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her breast and stroked the puckered nipple with his thumb.

      She closed her eyes as sensation rippled through her.

      ‘We both know your desire for me is as strong as my desire for you,’ he whispered, his mouth back at her ear, more sweet, sweet sensation skittering on her skin, under her skin, everywhere...

      Gabriele shifted off his elbow and raised himself to kneel over her thigh. The movement shrugged the sheets off him, exposing more of the dark hair that covered his chest, down to his abdomen, thickening at his groin, where...

      She blinked in shock.

      She might have zero experience in this but even she could tell he was fully erect and hugely so.

      A dull throb set off low within her, becoming altogether heavier and more heated when he pressed another kiss into her neck. And another. And another, drifting lower, down the valley of her breasts and over to capture a nipple in his mouth.

      She couldn’t contain the gasp that flew from her mouth.

      The urge to touch him back grew from nowhere, and she grabbed at the ends of her pillow, clumping them in her fists.

      This was too much. And yet, not enough.

      Lightly, he traced his fingers over her skin, making swirls over her belly, his movement unhurried; lazy. Sensation was everywhere.

      When he trailed a hand down her body and dipped a finger into her most intimate area, she clenched her teeth, still determined not to react. But this...in a place she’d never even touched herself...

      Now he was the one to groan, a deep sound that came from the base of his throat, more like a growl from a wild animal than anything human.

      ‘You really are exquisite.’ He rested the palm of his hand so it covered the heart of her pleasure and slid another finger inside her.

      Her breaths shortened.

      The friction of his palm on her and the wholly unknown sensations being set off by the magic of his fingers...the battle to keep her head was being lost and she held the pillow even more tightly lest she give in and flatten her hands onto his back and feel the skin for herself and see if it felt as smooth beneath her fingertips as it seemed to her eye.

      She would not give in. No matter how desperate a fight it would be.

      But she was helpless to prevent the moan that left her mouth like a whimper.

      ‘Admit that you want me,’ Gabriele said hoarsely into her throat, his breath sending more sensation over her skin. ‘I need to hear it.’

      How could she deny it? Her body betrayed how much she desired him, reacting to his touch as if it were heaven-sent.

      ‘Yes, I want you,’ she whispered fiercely.

      He groaned at her whispered admittance and moved fully between her thighs and took hold of himself, guiding himself to the place he’d just been touching her.

      His erection pressed into her opening and then there was a sharp lance of pain as he drove inside her with one long, determined thrust.

      Elena sucked in air and froze, so stunned at the sudden feel of him inside—fully, massively inside her—that she couldn’t move.

      Gabriele stopped moving too.

      ‘Elena?’

      His eyes, which hadn’t left her face, now reflected stark shock.

      After long moments passed in which nothing more was said but understanding flowed, he lowered himself to rest his weight on her, not enough to crush but enough that his entire upper body rested upon her, the darks hairs on his chest bristling against her breasts, his groin now resting against hers.

      And, God, he was still inside her.

      He was a part of her.

      ‘Put your arms around me,’ he said quietly.

      The shock had gone from his eyes. Now there was something else there, a tenderness that made her lungs close even tighter.

      Her fingers uncurled from the pillow of their own accord. At that moment Elena wasn’t capable of rational thought. She wrapped her arms lightly around his back.

      His skin felt so smooth.

      ‘Breathe,’ he whispered. He placed his forearms either side of her head and captured locks of her hair in his fingers. ‘Breathe.’

      She tried, drawing in choked air.

      ‘Breathe.’

      He moved inside her gently, his eyes holding hers, his hands stroking her hair.

      ‘Move with me,’ he said in that same low tone.

      ‘I...’ She didn’t know how.

      He must have understood.

      A thumb brushed along her cheekbone. ‘Do whatever feels good for you.’

      He moved again, pulling out a little then pushing slowly back. ‘Move with me,’ he urged.

      She raised her thighs a little and immediately the friction deepened.

      His jaw clenched but his eyes were open, feeding her messages that there was nothing to be afraid of. Slowly, very slowly, he increased the movements.

      From all Elena knew of sex, it was something to be hurried, a carnal event for the man to take his pleasure and for the woman to endure.

      She had never known it could be tender.

      She had never imagined Gabriele could be tender. But he was. His only concern was her pleasure and making this as good for her as it could be.

      A swell of something she couldn’t discern grew inside her chest and her fingers dug into the planes on his back, feeling the muscles beneath the smoothness.

      Instinct took over and she found herself moving with him, hesitantly at first but with slow-increasing confidence, meeting his still-restrained thrusts as her body adjusted to these wonderful sensations spreading through her.

      And they were wonderful. Like nothing she could ever have imagined.

      The pulsations that had been building in her core grew stronger. Gabriele rocked gently in her, letting her have control of the tempo and strength. She raised her thighs a touch more, deepening the effect, and pressed herself tightly against him, locking her cheek next to his, feeling his hot breath on her skin.

      And then she was crying out as the swelling exploded within her, rippling through every part of her with a strength that made her cling even tighter to him for support.

      Through the heavenly yet shocking delight of what she was experiencing, Elena heard Gabriele’s breathing deepen.

      He whispered endearments, coaxing her to ride the waves until he let out a ragged groan and gave one last, lengthy thrust.

      And then he collapsed on her.

      With his face in her neck, his hands still running through her hair and the thunder of his heart echoing through her skin, Elena gazed at the ceiling, too shocked at what she had just experienced to think coherently or attempt to wriggle out from beneath him. The weight of his body on her and the heat of his breath in her neck...

      Had that really just happened?

      A strange lethargy crept through her sensitised body and a lump formed in her throat.

      A lifetime of listening to her brothers and their friends discuss women with what amounted to contempt, and witnessing them treat the women in their lives as mere possessions, had convinced her that sex was a tool for men to assert their dominance. She’d assumed the phrase making love was from the realm of movies.

      She hadn’t been prepared for Gabriele to be so tender and gentle with her.

      Even now that it was over, she would have assumed he would roll off her, let out a snore and, job done,

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