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And at that moment the abyss took her and, as she fell, she felt her body implode into the first throbbing, rapturous convulsions of release. Heard herself cry out as the pleasure reached an almost agonised crescendo, then found herself drifting, sighing and weightless, back to earth.
Where she found Zac watching her, propped on one elbow, his faint smile tender rather than triumphant, and reflective—even, she thought out of her own welter of emotional confusion, tinged with something like regret.
He said softly, ‘Carissima,’ and she looked back at him, eyes widening as she absorbed every bronze inch of him, finally allowing her gaze to linger on the powerful, rigid shaft springing up from his loins. Aware, to her own astonishment, that her womanhood was already tightening in what could only be anticipation, and renewed desire.
Telling her that the delight he’d given her was only a beginning.
As, she told herself, she would now demonstrate...
She sat up, holding his gaze, and slowly pulled her crumpled nightgown over her head, tossing it aside, before lying back naked, her whole body an invitation under the sudden flare of his dark eyes.
She saw a muscle move in his throat, then he came to join her, kneeling between her legs as he bent to kiss her, and she reached up to caress his shoulders and upper arms, feeling his hard muscles clench at her touch.
His mouth took hers without haste, his hands slow and careful as they travelled over her, outlining her slenderness almost as if he was learning her by heart, adoring her breasts as they lifted eagerly to his lips, outlining the hollows of her pelvis, skimming the concavity of her belly, running his fingertips down the slim length of her legs.
And she touched him too, her hands sweeping down the length of his back to the firm buttocks, revelling in this newfound freedom. Watching the heat burn along his cheekbones and hearing the harsh rasp of his breathing when her fingers at last closed round the hardness of him, sliding from the base to the moist tip. Glorying in his soft groan of pleasure as the stroke of her hand became more daring. And more demanding.
And when he positioned himself over her, she spread herself beneath him.
Telling him without words that she was ready and so much more than willing.
Yet his possession of her was as unhurried as his previous caresses, giving an impression of passion firmly controlled as he eased his way into her pliant body, watching her face for any sign of discomfort.
But if there was pain it was fleeting, and anyway overwhelmed by the need to have Zac sheathing himself in her, filling her with total completion. Making her his woman at last.
For a moment he remained still, looking down into her unclouded eyes, then he began to move inside her, and she lifted her hands to clasp his shoulders, rising and falling with him as she echoed each long, slow thrust, taking him ever more deeply into her, tightening around him as her body quickened to every new and powerful sensation that he was evoking.
In answer, Zac began to move faster, even urgently as if some culmination was approaching, and Dana, gasping, felt once again that first elusive curl of exquisite tension twist inside her, driving her on too, forcing her to reach for it, her breath sobbing almost in desperation.
Only for Zac’s hand to slip down between their joined bodies to find her tiny erect pinnacle, and stroke it. And, even as he touched her, she was lost, crying out in ecstasy as her body splintered into wild pulsating abandonment.
Hearing him call her name, his voice hoarse and anguished, and feeling deep within her the spurting heat of his own climax.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
AFTERWARDS THERE WAS SILENCE. Zac lifted himself away from her and turned on his back, an arm flung across his eyes as he fought to control his breathing.
Dana remained still. She knew it must still be early but even so the room seemed to be bathed in sunlight. She felt totally boneless—too languid even to lift a finger, but at the same time suffused with wellbeing. Her skin was tingling as if every pore was charged with some magical form of electricity.
She turned her head slowly and looked at Zac. She wanted to say something—express how she felt—how he had made her feel during this entire glorious initiation—but she was lost for words.
‘Thank you’ seemed inappropriate, even ludicrous, while ‘I love you’ was out of the question.
Besides, she was hoping he would be the one to speak.
Eventually, she reached out and touched his sweat-dampened shoulder. ‘Zac? Shouldn’t we—talk?’
