her lips. 'You talk too much,' he said. 'Right now I want you to feel.'
Emma was awash with feeling; her entire body was tingling and leaping with excitement at what was ahead. She felt as if she had waited her whole life for this moment. He was her nemesis - the one man who had tempted her out of her sensual stasis.
It was a shock to her how much she wanted him. It pulsed through her with such force it almost frightened her. She had been so very determined not to succumb to his potent sexual allure and yet here she was quivering to feel him thrust inside her.
She put her hands behind her back to unhook her bra, her breathing ragged as he watched her reveal her nakedness. His eyes darkened and his throat moved up and down as she tugged her lacy knickers down. She saw his eyes flare as he took in her feminine form, a pulse leaping in his jaw as he fought for control.
'You are beautiful,' he said huskily.
Emma felt her heart swell at the compliment. She had never considered herself anything other than average, and yet somehow now in front of him she felt as if she were the most exquisite creature on earth. Her natural shyness fell away, her desire to pleasure him knowing no bounds as she stepped up against him, her softness against his hardness. 'So are you,' she said in a breathless whisper as her hands skated over his chest before going lower.
He sucked in a breath as her fingers trailed through the dark hair that arrowed downwards, his erection thick and hard against the enclosure of her hand. Such power and yet such vulnerability, Emma thought as she stroked him.
'Enough,' he groaned and pushed her hand away. 'I want to taste you.'
Emma shivered as he pushed her down to the floor, the almost primitive urgency thrilling her. He parted her thighs, his warm breath like a caress as he kissed his way up from her knees to the secret heart of her. She drew in a rasping breath as his fingers tenderly parted her feminine folds, the first stroke of his tongue making her back arch off the floor. A flood of sensations swamped her, tingling electric-like feelings that left her mindless as her body's impulses took over. She felt the first flicker of a spasm and shrank back from it in nervous apprehension.
Rafaele's hands on her thighs softened into a soothing caress. 'Relax for me, Emma,' he said. 'Go with it, cara.'
'I-I can't...' she said breathlessly.
'Yes, you can,' he said gently. 'I am probably rushing you. I will slow down.'
It's not that, Emma wanted to say, but somehow couldn't quite bring herself to do so. How could she tell him she was a virgin? After what he had assumed had occurred between her and his father would he even believe her?
As if he sensed her uneasiness with such raw intimacy he moved up her body, kissing her deeply as his weight pinned her beneath him. She sighed with pleasure as his erection nudged against her moist folds, the sensation of him being so close but not close enough almost unbearable. She began to squirm under him, her body instinctively searching for his.
Suddenly he was there, in one slick, tearing thrust he was inside her, the gasping cry of discomfort she tried to suppress not quite as inaudible as she had hoped it would be.
He reared back, his weight resting on his arms as he looked down at her. 'I am rushing you, aren't I?' he said. 'I thought you were ready for me. You felt ready for me. I am sorry - did I hurt you?'
She shook her head, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.
His eyes narrowed slightly. 'What's going on?' he asked.
Emma felt tears prick at the backs of her eyes. 'I should have told you...I'm sorry...'
His gaze narrowed even further. 'Told me what?'
She took a gulping swallow. 'I've never done this before...you know...had sex...'
Rafaele stared at her in stupefaction. 'What?'
She bit her lip again, her eyes sprouting tears. 'I know I should have told you but I didn't think you'd believe me...'
He felt a knife twist in his chest. 'You mean you're...you're a...a virgin?'
She winced as if he had just insulted her. 'Do you have to say it like that?' she asked. 'It's not something I should be ashamed of.'
He stared at her for a moment, his mind whirling. What had he done? Oh, dear