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His mouth was on her breast. He massaged the other with one hand while he stroked down her thigh to find her clit with his thumb.
She grabbed his shoulders and held on as wave after wave of pleasure shook her until she reached the moment of delicious suspension before she felt the first ripple of climax. She shattered in a release that made her scream as she clenched again and again around the hard cock inside her.
When the last wave of orgasm had ebbed, she opened her eyes. Raul’s gaze was locked on her face, and she could see the strain of muscles in his jaw. He had held himself back to let her finish.
“Your turn,” she said, rising on her knees and then sinking back down. She was so wet that she glided easily around his erection.
His fingers dug into her buttocks as he supported her, controlling her rhythm. “I won’t last long,” he ground out, and then he was bringing her down while he thrust up with his hips, smacking her clit while seating his cock even deeper inside her.
New arousal coiled in her belly as he held her up so he could withdraw and drive into her a second and third time. “Ay,Erica, yes!” One more retreat, and then he slammed into her hard, yanking her down onto him as he arched up, his head pressed against the sofa’s back.
He ground against her as she felt his release pumping inside her. Another orgasm ripped through her. “Raul,Dios,sí!”
He gave a last shout before he collapsed down on the sofa, wrapping his arms around her to bring her against his chest.
She lay her forehead on his shoulder, panting, while his breath ruffled her hair. His heart pounded against her breast, echoing her own speeding pulse. Neither moved as their breathing and heart rates slowed to normal.
“That was… You areincreíble,” Raul said, his voice a rumble in her ear. “You have cured my ankle. I feel no pain whatsoever.”
She didn’t want to move, so she spoke into his shoulder. “I literally felt that in my toes.”
He stroked one hand down her spine and back up again, making her shiver. “Are you cold?”
“Not at all. I’m enjoying your touch.”
“Let me get rid of the condom, and then we can get more comfortable.” He shifted, and his cock slipped out of her.
With a sigh of reluctance, she levered herself to her knees and stood. Raul reached into his back pocket and pulled out an actual cloth handkerchief. Wrapping up the condom, he tossed it on the table.
Suddenly feeling awkward in her nakedness, she grabbed the closest garment—Raul’s shirt—and shrugged it on, buttoning it at high speed.
“That looks better on you than me, but it covers up too much,” he said in that velvet rumble. “Can I persuade you to join me in bed? I will use my crutches to get there, I promise.”
Oh, the temptation!
“I wasn’t expecting this,” she said, scooping her skirt up from the floor.
“Nor was I, but I’m glad it happened.” He took her wrist as she bent to retrieve her blouse. “Please stay a little longer.”
His fingers were warm on her skin, and his voice was seductive, but what made her go still was the shadow of loneliness in his eyes. Something twisted in her chest, but she didn’t want him to see it. “Can we have dessert in bed?”
“Dessert, champagne, cognac… Bring anything you want.” The shadow disappeared as desire flared in his eyes. “Perhaps I could lick them off your body.”
Chapter 11
Erica tried to ignore the wave of heat surging through her. “Let me grab the food.” She spun away from him and headed for the dining room.
The desserts were already arranged on a tray, along with a dish of chocolates. She added forks, crystal flutes, and a bottle of Dom Perignon. Probably the wrong champagne for the dessert, but she liked it and never bought such expensive bubbly for herself. Just one more signal that she was in way over her head with Raul.
Padding across the Oriental carpet in the living room, she had a moment of disorientation and stopped to regain her mental balance. She was in the most private wing of Castillo Draconago, carrying a tray of gourmet desserts and high-priced champagne to the bed of a prince whom she had just had insanely intense sex with.
Was she the luckiest woman in Caleva, or would she regret this in the morning?
Probably both.
He had already shared his secrets with her, and now he was sharing his body, a dangerous double seduction. This relationship had nowhere to go but a dead end, and she needed to remember that.
All her sensible resolutions evaporated when she got to the door of Raul’s bedroom. He lay propped on one elbow in the bed, the sheets pulled up to drape over his hips, gazing straight at her as though he wanted to devour her instead of the fancy brownies.
