into her and feel her close around him, but her pleasure was as important for Draco’s satisfaction as his own and he needed to be sure she was ready for him.
Instead he left the moisture from a slow trail of kisses he pressed to her throat and straightened up.
Kneeling there on the big bed, struggling to breathe past the tangled knot of emotion in her chest, she watched as he rid himself of his shirt.
A hot breath snagged in her throat. She wanted him, and how could anything that felt so good be wrong? A hundred examples came to mind and she brushed them all away with fierce determination and caught hold of the unfastened ends of the belt that dangled from his belt loops.
He smiled as she tugged, not resisting the pressure that brought him to the edge of the bed where she knelt. Eve continued to gaze up at him; he was so perfect he made her ache.
Eve stared up at him with a mixture of fascination, awe and hunger. She had never seen anything so beautiful. There was not an ounce of spare flesh to blur the perfect definition of each individual muscle, and with his flat belly and broad powerful chest he made her think of a classical sculpture, but his skin was not stone, it was deep gold.
He slid the belt she had held out of its loops and let it drop to the floor but left his trousers hanging low over his slim hips as he took her wrists.
‘I’m going to undress you now.’
She felt a spasm of uncertainty, but quashed it. This man could have any woman he wanted and he clearly wanted her. She wasn’t even sure he saw her nod.
* * *
She sat there fighting to breathe and trembling as he took hold of the hem of her top and lifted it over her head, letting it fall to the floor. She had nothing but a thin camisole on under it.
‘Look at me, Eve.’
When she didn’t he sank down onto his knees on the bed beside her and, taking her chin in his hand, forced her face up to his. ‘You are beautiful.’
She quivered as his hand cupped one breast, his thumb rubbing across the turgid peak that protruded through the thin fabric. The sensation, along with the expression in his eyes, blasted all her uncertainties away.
She responded to the pressure of his hand on her breastbone and fell back on the pile of pillows. With an impatient grunt he pulled them out from under her head until she lay flat with him over her. They kissed, deep, soul-piercing kisses that left her aching and wanting more, so much more.
‘You shall have it. You shall have everything,
cara
,’ he promised thickly. ‘First we do not need these.’
She lay there as he skilfully removed the rest of her clothing, exposing her to his hungry, burning gaze, and wondered if she had spoken out loud or had he read her mind again?
Very soon it no longer seemed to matter. But as they kissed and he caressed her until every cell in her body was on fire Eve learnt there were benefits to having a man who knew what you wanted before you did!
When she had reached a point where she was one ache, he levered himself up into a kneeling position and slid down the zip on his trousers, holding her eyes and only breaking contact to slide them down his long legs, his boxers swiftly following.
‘Oh, mercy!’
He laughed and touched the corner of her mouth with his thumb, then met her lips with his, drinking in her sweet flavour, savouring the taste, the erotic movement of her tongue against his.
‘I want to taste all of you.’
His voice was like smoke as it clung; it seeped into every corner of her. Above it was the thunderous clamour of her heart.
‘Relax, enjoy it,
cara
,’ he whispered in her ear.
The intimacy of his touch, the audacious and shockingly effective caresses of his mouth and tongue should have shocked her virginal sensibilities, but Eve felt only pleasure as she moved against his hand and his mouth, letting him drive her to the edge again and again.
As her hand closed around the hard, silky thickness of his shaft he gasped and groaned. ‘I have to
Instead he left the moisture from a slow trail of kisses he pressed to her throat and straightened up.
Kneeling there on the big bed, struggling to breathe past the tangled knot of emotion in her chest, she watched as he rid himself of his shirt.
A hot breath snagged in her throat. She wanted him, and how could anything that felt so good be wrong? A hundred examples came to mind and she brushed them all away with fierce determination and caught hold of the unfastened ends of the belt that dangled from his belt loops.
He smiled as she tugged, not resisting the pressure that brought him to the edge of the bed where she knelt. Eve continued to gaze up at him; he was so perfect he made her ache.
Eve stared up at him with a mixture of fascination, awe and hunger. She had never seen anything so beautiful. There was not an ounce of spare flesh to blur the perfect definition of each individual muscle, and with his flat belly and broad powerful chest he made her think of a classical sculpture, but his skin was not stone, it was deep gold.
He slid the belt she had held out of its loops and let it drop to the floor but left his trousers hanging low over his slim hips as he took her wrists.
‘I’m going to undress you now.’
She felt a spasm of uncertainty, but quashed it. This man could have any woman he wanted and he clearly wanted her. She wasn’t even sure he saw her nod.
* * *
She sat there fighting to breathe and trembling as he took hold of the hem of her top and lifted it over her head, letting it fall to the floor. She had nothing but a thin camisole on under it.
‘Look at me, Eve.’
When she didn’t he sank down onto his knees on the bed beside her and, taking her chin in his hand, forced her face up to his. ‘You are beautiful.’
She quivered as his hand cupped one breast, his thumb rubbing across the turgid peak that protruded through the thin fabric. The sensation, along with the expression in his eyes, blasted all her uncertainties away.
She responded to the pressure of his hand on her breastbone and fell back on the pile of pillows. With an impatient grunt he pulled them out from under her head until she lay flat with him over her. They kissed, deep, soul-piercing kisses that left her aching and wanting more, so much more.
‘You shall have it. You shall have everything,
cara
,’ he promised thickly. ‘First we do not need these.’
She lay there as he skilfully removed the rest of her clothing, exposing her to his hungry, burning gaze, and wondered if she had spoken out loud or had he read her mind again?
Very soon it no longer seemed to matter. But as they kissed and he caressed her until every cell in her body was on fire Eve learnt there were benefits to having a man who knew what you wanted before you did!
When she had reached a point where she was one ache, he levered himself up into a kneeling position and slid down the zip on his trousers, holding her eyes and only breaking contact to slide them down his long legs, his boxers swiftly following.
‘Oh, mercy!’
He laughed and touched the corner of her mouth with his thumb, then met her lips with his, drinking in her sweet flavour, savouring the taste, the erotic movement of her tongue against his.
‘I want to taste all of you.’
His voice was like smoke as it clung; it seeped into every corner of her. Above it was the thunderous clamour of her heart.
‘Relax, enjoy it,
cara
,’ he whispered in her ear.
The intimacy of his touch, the audacious and shockingly effective caresses of his mouth and tongue should have shocked her virginal sensibilities, but Eve felt only pleasure as she moved against his hand and his mouth, letting him drive her to the edge again and again.
As her hand closed around the hard, silky thickness of his shaft he gasped and groaned. ‘I have to
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