Page 7 of Consequence of One Reckless Night

“You’re soaked, baby.” His lustful words further heightened the flurry of sensations which began to dance over her body. “I want to taste you.”

Before she could even fathom what those words meant, Alexandre swung her up into his arms and carried her to the bedroom.

Warning pealed loudly in her ears.This was going too fast. She had to tell him this was her first time.She needed him to slow down but the words died on her lips when he slid her down the length of his body before gently pushing her backwards so she fell onto the mattress. A small lamp by the bed doused them in a mellow yellow light, adding a dream-like quality to the scene unfolding before her.

She stared open-mouthed as Alexandre began to undress, hastily removing his shirt before bending down to remove his jeans and underwear. Her eyes widened at the considerable size of his shaft, which hung heavily from between his legs.

Dear God, she was really going to do this! Panic blasted her at the thought of him impaling her on his huge shaft but on the heels of that thought, came a fevered elation—and revelation. She was the reason this gorgeous man was aroused! It washerthis man desired, and the thought filled her with such power that it almost blinded her.

For the first time in her life, Raquel felt beautiful—powerful! The bells of caution clanged loudly in her head even as she reached for him, hypnotized by the beauty of the man who stood before her.

He joined her in bed, his lips immediately capturing hers in a sizzling kiss that made her toes curl. Quick, efficient hands made short work of her clothes and soon she was naked against the heat of his body.

Raquel felt possessed as their kiss deepened, his tongue stabbing hungrily into her mouth, drinking deeply from her. His searching hands were everywhere—on her face, her breasts, her belly and between her legs, teasing her mercilessly, preparing her body for his possession.

Sliding down, he sampled her small breasts, gently biting the hardened brown tips before sucking the soft mounds into his mouth. When he was done pleasuring her breasts, he moved down to settle between her legs.

She cried out when he kissed her intimately, her fingers wrapping around his long hair, keeping his head pressed against her needy flesh, fearful that he would stop without giving her the release that she desperately craved. She came with a hoarse cry as pleasure crashed over her, shaking violently as the powerful climax ripped through her. The sound of foil ripping barely penetrated the sexual haze that clouded her mind and Raquel had no warning before Alexandre pushed her thighs further apart and plunged into her.

She gasped at the shock of his penetration, but he was too far gone to notice that she had frozen under him, but only for a second because his fingers were suddenly at the bundle of nerves hidden in her femininity, strumming the nub, pushing her toward yet another climax.

She held onto his shoulders as he thrust harder—faster, his jagged breathing loud and harsh filling her ears as he raced toward his own climax. When at last he poured into her with a cry and fell limply against her, Raquel wrapped her arms around his sweaty body and promptly fell asleep with a smile on her lips.

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The next morning Raquelwoke up with a headache. Her eyes squeezed shut as soon as she tried to open them for the light in the room stung them. Her tongue felt heavy in her mouth, and her throat was dry and scratchy. Her belly hurt, and she groaned as she pushed herself on to her elbows.

Cool air brushed over her body, making her quickly pull the sheet over her nakedness. Naked? Cautiously she opened her eyes, grimacing when her headache intensified.

Where was she and why was she in such physical distress? Peering around the unfamiliar room, it took her several minutes to realize that she wasn’t in her room at the Casa DaCosta.

Suddenly, images from the previous night came flooding into her mind.

The Club... the drinks... the dance...and... Alexandre!

Raquel froze as the cold reality of what she’d done crashed over her.

She’d slept with a stranger!

Horror filled her, immediately followed by panic. Tears sprang from her eyes as she stumbled out of bed, gathering the sheet around her.

She stepped on her dress, lying on the floor, scattered around which was her underwear. Mortification stung her cheeks as she gathered her things and quickly slipped them on. She tried not to think as she looked around for her shoes, pocketing her small wallet and mobile phone that had slipped out the pocket of her dress.

What had she been thinking—sleeping with a stranger when she was on the verge of marriage? She wasn’t keen on marrying and knew nothing about her intended groom, but how could she shame her fiancé and her family this way?

A door opened noisily behind her, and Raquel swung around, her heart leaping into her mouth, terrified and hopeful that it would be Alexandre.

But it wasn’t. It was a woman—and her uniform told Raquel that she was one of the staff.

“Alexandre?” she asked hoarsely.

“Sir has gone to work,” the woman replied politely in Konkani, her face impassive, her expression blank. “When you’re ready to leave, I can arrange for a taxi to drop you home.”

And just like that her night of adventure came to a dreadful end.

Raquel nodded, plopping down on the bed, unable to sort through the emotions that swamped her.

Disbelief. Shame. Anger.

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