Page 40 of Claiming His Baby At The Altar

She flopped onto her back with a gasp when his tongue found the sweet spot his fingers had so recently brought to a peak.

Alejandro had a magical power over her, she thought dreamily as she willingly submitted to the unrelenting pleasure. He could melt her insides with nothing but a look and turn her into a mass of nerves and sensations with only the lightest of touches. His magic was stronger than her defences and when it felt this good, this essential, she could think of no good reason to fight it any more, not when surrender felt so incredible.

The sensations building deep inside her were coiling together, swelling and thickening but, just as stars were starting to form behind her eyes, he moved his mouth from her heart and up, over her belly, pushing her dress as far as it would rise.

Feeling drugged on lust, craving the feel of his skin pressed tightly against hers, Flora undid the clasp at the neck of her dress. Working together, they pulled it off before he deftly unclasped her bra and replaced the lace with his mouth. With sounds of greedy appreciation, he sucked and licked, traced his tongue around the peaks, making her head flop back again at the intoxicating pleasure of it.

It wasallpleasure. The magic of his mouth. The magic of his hands exploring the contours of her body. The magic of his smooth skin beneath her own exploring hands. The softness of his hair and the hardness of his body. The musk of his skin and the spiciness of his cologne. It all infused her senses and fed her increasing desperation for his possession, and when he snaked his tongue up her neck and pinned his elbows either side of her face to gaze down at her, Flora saw the passion burning her matched in his liquid stare.

His hooded eyes were eating her alive.

Suddenly desperate to be as one with him, Flora clasped the back of his head and lifted her head to fuse her mouth to his.

He groaned, and kissed her back so ravenously she could taste his hunger for her. Tongues clashing and dancing, she wound her legs around his waist and arched upwards at the same moment he thrust himself deep inside her.

The sensation was so incredible that stars flashed behind her eyes.

There was a long moment of stillness before he raised his head. Breathing deeply, he gazed into her eyes. The emotion pouring from his stare penetrated her as deeply as he was buried in her.

Please, let it feel as magical for him as it does for me, she prayed.Let Alejandro feel all of this as deeply and as profoundly as I do.

He kissed her.

She wound her arms tightly around him and closed her eyes.

Breasts crushed against chest, they drove the pleasure higher. In and out he thrust, each movement taking her closer to saturation point, closer still, until he clasped her bottom, fusing their groins together, and she shot past every peak he’d taken her to before and, with spasms of pleasure exploding through her, she soared high into the sky, over kaleidoscopic stars, his name falling from her tongue, her own name shooting from his lips a distant echo caressing her ears.

Slowly, so slowly, Flora floated down from the stars.

Alejandro was slumped on top of her, breathing heavily into her neck. The thuds of his heart beat through her skin to her own cantering heart.

Alejandro was the star, she realised as she landed like a feather back on the earth rotating around him. She was the earth unable to escape his gravitational pull.

Was she in love with him? Or was it just lust?

The answer made her heart clench.

She’d been in some form of love with Alejandro Ramos for half her life. It had been a form of sickness, a violent tempest of emotions she’d been far too young to handle or understand. It had stopped her ever looking at other men. Until the night they’d conceived their child, her only kiss from a boy had come from a game of kiss chase in primary school.

She thought back to their first night together. He’d made love to her with a tenderness that had filled her chest with so many emotions it had turned her into putty in his hands.

She’d wished many times that he’d been a selfish oaf of a lover because then it might have made the pain that had lanced her when he’d stood her up the next night and then cut her so effectively out of his life easier to bear.

An icy sliver of panic washed through her now. What if this had all been an elaborate hoax to reel her back in one more time before he discarded her again?

‘Say something,’ he whispered, raising his head and lifting much of his weight off her.

Afraid to look in his eyes, more afraid not to, Flora plucked up the courage to gaze into the swirling depths. Whatever the emotion she was looking at was, it melted the icy panic.

Because there was emotion there. She could see it. Deep emotion.

But hadn’t she seen it that night too? Wasn’t that why his cruel treatment of her had cut so deeply?

Things had been different then, she reminded herself. Very different. They had a child now. They were married. He wore a ring on his finger that told the world he belonged to her.

‘Say something,’ he repeated. ‘Please. Tell me what you’re thinking.’

Exhaling a slow breath, she smiled. ‘Who was on the phone?’

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