what it was.
"I'm afraid..." he said breathlessly. "Can't wait..." He slid his hand up her leg until it was between them, and he touched the place he'd used his mouth on. Clitoris, he'd called it. How could he know more about her body than she did?
He pushed inside her again, hard, and he seemed to grow even bigger, swelling, and she knew something glorious was about to happen, when he let out a muffled curse and pulled free from her, and she felt a hot wetness cover her belly as he collapsed beside her on the bed.
He was trying to catch his breath, and she was twisting, restless, confused, when he rolled back, trapping her body with one long leg as she tried to pull away.
"'Sorry," he said, not sounding particularly repentant. "You seem to have an unexpectedly strong effect on me. I barely made it out in time. The last thing I want to do is saddle you with a brat.” Part of her understood what he was saying. He had spilled his seed outside her body so she wouldn't get pregnant. Leaving her empty, aching, feeling strange and restless and unfinished.
Why would any woman seek this out? It was messy, undignified, and while the things he did with his mouth had had the most astonishing effect on her. the fact remained that for a few minutes of unimaginable pleasure she'd destroyed her future.
She tried to sit up, but he pushed her back down again with lazy strength. He laughed. "I usually manage these things better. The truth is, you excite me beyond measure, for no earthly reason I can think of." He pulled her closer to his body on the soft bed, and she was feeling too weak to fight him.
He pulled her into his arms, curling his bigger body around her back, and she felt some of the strange tension begin to leave her. This was what she wanted, what she had always wanted, she thought. Her back pressed against his chest, his arms around her, holding her against his warm, hard body. Her bum was up against his sex, but he was no longer hard, and she had nothing to fear from him anymore. She started to release a sigh when she felt his hand on her stomach, long fingers splayed across the soft, sticky surface.
And then before she realized what he'd intended his fingers dipped lower, into the soft curls between her legs, and she froze.
“No," she said sharply, trying to pull away.
She'd forgotten how strong he was. He had one arm around her, clamping her body against his, as his other hand continued its wicked descent.
“We're still not finished," he murmured in her ear, his voice low and wicked. "You're not finished."
She tried to kick out, but he simply trapped her long legs with one of his, as his fingers slid lower, finding that dangerous place he'd found earlier.
She was wet down there, from him as well as her own embarrassing dampness, and his fingers slid easily against her. He did it with insulting ease— one moment she was struggling, fighting, and in the next she'd gone rigid in his arms, every nerve in her body contracting in shameful delight.
He moved his hand, spreading the wetness around her sex, and she caught her breath. He touched her again, harder, longer, with wicked, wicked knowledge of a woman's body, and she cried out as the cruel delight washed over her again, and again.
Finally he moved his hand away, reaching up to cup her chin, pulling her face back so that his mouth could meet hers, and he kissed her as he'd touched her, long, hard and deep. She started to turn toward him when his hand slid down her stomach once more, and she broke the kiss.
“Please," she begged, desperate. "I can't take any more. Please."
' You can," he said, his voice dark and dangerous. "You can take anything I give you." And when he touched her this time she was shot into a darkness so deep that there was no escape. At the apex of her release she screamed, unable to stop herself.
He turned her in his arms then, and she was sobbing against his chest as he held her, his hands stroking her hair, her tear-streaked face, her trembling mouth. When the last shaky sob died away her kissed her with such tenderness that she wanted to start crying anew.
He was whispering to her, soft, gentle words that made no sense, words of