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All she had on now were the bra and a matching thong that cupped her like the hand of a lover.
His hand, he thought. Only his.
A muscle flexed in his jaw.
She was half-naked, all hot skin and cool silk. He took one step forward, his eyes on hers, and curved his palm over the bit of silk between her thighs.
Anna cried out.
He could feel all his good intentions coming apart.
“Anna,” he said, the single word hot with warning.
“Draco,” she whispered, and she smiled, such a sexy smile, so wicked, so filled with the knowledge of Eve.
He knew she was remembering last night and how they’d said those same words when he’d stormed into her hotel room. He would have smiled, too, but suddenly she was touching him, her fingers at his zipper, dragging it down, and his rigid length sprang free into her hand, her fingers wrapping as best they could around his engorged flesh.
“Now,” she said, and any coherent thought he might have still possessed flew from his head.
He swung her into his arms, carried her to the bed. Tore off his clothes. Came down to her and she arched toward him, seeking his mouth, her tongue a sliver of silk against his, her teeth nipping at his lip, her soft cries burning, burning into his brain.
Draco caught her wrists. Raised her arms over her head, his fingers manacles of steel.
“What do you want?” he said thickly. “Tell me.”
“You,” Anna said, “you, Draco, please, please, I want you. I need you …”
“Only me,” he growled. “Say it, Anna.”
“Yes, yes. Only you. Only you. Only—”
She screamed as he thrust into her, hard, fast, deep. Her cry filled the night; he felt her muscles contract around him.
“Open your eyes,” he said roughly. “Look at me.”
Her lashes rose. Her eyes wild and hot, filled with him.
“Draco,” she sobbed, “Draco …”
He let go of her wrists, slid his hands beneath her, lifting her into his hard body, into the steady demand of a primitive rhythm. She moved with him, her hair flung over the pillow, her hands clutching his biceps.
He could feel the tension building in his body, in his scrotum. Wait, he told himself, wait for her to come again …
She did. Once. Twice. He heard Anna cry his name, felt her fingers dig deep into his buttocks. And then he stopped thinking, gave in to the pleasure that was more than pleasure, let it consume him.
Let it consume them both as they flew off the edge of the world into the black Roman night.
Time slipped past.
A minute. An hour. Anna couldn’t tell. It didn’t matter. Time had no meaning.
Only this was important.
Draco, collapsed over her, his skin as slick with sweat as hers, his heart hammering the same as hers, his breathing as ragged as hers.
Her arms were wrapped around him. One leg was draped over his hip. She had no idea where she began and he ended, and she sighed and thought she could stay like this forever.
“Too heavy,” he grunted, hearing her sigh, but she shook her head, kissed his shoulder, held him even closer and that was a damned good thing because he wasn’t sure that he could move.
