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Grey eyes locked on hers, he thrust inside her.
The deep flash of pain ripped a cry from her lips and drove her nails into his flesh. With her shaky gaze on his, Rebel first witnessed puzzlement, then shock, before fury glazed his eyes. ‘You think...’ he seethed as understanding dawned. ‘You think?’
‘I...know?’ she supplied on a gasp, her flesh struggling to contain his thick girth as new, delicious sensations flowed through her.
He moved, perhaps to withdraw. The drugging sensation heightened. She moaned, her fingers digging in deeper.
‘Thee mou. Arabella—’ he muttered as she rotated her hips, chasing more of the feeling. She tried it again. With a thick curse, he slid one arm behind her back, grabbed her waist and held her still. ‘Why...?’ He stopped to breathe. ‘You didn’t tell me you were a virgin. Why?’
‘Because it was no big deal. Until it literally was.’ Her hips twitched, the need to move consuming her. ‘Please, Draco, if you still want me, then take me.’
‘If I—’ He exhaled in disbelief, his eyes squeezing shut for a long tense moment. Then he released her waist. He let her experiment for a scant minute before he took over. Eyes pinned on her face, gauging her every reaction, he set a steady rhythm, the tension slowly draining out of him as helpless moans spilled from her lips.
Pleasure as she’d never known exploded through her as Draco filled her, stretched her to her limit, over and over. Her back arched with each thrust, an alien storm raging deep inside.
The earthy scent of their union rose to mingle with all the different, wondrous sensations. Lost in delirium, Rebel didn’t know whether she was dying or being reborn.
‘Arabella, look at me.’
The rough, fierce command fused her back to him, to see the look in his eyes raw and unashamedly carnal. He let her see how she affected him, let her hear each hoarse gasp and guttural groan as he took her higher until she was consumed by the need to jump off the edge of the precipice.
‘Oh, God... Draco!’
‘Now, Arabella. Let go.’
Rebel soared as she’d never done before, her world unfurling in a white-hot blaze that wrapped her soul in pure joy. Time stood still, granting her the gift of basking in the breathtaking experience. But eventually, her senses returned to her, albeit on a soft haziness that could only absorb the sound of the man whose thickness still registered deep inside her.
Draco watched her eyelashes lift, an indescribable feeling striking him as he traced the flush of pleasure staining her skin. The fervent need for release gnawed at him, but he held it back. He wanted to stretch out this moment for a while longer. Why, he wasn’t exactly sure.
His gaze roved over Arabella’s face once more. She was breathtaking.
And she’d been a virgin.
The feeling he’d been holding at bay rushed over him again. Stronger. Heavier.
She’d been a virgin. And she’d chosen him to be her first. Was he that primitive that it turned him on more than he’d ever thought possible?
He felt himself thicken even further inside her in answer. Her eyes widened as he stretched her. Unable to deny himself any longer, he pushed deeper inside her. Her slick channel welcomed him in a tight embrace. Her back arched, presenting her perfect breasts for him to feast on. He gave himself over to sensation, the new and mind-numbing bliss sweeter than anything he’d ever experienced.
Soft, feminine arms slid around him, holding him through the buffeting storm he never wanted to subside. Inevitably it did.
Burying his face in her neck, he inhaled her sweet scent, then rolled them over. Her hand splayed on his chest.
‘How long do I have before the Gulag train gets here?’
The sound of her voice sent another unfamiliar thrill through him. Draco lay there, unable to believe he was perfectly content to engage in post-sex banter. Normally, he would be dressed and out of the door before the hint of familiarity approached anywhere near contempt.
But he wasn’t even thinking of drawing away now as his arms tightened around her.
‘They can wait. I haven’t had my fill of you yet.’
‘Ah, reprieve.’
He reversed their positions, tucking her beneath him once more. ‘No, not total reprieve. You didn’t tell me about Olivio’s attempts to bribe you until I demanded it, and you neglected to mention your virginity. Don’t hold back anything that important from me again. Are we clear?’
Her eyelids dropped and she swallowed.
Unease trickled down his spine.
A moment later, she blinked. Then smiled. ‘Yes, Drill Sergeant.’
Her familiar snark was lacking its signature bite. Draco tried to push away the disquieting sensation that she was hiding something else, but it lingered, cautioning him not to revel in this moment too long. Nirvana could become addictive.
