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He moved slowly, feeling his way, and watching her constantly, to see what pleased her most. When Sophie was almost manic with need, he stopped teasing her and returned to what she loved most.
She released herself almost instantly, and he held her while she fell apart, whispering words in his native tongue until she slowly regained her breathing. But he wasn’t done with her yet. He began to move once more, thrusting powerfully into her, this time rough and hard, and she bucked even harder against him and screamed in surprised pleasure.
He dug his fingers into her buttocks and when she began to spiral out of control for a second time, he followed after her, releasing himself with a guttural cry.
Their breath combined in the air as a strangled sound of agreement.
That had been earth-shattering.
And for Alex, it had been necessary.
He had done it.
He had physically possessed her; but that wasn’t enough. He needed all of her, for good, to make sure she would stay out of Helena’s way. And so he did not pull away from her and put some distance between them, as he usually did with his conquests.
This was a game, and he had to play his part.
“You are every bit as perfect as I had hoped.”
Sophie’s eyes fluttered shut and she lifted a hand to her neck. The fingers were not steady and her throat was pink from his stubble. “I don’t think I understand what just happened.”
Sex. Sex had just happened. For the first time in her life, Sophie had just done something she’d always sworn she wouldn’t. She’d slept with a man she knew nothing about, just because he was gorgeous. She’d thrown caution to the wind and … and … fucked. Or been fucked. She didn’t know which.
“Oh, God.” She covered both eyes with her hands and shook her head slowly from side to side. He was still inside of her, but mortification was beginning to take over any sense of lust she’d been indulging.
“Sophie, what is the matter?”
Even the way he said her name turned her insides to mush. She had never been so utterly vulnerable to a man as she was now, to this man.
“I can’t believe that just happened.” She kept her eyes shut beneath the veil of her hands. “What the hell was I thinking?”
“You weren’t thinking,” he teased. “You were feeling.”
“Oh, stop. You’re making it worse. Please, please get off me.”
He laughed softly, but did as she’d requested.
“Oh, God.”
Her guilt and shame were obvious, and he had a sinking feeling that he understood what motivated those emotions. She had, after all, just cheated on her lover. And it had been spectacular.
“What we did is not wrong, agape mou.”
“Easy for you to say,” she groaned. “You do this all the time.”
He pushed aside the statement. “And you don’t?”
“No!” She said it with such venom that he stilled. His hands were running down her arms, bringing her slowly back to life. But her guilt was too difficult to assuage. She was upset.
He sighed and did as she’d asked, moving away from her. The instantaneous emptiness that filled him was a surprise.
“Y
ou do not have sex?”
“No!” She shook her head, her eyes still winched shut.
“You were not a virgin.” He grinned down at her, genuinely amused by the picture she made. Somehow he doubted she had any idea how utterly ravishing she looked, stretched naked across his desk with her eyes shut and her lips pouted.
