Page 29 of Consequence of One Reckless Night

Chapter Eleven

Raquel rained tinykisses all over his chest before taking the hard brown nub between her lips. A hissing sound escaped him, and she thought he would push her off his body, but he didn’t. Instead, he lifted one hand to the back of her head, cupping it, urging her to continue with the sensual administration. She took it as a nod of approval and continued to love him thoroughly—selflessly.

There was no part of him she didn’t touch. His face, his chest, his arms and his rock-hard belly with the ripped muscles that she vowed to revisit another time. Even his thick thighs and toned calves got their share of kisses. But what she craved most, was the hardest part of him—the length which jumped needily every time she touched him.

“Raquel.” His groan dripped with need as shaking fingers grabbed her hair and wrapped them around his fists.

The burst of pain in her scalp only added to the heat of the moment, stoking the fire inside her that flared out of control. She tore the towel off him and took him in her mouth, his harsh moans and loud ragged breathing filling the cabin as she sucked him like he had sucked her breasts. Vile curses filled her ears and fists tightened in her hair as she continued to pleasure him before she was pulled off his body.

Caught by surprise, she found herself splayed on her back just as his mouth crashed onto hers, parting her lips and a searching tongue thrust into her mouth, sending heat skidding through her, instantly making her wet between the legs. His kisses were pure joy and—torture. Everywhere he touched her, she burned. Goosebumps erupted on her body, and she shuddered as he kissed his way down her throat before pulling his t-shirt off her and taking her breast into his mouth.

Raquel bit her lower lip hard as he suckled her, almost to the point of pain, but she did nothing to stop him. Her hands flew out and grabbed the pillow as she arched under him, allowing him to feast on her breasts, one after the other, until she thought she would come just from him suckling her breasts.

A choked gasp escaped her when his big hand spanned her tummy, almost reverently before sliding down to push her thighs apart. She cried out when he kissed her sensitive folds before taking the throbbing bundle of nerves into his mouth. She came with a loud cry—jerking, undulating under him as her thighs tightened around his head. He continued lapping at her core, sending delicious bolts of pleasure darting through her as she lay trembling under him, totally decimated by the earth-shattering climax.

She felt bereft when he peeled his mouth off her highly sensitive flesh but moaned when he climbed atop her. Nudging her thighs apart, he notched his shaft at the mouth of her channel before thrusting in—hard. Her back lifted off the bed as she arched under him, and her breasts smashed against his hard chest. Strong arms wrapped around her body as she was held to a hard, sweaty body while an equally hard part of him thrust inside her.

Their mingled cries, jagged breathing filled the air as Alexandre chased his climax, thrusting in hard before dragging his entire length out of the clutch of her clenching muscles, only to push right back in. His thrusts picked up speed, and she shook in his arms as her own climax lingered, just out of reach, inviting her to reach out to claim it.

“Alexandre!” she wept when he suddenly pulled out of her.

Flipping her, he urged her on all fours before thrusting in from behind. They came together, a cataclysmic event that depleted them both and left them trembling against each other.

Alexandre pulled her against his chest, one arm lying possessively over her waist while the other cradled her head. Raquel struggled to keep her eyes open as lethargy swept through her but his fingers on her belly reminded her that they had yet to talk about the baby.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered into the back of her head, sending tingles of delight all over her body.

How could she want him again, and so soon?

“What are you sorry for?” She yawned as she fought to stay awake.

He was silent for a long time, and Raquel had a feeling that he was gathering courage.

“For making you pregnant.”

She turned around to face him. “You couldn’t have known the condom would fail,” she said, but he shook his head.

“It didn’t fail,” he replied, his eyes dark and opaque.

Her brow creased as she struggled to make sense of what he was saying.

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