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The room was almost stifling, yet it only heightened the pleasure. Her body was flushed and pliant, and when he came over her Antonietta’s mouth met his.

He nudged at her entrance and she closed her eyes as he finally took her—took her there and back on a spectrum of pleasure and pain as he filled her.

Her hands gripped his shoulders and he gritted his teeth. ‘Your shoulder...’ she gasped.

She knew then what his grimace on the dance floor had been about, but as she went to remove her hands his pain was forgotten, and she dug her fingers further in as he filled her so absolutely that it felt there wasn’t even enough space to gather in a necessary deep breath.

Instead, she held on to her breath and to a scream.

She had been right. They did not fit.

Yet for Rafe the tight grip of her was so intense that he let out a moan as he fought to stay still while she grew accustomed to the feel of him inside.

She would never accustom herself, Antonietta was sure. Except now his ragged breathing in her ear was coming into focus, and her grip was loosening on his shoulder, and she was so warm she felt she might faint.

‘I want a drink of water,’ she said, and heard his low laughter in her ear.

He gave her his mouth and he kissed her softly, so that she forgot the agony she was in. More velvet-soft kisses and then he moved deep inside her until she could no longer focus on his kiss.

She slumped back on the bed and he slid an arm under her, and when he moved she did the same.

‘Rafe...’ She said his name and he tempered himself, fought to slow down, but that was not what she was asking. ‘More...’

She had never known anything so delicious—until he put his elbows to the sides of her head and looked right down into her eyes, sweeping damp hair from her face. Then Rafe started to thrust, and she held not his chest, nor his shoulders. She stroked her fingers down his back and felt his taut buttocks, pressed him harder into her.

How did he know? she wondered, because she’d closed her eyes and told him nothing, but he was thrusting harder now.

‘Rafe...’ she said again, but there was no instruction she could give when he was playing her like a master.

He felt the shivers of her orgasm even before Antonietta knew what was happening.

He was moving faster, and she could see the concentration on his features. The tension seemed to rip through her, and she clenched tight, but he thrust harder.

Rafe came in blessed relief, and her deep pulses dragging him in were his reward. And then his breathless moan reverberated through her as she convulsed beneath him. He felt her soft collapse as her body relaxed.

‘I never knew...’ Antonietta was breathless as he lay atop her, dragging in air. ‘All I was missing...’

‘Because you never knewme.’

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