Page 27 of Cinderella's One-Night Baby

This was it, she thought wildly.The point of no return.

She had never wanted anything more in the whole of her life.

‘Protection,’ he groaned, even as he pushed a little deeper. ‘We need...’

Swearing, he pulled out of her, stretched out an arm and yanked his bedside drawer open.

Gabrielle barely had the time to be grateful for Andrés finding sense for them both when he’d sheathed himself and he was back exactly where she wanted him to be.

With one hand clenched in hers, the other gripping her hip, with one long thrust he buried himself deep inside her.

The shock made Gabrielle suck in a breath and freeze.

Had that beenpain?

Andrés had stopped moving. She could feel the thumps of his heart against her breast. Had it hurt him too...? But then he pulled back almost to the tip and with a groan of what could only be pleasure, drove back inside her.

Oh, that was better. Much better.

He lifted his head and kissed her.

By the fourth thrust, she’d adjusted to the newness and the sensation of being completely filled.

By the sixth thrust she’d stopped counting.

Arms and legs wrapped tightly around him, she closed her eyes and submitted to the burning flames of the passion scorching them both.

Andrés would never have believed something could feel so good. So damn incredible.

Incredible.

Dios, she was sotight...

Release hung tantalisingly close but he wanted to make this last as long as he could and experience every one of Gabrielle’s soft cries of pleasure, to feel her nails dig into his skin, to be inside her as one with her...

Her hold on him tightened, her moans deepening, and he sensed her climax building.

Needing to watch, he placed a lingering kiss to her lips then raised himself onto his elbows, adjusting the lock of their groins to increase the friction she needed.

With drugged-like movements, her head moved from side to side, pillowy lips parting, colour rising on her cheeks and then she was clinging to him, her back arching and then her eyes flew open and he felt the most powerful thickening around him, pulling him deeper and deeper until he could hold on no more and the pleasure of release saturated him in vivid, powerful colour.

CHAPTER EIGHT

ITWASFOURA.M.and they’d finally made it to the bath.

After making love a second time, the water had gone cold so Andrés had run them a fresh one and lit candles so their only illumination was the soft romantic glow of candlelight. It suited Gabrielle’s mood completely.

Sipping at yet another flute of champagne—they were on their second bottle—she gazed at the gorgeous face of the man who had taken her to such dizzying heights and sighed.

His foot pressed against her hip. Both of them were stretched out, facing each other, legs entwined. ‘Are you okay?’

She smiled at his concern. ‘Very okay, thank you. Just thinking I don’t want this night to end.’ Then, in case he thought she was suggesting something, added, ‘Real life awaits me, but it isn’t here yet so let’s just enjoy the time we have left and I’ll try to catch up on sleep before Maman and Romeo bring Lucas back.’

The face he pulled made her smile widen. ‘Romeo?Your brother is calledRomeo?’

She giggled softly. ‘I know. I told you, my mother’s a reader. She went through a Shakespeare phase when she was pregnant with him.’

‘What phase was she going through when she was pregnant with you?’

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