Page 27 of Spanish Marriage Solution

‘Oh, my God,’ she whispered, her head tilting back, her eyes closing. ‘Oh...please...’

‘What do you want, mi cielo?’ His voice was dark and deep as his fingers stroked over the sensitive part of her, making her shudder and shake. ‘Tell me.’

She had her hands on his powerful shoulders, her fingertips digging in, her hips lifting against the movement of his hand. ‘You.’ She had to fight to get the words out. ‘I want you.’

‘Then look at me,’ he ordered roughly.

She opened her eyes, obeying him without question, and there he was standing in front of her, his gaze full of a desire and a possessiveness that stole her breath. He pulled her to the edge of the counter, his fingers pressing hard against her flesh, and her thighs automatically parted to let him stand between them.

He stared at her so fiercely and kept on staring as he pushed inside her, long and slow and deep. She groaned, her whole body trembling, unable to look away from him, his golden eyes inches from hers. It was intensely intimate, as if he could see inside her head and she could see inside his. And he didn’t flinch from her stare either. He let her see the fierce passion inside him and how it blazed, and all she could think about was how wrong Emily had been. Because he wasn’t cold or distant. No, he burned like the sun. She could barely look at him.

Did Emily make him burn like this? Or is it all you?

But she couldn’t think about her sister, not now, not like this. There was no room for Emily. There was only her and Sebastián as he began to move, holding her tightly, the rhythm a dance and both of them in perfect time.

It had never been like this with Edward. Never ever.

The pleasure built and built until there was no keeping it inside and the moment it exploded through both of them, he leaned forward and took her mouth. They shuddered and shook together, the flames consuming both of them.

They remained like that for long moments, locked together, his powerful body pressed to hers, his large, warm hands spread on her hips. She couldn’t stop shaking with the aftershocks, the thought of him letting her go almost unbearable.

Finally, an eon later, he lifted his mouth from hers and pressed leisurely kisses along her jaw and down the side of her neck, his hands moving slowly over her hips and thighs, not inciting this time, but soothing.

‘Well?’ His deep voice was rough and frayed as worn velvet. ‘Are you going to marry me, Alice?’

It must have been the effect of the orgasm, she thought later. Or maybe she was simply sick of fighting, and this seemed to be the easiest solution to a very complicated problem. Because all she could think about was that yes, she would marry him. If he could make her feel like this every day, despite the guilt, it would be worth it.

‘Yes,’ she said thickly. ‘Yes, Sebastián, I’ll marry you.’

He shouldn’t have felt so satisfied at her quiet ‘yes’ but he did. Maybe it was no wonder. She’d knelt for him, taken him into her mouth, made him feel like a god, and it had been such a long time since he’d felt that way. A very, very long time.

It wasn’t that Emily hadn’t wanted him—she had. At least initially. Yet she hadn’t much enjoyed his rougher, earthier passions, and had made that clear, so he’d got into the habit of restraining himself with her.

Then, later, Emily had slowly withdrawn from him, radiating a hurt she wouldn’t admit to and that he couldn’t seem to do anything about.

They’d taken to sleeping in separate rooms, because she’d claimed she slept better on her own, but he’d known it was more than that. It was him. It was his inability to give her what she’d wanted: love. He couldn’t blame her for finding that with Edward.

The failure had always been his and he couldn’t forget that.

Perhaps you will fail Alice too?

No, it would be different with Alice, because he wouldn’t promise her anything he couldn’t give. And he’d be completely up front about it so there’d be no misunderstandings, no pressure. A legal partnership and a family for Diego, and sharing a bed to satisfy their physical obsession with each other. That was all. It didn’t have to mean anything more than that. It didn’t have to be complicated.

He shifted, sliding his hands to cup her backside and pulling her even closer against him. She was so warm and she smelled of sex, and he was hardening yet again. He still felt as if he was starving for her and was already desperate to take her to bed yet again, but first, he needed to be absolutely clear on what the rules were for this situation so there would be no mistakes.

Her chin lifted as he gripped her, her dark eyes meeting his. There was uncertainty in them, but she didn’t try to hide it. ‘I can’t help but think you’ve just manipulated me into saying yes using sex.’

He almost smiled. Things were going to be interesting in his household, since it was apparent that she wasn’t going to shy away from difficult subjects. A refreshing change from Emily, who always had.

‘That goes both ways, you know.’

‘True.’ She relaxed into him in a way that made him want to growl with possessive satisfaction. ‘Okay, so how is this going to work? We’re going to have to wait six months, because I don’t want any commentary on how quickly it’s all happening between us.’

‘We don’t have to make a performance of it,’ he said, relishing the feel of her bare skin against his palms. ‘We can get quietly and legally married at a register office. My parents are dead, so are yours, who needs to know?’

She nodded slowly. ‘I suppose I’ll have to live with you, then?’

‘If you want to give Diego the family he needs, then yes.’ He paused a moment then added, because he wanted to acknowledge the fact that she would have to be the one shifting countries, ‘I’m sorry, but I can’t move to New Zealand. My place is here, on my estate. And I can’t move the business either. But I’ll buy you a house in Auckland that you can visit whenever you like.’

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