His curiosity had been satisfied.
Her skin was the very definition of silk. Her passion bordered on unbridled. There was that hint of innocence that seemed only to sharpen his arousal, the desire swelling inside him to tutor her to better expend that passion.
But he should stop. He’d had a taste of Amelie Hayford.
He could walk away knowing he’d laid that particular ghost to rest. He’d never intended this to go beyond the need to teach her not to play with fire. But even before they’d moved from the bar to this room, he knew it was beyond that.
His own needs overruled him.
And here, now, with her arms pinned obediently above her head, her lips bruised from his kisses and her sweet pants echoing in the lust-soaked space they inhabited, he could no more walk away than he could stop breathing.
The zipper of her dress was visible now that her arms were up. He caught it between his fingers and dragged it down to her waist.
Her unbound breasts spilled free. A thick groan erupted from his chest as he watched the very epitome of forbidden fruit spilling out in wicked temptation.
One taste.
Then he would end this madness.
He had to.
At the very least to save her from the repercussions should his father find out who he was dallying with. He wasn’t his brother. His father would find a way to make someone pay, and she didn’t deserve that.
Was that his only consideration?
He shook his head, unwilling to examine what else it could be.
But the question pushed back at him.
Was it because deep down he didn’t deserve this? Wasn’t worthy of what he was about to take anyway?
The flow of the air conditioning passed over her, and she shivered. Her nipples puckered and dear God, he wasn’t strong enough to resist.
With his free hand he moulded one breast, his tongue thickening in this mouth as the gorgeous peak hardened further beneath his touch. Unable to resist, he dropped his head and sucked one dark pearl into his mouth. Her taste exploded on his tongue once again, dragging another groan from deep within. Her hitched cry spurred him on and he savoured her again and again until he could barely stand.
He delivered the same treatment to the twin peak, gorging himself until her pleas sounded in his ears, penetrating his drunken senses.
“What is it? Do you want more?”
Her lips parted on a sharp exhale, and her head bobbed up and down. “Please,” she rasped.
He staggered back a step so he could better take her in.
Something shuddered through him, sharp need mingled with awe that stunned his senses.
She was magnificent.
And perhaps, in another life…
No.
This would end. Soon. And it would never be repeated.
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