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Zac reached under her body and shifted her slightly, coming up on his knees, widening her thighs even further. She gasped as he slid in a little more. He wrapped her legs around his hips.
He bent over her and put his mouth on hers, sucking her tongue deep, and then he thrust again...hard. He swallowed her gasp and met it with a rough gasp of his own. He was embedded deep in her hot, tight embrace.
He drew back. She was panting, nails digging into his muscles. His insides curdled when he saw how pale she was. ‘Are you okay?’
She took a minute and then nodded. ‘I...I think so.’
Zac reached down between them and found her sensitised bud. He massaged her gently, feeling a quiver of reaction along his length. He gritted his jaw, trying to stay in control of his bodily functions when all he wanted to do was pull out and thrust back in so hard and deep he’d see stars for a week.
He moved slowly, inexorably, out and then in again, feeling Rose’s body relax its tighter-than-tight grip. Testosterone flooded him at the thought that he was the first man to experience this with her.
His arms wrapped tight around her as his powerful body struck up a rhythm, moving in and out. Any last vestiges of control were fast fraying at the edges as Rose’s body responded, her legs squeezing tighter around him. Her nipples scraped against his chest.
And then, when her hips started to circle in small movements, he couldn’t hold on. He thrust deep and long inside her, and somehow—miraculously—felt the telltale contractions of her own climax squeezing him just before he tipped over into a place of extreme pleasure so intense that he was aware of nothing for long moments but the frantic beating of his heart.
When he finally floated back to earth he realised he was crushing Rose into the bed, his body heavy on hers. His head was locked into the space between her neck and shoulder. Little weak pulsations rippled along his length every few seconds. His body responded. He raised his head to look down incredulously. Sex had never had this effect on him before.
Rose’s head was turned to the side; her eyes were closed. She was no longer holding his arms and something cold gripped him, dousing his desire. He pulled free of her body and saw her wince slightly.
He’d felt her body react—he’d been sure she’d been okay... But had he taken his pleasure with no regard for her well-being? He moved down beside her and saw her legs close together—saw also the telltale sign of blood on his sheets. He felt as if someone had just punched him in the gut.
He pulled up a sheet, covering her body. His voice sounded unbearably rough to his ears. ‘Rose...are you okay? Did I hurt you?’
* * *
Rose knew she couldn’t avoid Zac’s question forever. She could feel the weight of his gaze almost as tangibly as she’d felt the weight of his body. Deliciously. Surrounding her with his musky heat and hard muscles. Until a few moments ago he’d been inside her, a heavy thick weight. Still hard.
Slowly she turned to face him and saw his eyes widen with shock as he reared back.
‘You’re crying. I hurt you—but I thought—’
She hadn’t even realised till then that she was crying, but she shook her head and wiped at a tear, feeling raw and exposed. ‘No...’ When she saw the blatant disbelief on his face and the start of something like self-recrimination, she came up on one arm, the sheet slipping down. ‘No. You didn’t hurt me.’ Her voice felt rough. Different.
He shook his head. ‘Then...?’
Rose had never been so comprehensively laid bare, so she said honestly, ‘I never knew it could be like that. It was...beautiful.’
She winced inwardly. ‘Beautiful’ was an ineffectual word for what had just happened. It had been brutal, searing...pain and pleasure all bound up in pure sensation and incandescence. And pleasure like she’d never known. Too much, surely?
Zac reached out and touched her jaw as if she might break. ‘Are you sure?’
She nodded, turning her face into his hand, breathing him in deep. She looked back. ‘At first...when you...’ She blushed, stupidly. ‘It hurt. But it didn’t last...it became something else.’
Zac came down on his back and pulled Rose with him so she half fell across his chest, hair tumbling around her shoulders, breasts pressed against him. She thought of his mouth between her legs and blushed all over again.
He touched her burning cheek and half smiled, ‘What are you thinking of?’
She ducked her head, embarrassed by how hungry she was for him again—already. In spite of tender muscles. ‘Nothing.’
‘Liar,’ he said. and she could hear the smile in his voice.
Her gut curdled. The truth was that this whole evening was a lie. But at least he used protection, she thought with relief, recalling all too easily how those big hands had deftly rolled the latex over his impressive erection.
And then Zac was pressing her closer and saying, ‘Rest now.’
She knew that this was it—her time was up and she should leave—but her body was so full and heavy with a delicious afterglow that she just...clung to the dream for a little longer and slept.
CHAPTER FIVE
