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‘It’s…it’s been a long time…for me.’
Alex hissed out a breath. Was that all? He remembered her celibacy comment. He kissed her. ‘How long?’
Isobella shied from the truth. She and Paolo had been lovers for six months before the day of her accident. He had been her first and her last. Anthony had fled in horror before they’d ever consummated their relationship. Would Alex think that terribly gauche of her? One lover sixteen years ago?
‘Years,’ she finally admitted, shying from putting an actual figure on it.
Alex barely heard her whispered response above the noise of the storm. ‘Oh, Isobella,’ he murmured, running his nose across her cheeks and over her eyelids. He kissed her forehead, feeling greatly honoured to be the man to reintroduce her to the pleasures of the flesh. ‘We’ll take it slow. I promise. Wrap your legs around me.’
His gravelly request twisted her pelvic floor muscles, and as he kissed her again she did as he asked. His pelvis settling into hers as if he’d been made to do so.
‘Easy, now,’ he whispered, his mouth at her ear as he positioned himself and slowly sank into her tight, moist heat. Her nails clawed at his back, and it shot a streak of molten desire straight to his groin.
Isobella groaned as he filled her, stretched her, completed her. He whispered something she didn’t understand in her ear—was it in his mother tongue? She swallowed as the gravel in his voice enhanced his accent, grazing her body from the tip of her toes to the top of her head.
He felt good. So good inside her. How had she denied herself this for so long? Or maybe she’d just been holding out for the right man? And as Alex moved inside her, with slow, gentle pushes that were tender and heartbreaking, with restraint trembling through his shoulders, she realised that she’d been waiting for him.
His voice growled low and husky in her ear, murmuring words she didn’t understand. His voice was even more erotic, more sinful in the pitch-black, whispering who knew what. Were they endearments? Or something more risqué? He gave her lobe a gentle bite and she cried out, digging her nails into his naked back, her pelvic muscles contracting around him.
Alex felt her pulse against him and buried his face into the side of her neck. He couldn’t remember sex ever being this good. This…all-consuming. Usually it was just his body that was engaged. It knew the moves and performed them on auto-pilot.
But this was different. He wasn’t used to having the woman in his head. Her generosity touching his heart. Maybe it was because he’d confessed everything to her, told her things he’d never told anyone else before. Maybe he actually felt something for her that was deeper for a change. Deeper than sex.
‘Alex.’
He heard her whimper and felt her tighten around him, knew she was close to the edge. He slowed further, drawing it out, making it unbearably erotic, impossibly sweet.
‘Alex!’
He smiled at her tortured exclamation. Winced at the nails digging into his back. Gripped the mattress in an effort to control his strokes. ‘Hush,’ he murmured.
‘I can’t,’ she cried. ‘I can’t. I think I’m…Oh, God! Oh, Alex!’
He felt the second she snapped, her breath rushing out in a gasp, her body bucking against his, clamping down on his length. She cried out his name and he held her earthbound as pleasure rained down around her almost as violently as the torrential downpour outside.
Her muscles stroked him, pulled him deep inside her, sucked him in further, closer. His own desire was spinning out of control, rushing up to meet hers. He wanted to hold out, to give her centre stage, but her abandon was his complete undoing and he followed her into it.
His orgasm hit him square in the solar plexus, making it impossible to breathe, impossible to do anything other than mindlessly pound into her like the waves beating against the shore. Every muscle tautened unbearably. His chest ached, his heart thundered, racing against the storm, trying to outlast it and failing miserably.
‘Alex,’ Isobella gasped, her breathing still ragged as the last of her climax undulated through her internal muscles. She felt another little shock wave and revelled in the feel of Alex still filling her.
‘Thank you,’ she whispered, staring into the black night in front of her, the contours of his face barely visible.
‘No,’ he murmured, kissing her nose, her cheek, her eyelids. ‘Thankyou. ’ Her response had been gratifying on a whole other level. He hadn’t known sex could be so utterly fulfilling.
