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“Please stop it,” she whispered huskily. “That is not the case and you know it. I just did not want you to think that I am demanding anything from you. I was the one who put you in this position, inconvenienced you. I am just giving you a way out…”

She heaved out a breath. “I don’t want to be married, Robert. I have seen what it does to people. After I have satisfied my mother enough, I fully intend to go on as I was before. I want to continue dedicating myself to my work.

There are so many things to see to and I…” She lowered her gaze to his very impressive chest. Everything about him was impressive. She had caught sight of his erection, and her heart had been in her throat, thinking that he would tear her apart. But he had been gentle and careful, until the passion had taken over and then he was not.

Tilting her chin up, he stared at her. “Is this a one-time thing?”

“I don’t want it to be,” she whispered, “you excite me, and I have feelings for you. But I am just letting you know where I stand.”

He studied her face for a moment, his expression hooded, never allowing her to see what was roiling inside him.

How could she bring him such unbelievable joy one minute and was now plunging him in utmost despair? But he was not about to allow her to shake him. He had come this far; fate had brought them together when he believed there was no hope, and he was not about to let her go.

“Robert?”

“I want to make love to you again.” He decided that only thing he could do at this moment, was to lose himself in her and show her how much she needed him. He was going to make her need him, yearn for him the way he had always yearned for her. Starting now.

“But first…” Letting go of her, he climbed out of bed and headed towards the bathroom.

Lying back against the pillows, she had the pleasure of admiring his magnificent physique. He was well muscled, without bulging. His shoulders were broad, his back tapering down to a taut buttocks.

She felt a shiver when he walked back from the bathroom. His chest was wide, the dense dark brown hair tapering to a washboard stomach and his sex… Her breath caught as she allowed her gaze to linger.

He sat on the side of the bed and lifted a washcloth. “I cleaned myself off in the bathroom, now it’s your turn.” He told her hoarsely. “Will you allow me to do so?”

Her mouth went dry as she realized what he was saying. “Yes.”

“Good.” Climbing over her, he parted her thighs gently, his eyes meeting hers before drifting down her stomach. There were shadows inside the room, the only light was the flickering embers from the fire burning inside the hearth, but it was enough for him to see her clearly.

Sonya’s fingers curled into the quilt when he touched the warm washcloth to her core. Twisting the end around his finger, he inserted it slowly, rotating it, inching in and using the cloth to wipe her clean. His head lifted to look at her as he continued his ministrations. Nothing had ever felt so erotic.

Sonya had to bite her lip to stop from screaming, but the expression on her exquisite face spoke volumes and had his sex surging to life.

“Are you sore?” He asked her thickly.

“No. A little.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.” She rolled her head on the pillows, her breathing shallow. “No.”

“Are you certain?” He went in deeper.

“I am. “Oh Robert,” Her hand gripped his wrist, her body arching. “Robert.”

“I want you to come.” I want to see your face.” Removing his fingers, he got rid of the cloth and inserted his fingers inside her. “Come for me baby.” He urged.

She did. Her body shuddering, her eyes wide as she cried out his name.

When he climbed on top of her, she was dazed and disoriented, her body still vibrating. He entered her slowly, mindful of the fact that he might hurt her. A groan escaped him as she sheathed him, her tightness closing around him like a well-worn glove.

Capturing her lips with his, he swallowed her cries as she climaxed again. He followed behind her quickly, his body shuddering as he emptied himself inside her.

He could not get enough of her. He had suspected as much, but it was proven. He gave her a few minutes and apologized when he became hard again.

Easing away from her, he turned her back to him, so he could spoon her and told himself firmly that he should allow her to get some sleep. She was wilting and she must be hurting as well.

“Go to sleep.” He whispered wrapping his arms around her waist. Within minutes, he heard her even breathing, indicating that she was fast asleep. But it was not so easy for him. With her body pressed up against his, her buttocks settled snugly on his crotch, he was having a difficult time of it. And he had a lot of thinking to do.

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