body against her soft curves was quite thrilling. She kissed down the side of his neck this time. Stopping at the hollow in his throat and giving it a gentle nip.
For the first time, she heard him moan. Harley grazed her nails down his side, hard enough to leave a trail, but not mark him.
She wiggled out from underneath him so she could continue her onslaught of his bare skin. She kissed and nipped her way down his throat, across his chest, and to his navel.
He had a marvelous treasure trail, and she really wanted to see what was hiding beneath those old-fashioned trousers. Looking up into his eyes she undid the buttons on his pants.
She wasn’t really surprised that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. His big thick cock sprang from his pants and she greedily pounced on it. Wrapping her full lips around the head.
She expertly flicked her tongue around the head and shaft of his cock, eliciting more groans from him. He was looking down at her.
She kept his gaze while she worked on sliding the entire length of him down her throat. He was big, so it took her awhile, but she managed it and was rewarded with his loudest moan yet.
Harley spent several minutes worshiping his cock and balls with her mouth, using her hands to massage his balls and inner thighs, while she licked and sucked.
He suddenly growled, reached down, grabbed her and turned her on her back. He pushed the red silk off her thighs and bit down hard, yet not hard enough to draw blood. Harley moaned in response. He buried his face in between her thighs and began to lap at her wetness.
His tongue swirled around her clit, while one long finger entered her finding her g-spot. He curled the finger inside her, hitting her spot at the same time he gently bit and sucked on her clit.
Harley lifted her thighs off the bedding and reached down to grab one of his hands at the same time. Her other hand grabbing the blanket beneath her, twisting it to keep from screaming out in pleasure.
The harder she twisted the sheet, the more determined he seemed to make her cry out in pleasure.
Finally, a moan that sounded like a scream escaped Harley’s lips as the first orgasm rocked her body. Luciano was relentless after that, and coaxed three more orgasms from her before he lifted his face.
Not having to breathe definitely had its benefits. He lifted her gently off the bedding and stripped the gown up over her head, before taking his pants the rest of the way off.
He looked at her face for consent before he entered her. He was so thick, it took time for him to get all the way inside her. Once he was buried to the hilt he began to move in long slow strokes.
He thrust his hips just right on the way in and managed to hit her g-spot nearly every time he withdrew. Harley wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer as he thrust in and out of her.
Her nails raked down his back, leaving him bleeding. Her moans picked up pace, encouraging him to go faster. He began to move in and out of her at a speed she had never known before.
It was a mixture of pleasure with just a little pain, and she thought she would lose her mind. She came again and again, eventually losing count.
He would pause occasionally to work her g-spot again to make sure she stayed wet. Changing from one position to the next smoothly.
He made love to her for what seemed like hours, before he finally came in an explosion that rocked them both.
As he came, he leaned down, sinking a deep bite into her neck. Harley’s world exploded in the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Harley awoke with a start. She was out of breath, panting heavily and her thighs were soaked.
Alarmed, she felt her neck. She didn’t feel any puncture wounds. She bounded out of the bed and into the bathroom. Flipping on the bathroom light she waited until her eyes adjusted before looking in the mirror.
There were he had bitten her in the dream were two marks that looked like freckles. Harley had a few freckles, many redheads did, but not there. She had never had freckles in that spot before.
What in the hell was going on? It had just been a dream. It had to be a dream. Shaken, she suddenly realized that her feet had not pained her when she ran to the bathroom. She sat on the counter bending her legs to look at her feet. One by one she looked. They were completely healed.
With shaking hands, she undid the bandages around her arm. The wound inflicted by the Gargoyle was also completely healed.
Harley wanted to know what was going on, and she wanted to know right now. She strode to the door, forgetting it was locked until she
