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The initial shock of the contact obliterated the pain in her pelvis for several seconds. Fiery currents travelled up her ankles, shot through her calves to concentrate in a steady pulse of delicious heat between her thighs. Of their own accord her toes flexed against his muscled chest as if they were remembering another time, another place.
His chest lifted in a heavy inhale. ‘What now?’ he rasped.
‘Slowly pull my knees apart as you push towards me.’
Warm hands cupped her knees. Gauging her reaction, he leaned down in a slow, steady forward movement.
Reiko bit her lip as pain surged through her pelvis. She clenched her hands against her side, fighting to keep her breathing steady.
‘Are you okay?’ His eyes had darkened until they were almost black, and the look of concern in them touched a place inside her she most definitely did not want touched.
Swallowing, she nodded. He kept up the momentum, pushing her knees closer to her chest, coming closer, until she could see the faint stubble grazing his jaw. When her heels touched the back of her thighs, she let out a shuddering breath.
‘Back, please. Then repeat,’ she said, wishing her voice didn’t sound so husky. So … needy.
He slowly sat back. They repeated the process. On the third round when she moaned, he swore and stopped.
‘No, don’t stop. I’m okay.’
‘You’re obviously not. You’re crying—’
‘I’m not crying!’
‘Your eyes are leaking—’
‘It’s just sweat, for goodness’ sake. Do it!’
She groaned as he grasped her ankles and repositioned her feet on his chest. By the time he’d repeated the process, her muscles had started to loosen. With the lessening pain she became even more aware of Damion as he surged over her. His powerful aura surrounded her; his scent dominated her every breath. When he drew closer her gaze fell to the smooth, defined curve of his mouth.
She’d always liked him on top …
Like a flash flood, memories rushed through mind—how it had felt the first time they’d kissed, the feel of his hard, hot body against hers, his thick hair between her fingers, the power of his potent manhood as he’d possessed her that first time in her grandfather’s cabin in Tokyo. The sheer bubble of joy she’d lived in for weeks after that …
Right from the start the power of his attraction had held her enthralled. She’d been caught up in the sizzle of sensation from the first time he’d introduced himself as Daniel Fortman, a young man she’d assumed was merely a business acquaintance of her grandfather’s.
She’d known before they’d exchanged a single word that he would be dangerous to her. But even by then it had been too late. She’d handed herself over to him heart, body and soul. And he’d ripped her apart.
Her thoughts coalesced into a hard knot in her belly, along with a sadness that made tears prickle in her eyes. Proper tears this time—not the pain-evoked, sweat-mingled tears she’d brazenly explained away moment ago.
She was so focussed on not losing it in front of him that she hardly felt Damion lowering her legs on either side of him, or slowly levering himself over her until he filled her vision.
‘Tears this time. Don’t deny it,’ he rasped hoarsely, his breath washing over her face.
She studiously avoided eye contact, preferring to focus instead on the steady pulse beating at his throat. ‘Fine. Yes, I’m crying. Deal with it.’
Through the haze of tears, she watched him lower himself further over her, his forearms trapping her body on either side. Her misery receded, her every sense caught up in the altered purpose of Damion’s stance. His head lowered another fraction and her pulse raced faster.
‘Do you ever think about us?’
His voice, low, intense, caught her on the raw.
‘No, I don’t,’ she lied. ‘Why should I?’
‘Because of this.’
His gaze dropped to linger on her mouth, setting off a deep tingling. She was vaguely aware of his fingers toying with strands of her hair, but was too focused on the promise of those lips to concentrate on anything else.
And when that promise was fulfilled, the explosion of joy that stormed through her left her reeling. Hot, firm, his mouth teased hers, brushed against it, drawing out the pleasure in a series of touches that made her move restlessly beneath him.
