Page 112 of Modern Romance Collection March 2025 (1-4)

Sensing her fears, he lifted his head and gave her a look of such tenderness that her heart cried.

‘Trust me, Rose,’ he whispered huskily, taking her hand and threading his fingers through hers. ‘I will make this good for you, I swear.’

Tears that came from nowhere and which she would never in a thousand years understand except to know they weren’t tears of unhappiness stabbed the backs of her eyes. Squeezing his hand, she gave a short nod.

A smile pulled at his mouth. ‘Close your eyes,mi amor, and let your mind go. Put your trust in me.’

Her crying heart thrumming loudly, her breaths catching, she put her head back on the pillow at the same moment Diaz shifted himself lower until his face was level with her groin.

With infinite gentleness, he slipped a hand beneath her bottom to raise her, and coaxed her into parting her thighs further.

The liquid in her core had thickened into molten. Her pulses were raging fire as anticipation and fear collided, but the fear weakened at the first caress of her most intimate part.

Slowly, worshipfully, Diaz explored her secret flesh, his tongue probing and flickering, opening her to him.

It was when he sought out her most hidden part and patiently urged it to swollen arousal that the last of Rose’s inhibitions at this most intimate of acts vanished into the ether and she was taken into a world of unknown pleasure.

He’d lied when he’d said there would be no pain, she thought dimly as exquisite, all-consuming sensation built inside her. This was pain. Rose was lost in it, drowning in a maelstrom of the most intolerable, glorious pain imaginable, each stroke of his tongue sweeping her higher and higher on the crest of a giant wave towards an undiscovered pinnacle…

The wave smashed and in the beat of a heart, Rose was thrown into a vortex of shimmering, spasming pleasure that had her crying out and clasping Diaz’s head as she rode the ripples of her climax until her body was nothing but tingling atoms.

She opened her eyes.

Diaz lifted his head.

She opened her arms to him.

He crawled up her until he was covering her with his body.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and gazed into his eyes.

He inhaled deeply, his stare filled to the brim with emotion-laced hunger.

Their chests were so tightly fused she could feel the rapid thumps of his heart.

Her heart soared. All the tingling atoms that made Rose soared with it.

She lifted her head and pressed her mouth to his. ‘Make love to me.’

He closed his eyes and took another deep inhalation. ‘Rose…’

She raised her thighs. His arousal jutted hard against her pubis.

Eyes still closed, he gritted his teeth. ‘Rose…’

‘Make love to me.’

His stare opened back to her. There was a starkness to it. ‘I don’t want to hurt you again.’

She kissed him and whispered, ‘You won’t.’

Not now. Not when she was floating on a cloud of bliss.

She unhooked an arm and slid it down his smooth back. ‘Love me, Diaz.’

His eyes pulsed and he bent his head to kiss her. ‘Always.’

Trailing his fingers down her side, he slid his hand between their groins and took hold of his arousal. Rose could feel it pressing into her opening and raised her hips higher, brand-new anticipation and excitement building inside her.

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