Page 29 of The Forbidden Bride He Stole

But it would not end anywhere beautiful.

It would end in ashes. It would end in tears.

Those were the consequences that she was willing to accept. To have him. To feel him moving inside of her.

Instead of putting the condom on, he moved to her again, dropping to his knees in front of her. His face was scant inches from the most intimate part of her and she found herself squirming beneath his close examination. She wanted to run. She wanted to get away.

But she didn’t. She held fast. Because he was right. If this embarrassed her, then what was the point of it? It only proved that she wasn’t ready. She was not half so worldly as she imagined herself to be.

She would not have that.

He moved his hands beneath her body, cupping her rear, lifting her up from the seat as he laved her with the flat of his tongue. She gasped, her hands going to the back of his head.

And he began to taste her deeply, exploring her, finding every drop of her wetness and taking it for his own.

She gasped as he pushed a finger inside of her, and then another.

He didn’t need to hold her up anymore, because she was arching up in the seat, unable to stay still as he licked and sucked her.

Until she was trembling. Until she was crying out. Begging for release.

He moved his fingers quickly, before sucking that sensitized bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs deep, and she shattered.

“Apollo,” she gasped, tugging at his hair as she cried out his name, cried out her release. She felt spent. Shaken.

She was trembling.

He moved up, sucking one nipple into his mouth, and palming her other breast, sliding his thumb over the distended tip there. And then he moved to her mouth, kissed her deeply, letting her taste the evidence of her own desire on his tongue.

He kissed her. And it didn’t end. It went on and on, sending new ripples through her as he traced shapes on her tongue with the tip of his.

And she found another climax rising up inside of her. Not quite as intense as the last, but present all the same, her internal muscles rippling as the unexpected orgasm overtook her. Just from his kiss.

From the carnality of what they had just done.

She was limp against the chair, and that was when he moved away from her, took the condom packet, and tore it open, rolling the latex over his thick shaft slowly.

She whispered something. A curse, maybe. Encouragement, perhaps. She couldn’t be sure. She was lost in a haze. Her whole world reduced to this. To him. To the desire that burned between them.

“Please,” she whispered as he pressed the head of his shaft to the entrance of her body.

She wanted him. So much. He gripped her hips and pulled her forward, impaling her on his glorious length. She gasped. In pleasure then in pain. There was a slight tearing sensation, yes, and it did hurt. But it was over quickly enough.

She rolled her hips against his, instincts driving her now. And if he had been about to pause, if he had been about to say something, he wasn’t now.

He began to move, canting his hips forward, thrusting deep within her.

So deep that she could hardly tell where he ended and she began. This was sex. And she wanted it to be making love, at least a small part of her did. She thought of what Mariana had said. That sometimes, when it was very good, you simply couldn’t help wishing it could be more, no matter what you thought when you went into it.

But you got over it. Mariana had gotten over it, and Hannah would too. This was a rite of passage. She was living a fantasy. She had broken this powerful man, she had made him abandon his principles. For the chance to be with her. It inflamed her. Ignited a need inside of her. It made her feel strong and powerful and like more than she had ever been.

Today was her victory. What he had tried to take and make his own she had reclaimed.

And she would accept the consequences of that. She would not allow herself to cry. Not at the beauty of what was passing between them now, not at the intensity of it. Not at the deep unexpected nature of what it meant to have someone inside of her.

No. This was her victory. Her pleasure.

And she would have it all.

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