Page 57 of His Innocent for One Spanish Night

She should have heard the warning in her own words. But she could not have done this with another man—not even her fiancé, had he wanted her. With Alejandro it felt normal to be kissing with reckless passion and to be desperate for the feel of the other’s skin.

She could only have been like this with him, and they were both too far gone to dwell on anything other than the other.

The record had stopped and the needle was making little scratching noises. He could hear her ragged breathing as she looked down to where he stroked himself.

She was glistening wet, from desire and his tongue. The scent of her turned on was heady, and the taste of her had driven him wild. He could not resist a feel of her. In truth, he wanted to gauge her pain and her pleasure, but he wasn’t all gentleman—he wanted to feel her too.

‘I’m going to so lecture you later,’ he said.

But for now...

He eased in a little way and watched her pale thighs tremble, heard her little moan as he inched in further.

‘Please...’

It wasn’t the pain Emily was terrified of—more that he might stop.

‘Shh...’

His finger stroked her and then slipped inside, as if he were toying with that idea, but then he came up and kissed her.

His kisses were like oxygen, just completely necessary, and it was Emily who turned her head as he nudged in deeper than he had before.

It hurt, and she tried to hold on to her moan.

‘Oh, God...’ She turned her face away and screwed her eyes closed.

‘Emily!’

He called her name and she faced him. With one hand he caressed her face as the other held his thick length. It was the most delicious moment of her life to date.

They were staring at each other as he drove in, making a breathless sound as he tore through the barrier of resistance, and she sobbed—but it was a moan of both pain and desire.

‘Oh, Alejandro...’ She was clinging to his back, feeling the silky skin and taut muscles beneath, and her eyes closed as she tried to acclimatise to the feel of him inside her.

He started to move, slow thrusts that made tears squeeze from her eyes, and her teeth bit into her lip as she arched at the new sensations. She did not know how to move, but she knew he did not require her expertise—she had none. So she gave in to his.

He took her leg and pushed it back, then did the same with the other, and she cried out as he drove in deeper. It felt as if she were being swallowed, or buried, as if she were being consumed...

‘There...’ she said, although what ‘there’ meant she did not know. She knew just that this was everything she wanted.

‘Alej...’ She had never shortened his name until now, but she was dropping syllables with her every inhibition, pleading with him for more of whatever this magic was.

He was moving deeper, and faster, and she realised just how controlled he was only when he let go a little.

His thrusts were building...he was holding her thighs open and watching them...and then he put his forearms either side of her head and took her fast.

‘Ah...’

The last syllables fell away. Emily could not have shouted his name if she’d tried, because her jaw was tense.

She was twisting, but not moving, because his body had her pinned, and she gave in to the pleasure—just succumbed. His sudden shout, the way he stilled and then came deep within her, was a sensation overload, and she cried out again. Not in pain, nor regret, just in the release he gave her.

‘It’s okay...’

She didn’t mind her tears. They seemed normal when her every emotion felt as if it had been leeched from her.

‘Hey...’ he said, scooping her up and finally taking her to his bed.

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