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Heat prickled over her exposed skin and wet heat moistened her, just where his mouth and tongue held her in a state of high tension. His fingers pulled aside the thin barrier of lace, baring her skin to his touch and she arched off the bed when she felt him touch her, tongue to skin.
He licked her, tasted her, his tongue finding the secret, sacred opening of her body and stabbing deep. Analia was aware of moaning coming from somewhere. Her hand was in his hair, gripping him. And then she felt his tongue move up, circling her clitoris as two fingers thrust inside her. Analia lost any sense of reason, pre-orgasmic tremors racked her body in reaction, as small waves of pleasure pulsed through her, gathering force.
It was too much. She couldn’t cope. Blindly, Analia tugged on Sasha’s hair until he lifted his head. She gasped, ‘I can’t...take it.’
He surged up over her body and pressed a kiss to her mouth. She tasted herself on his tongue and it was the most erotic sensation. He drew back. ‘You can,’ he said roughly with assertation.
Analia was quivering, as taut as a bowstring. Her whole body sensitized to the point of pain. She vaguely heard foil ripping and instinctively reached a hand down to encircle Sasha’s impressive erection, moving her hand experimentally up and down, squeezing gently, fascinated by the silken steely strength.
‘Witch...you’re a beautiful witch,’ he muttered, before taking her hand away gently and sheathing himself. Analia lay back, unable to do much more, breathing raggedly. Her inner thighs tingled from where his beard had scratched.
She was laid bare to this man’s gaze. This man whose name she didn’t even know. The knowledge was heady and yet a part of her felt incredibly poignant for a moment.
He came down alongside her again and said gruffly, as he brought his hand up to cup her breast possessively, ‘You’re more...than anything I’ve ever experienced.’
Analia felt a wave of tenderness wash through her and it unsettled her. Tender emotions weren’t something she was used to, having had to maintain a distance from others all the time. She reached up to touch his jaw. “So are you...”
Spreading his hand across her breasts, trapping a nipple between his fingers, Sasha moved his body over hers, mouth to mouth, tongues tangling furiously. Heat was rising. Their hearts seemed to be beating as one. In an innately feminine move as old as time, Analia moved so that he slipped into the cradle of her thighs. Her legs spread around him as if they’d lain together before.
He lifted himself off her slightly and then she felt him at her core. Without words, she put her hands on his arms, and arched up slightly. He emitted another word in a language that sounded like Russian and then he was pushing inside her, stretching her impossibly, filling her so that she gasped out loud at the exquisite pleasure bordering on pain.
‘You’re so tight,’ he growled.
When he thrust again it became proper pain and Analia instinctively tensed. Immediately Sasha stopped. The only sound in the room was their ragged breathing. ‘You can’t be...’ he said.
Analia felt as if she were between heaven and hell. But she knew it would be infinitely worse if he stopped now. So she gritted her teeth against the stinging pain and wrapped her legs around his waist, binding him to her fiercely.
‘Don’t you dare stop now.’ she commanded.
The words were ripped from his throat, raw. ‘As if I could...’
He put his hand between them and his clever fingers found where he’d brought her close before. Immediately Analia spasmed in reaction, the pain eclipsed for a moment. ‘That’s right sweetheart, relax your muscles, let me in.’
As if she could deny him. Analia felt him slide further in and felt a ripple of sensation deep inside her, unlike anything she’d ever known. Moving her hips experimentally it came again. Sasha drove in and out, his fingers moving against her, between them, heightening her pleasure.
She almost sobbed a plea for him to stop but just then the tension broke and wave upon wave of indescribable pleasure washed through her, obliterating everything in their wake. The pleasure was so viscerally physical that Analia forgot to breathe for a long moment, before finally reacting and sucking in great lungfuls of air.
For a long suspended minute they seemed to hang in the brilliance of the moment and then it crashed slowly around them. She felt a rush of warmth inside her. Daniel’s body was thick and heavy in hers but she couldn’t unwrap her legs from around him. Chuckling softly, darkly, he moved so that his weight was off her and then pulled her close into his chest, their legs entwined, still intimately joined.
CHAPTER THREE
DANIEL WOKE SOME time later to find himself with Alexandra still wrapped in his arms. He recalled going to sleep, still inside her. He moved a fraction but she made a soft sexy sound and snuggled close to his chest. One long, lissome leg curled around his, trapping him. The sense of unease he’d felt earlier returned. When he slept with a woman, he usually couldn’t wait to extricate himself, wanting to shower straight away. Right now, he felt as if he’d kill anyone who tried to part them.
She’d been a virgin. The knowledge crashed through Daniel’s head as if he’d been holding it at bay. Since when did virgins go out with seduction in mind?He
moved slightly so that he could look at her face. That sinful mouth was plump from his kisses. Making him want to kiss it again. The mask had moved slightly, exposing more of her face, a small straight nose.
His fingers itched to pull it off now that he could. But he remembered the almost panicked way she’d said no earlier and cursed. Giving up any chance of escape and not really wanting to, Daniel lay back down.
It was only after a few seconds, when sleep was reclaiming him that Daniel’s eyes snapped open. Peace. For the first time in his life...he felt at peace.
* * *
Analia woke slowly, blinking to adjust to the weak dawn light filtering in through gently billowing curtains. She was completely disorientated. Everything was different; her surroundings, her. Her body felt deliciously lethargic and sated, yet humming with a restlessness she’d never known before. Before. She looked to her side and stifled a shocked gasp when she saw the naked body of the man in the bed beside her and her sluggish brain finally caught up with her.
She had a humiliating memory of not releasing him last night after...afte. Analia closed her eyes now and gulped. After he’d wrung every ounce of pleasure out of her. More than she’d known she was capable of.
Urgency gripped her. If she didn’t return to her hotel by daybreak proper and she was discovered missing, it would cause a national incident. She was also terrified that he might wake and she would have to face the undoubtedly mocking look in his eyes. She’d been so easy. She’d never done anything so knowingly dangerous or morally reprehensible in her life. But it hadn’t felt morally reprehensible, a small wicked voice crowed and Analia’s skin went hot to recall how it had felt.
