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asure so raw she could hardly bear it as he laved the swollen flesh, tasting every part of her. He held her bottom, anchoring her to his mouth as he finally found the hard nub and suckled. She clutched his head, scraping her nails across his scalp. Crying, begging, the pleasure too raw, too intense as she tumbled over again.
‘Please, Raif, I need you inside me,’ she moaned, as the waves of orgasm finally ebbed a second time.
She felt empty, she needed to feel the thick length inside her, wanted to see him shatter the way he had made her shatter—not once but twice.
As he rose over her, she could see the strain on his face, his eyes wild and unfocused, as he gripped her thighs, angled her hips and notched the wide head of his erection at her entrance.
But instead of burying himself deep, thrusting hard and fast, to ease the emptiness, he edged inside her so slowly her heart began to race, her body clutching and clawing at him.
The ecstasy turned to agony as he teased her, easing in so gently she wanted to scream. She was so frantic for the hard thrust she thought she might die if he didn’t do it soon. ‘Please, Raif, I need all of you.’
‘Shhh… I must be gentle,’ he said, the elemental groan full of the same raw desperation.
‘Why must you?’ she asked, the yearning so sharp, so primitive she could barely think, let alone speak. What was he waiting for?
‘I don’t want to hurt the babe.’
What?
The raw pledge came so far out of left field it took her a moment to understand what he was saying. His sweat-slicked body was as tortured as hers.
‘You are so tight, and I am not a small man.’
‘You won’t hurt the baby, Raif,’ she said, even as her heart pummelled her chest wall at the taut desperation to hold back, to take care of her and their child, even if it drove them both insane. ‘It’s only the size of a peanut.’
‘Are you sure?’ he groaned.
‘Yes!’ She clutched his face, forced his gaze to hers. ‘Please give us what we both need.’
She saw the moment the cast-iron control finally snapped. He grasped her hips and thrust hard, sinking right up to the hilt.
The brutal orgasm slammed into her and she heard him shout out as he rocked out, pumped back hard and fast—once, twice—then crashed over that final barrier behind her.
But as the pleasure exploded in her nerve-endings, shimmering through her body, her heart expanded in her chest.
As she drifted into an exhausted sleep, with his arms holding her securely, and the rapid rhythm of his heartbeat slowing in her ear, her own heart seemed to burst in her chest, the bone-deep yearning no longer contained.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
KASIA WOKE THE next morning to find the bed empty, but before she could let her crushing disappointment overtake her, she was scrambling out of bed and rushing into Raif’s bathroom.
Ten minutes later, she was brushing her teeth with a spare toothbrush, her stomach finally having settled again, and making plans.
She must not get disheartened. They had made huge strides last night. Not just with the sex—which had, of course, been spectacular—but also with the engagement. Maybe Raif was uncomfortable with the intimacy of waking up together, but she would move her luggage into his room today, without asking for his permission. And make a suggestion for their two weeks in New York.
Her spirits lifted considerably when she walked out of the bedroom in her robe, ready to start fetching her things, to find Raif seated at the breakfast table on the balcony, reading a newspaper.
He put the paper aside and stood as she approached, his concerned frown making her heartbeat jump and jiggle—the memory of his words the night before, in the throes of passion, coming back full force.
‘I don’t want to hurt the babe.’
Was that why he had been avoiding sex? Not because of a fear of intimacy but because he was concerned about her health and the baby’s? Why hadn’t she considered the possibility before? This pregnancy had to be new and scary for him, too.
‘Are you well enough to be out of bed?’ he asked, his gaze searching her face as he assessed her condition.
‘Yes, I’m fine,’ she said, realising she had a lot more energy than usual after the morning bout of vomiting, and even the smell of his coffee had not unsettled her stomach.
Holding her elbow, he directed her to the chair opposite his and seated her. ‘Are you sure? I do not wish you to tire yourself.’
