The Only Woman to Defy Him by Carol Marinelli Page B

somewhere between a cuss and a moan. He swelled further to her palm and dripped to her fingers.
    ‘Oh.’ Alina had no need to ask if that was better, and he watched as greed lit her eyes and he almost came as she licked her lips.
    ‘Can I taste?’
    ‘Later,’ Demyan said. Right now he wouldn’t even make it to her lips let alone her throat, which was how Demyan usually preferred it.
    He took her hand and halted it. ‘I’ll show you how to have a good orgasm if the loser isn’t carrying condoms.’ He gave a wry smile. ‘The loser being me.’
    He pulled her hips so she was over him.
    Demyan loathed a woman on top. Control was the name of the game but he was still in charge here, which made it doable.
    ‘Oh...’ Alina said, as she felt him hard yet soft against her thighs, then she felt Demyan sliding the head of his cock against her panties over and over and even ‘Oh’ was too hard a word to find. Her hips were starting to move on their own, pressing down on the warm head as it butted at her soaked panties. ‘Demyan...’ She choked out his name.
    ‘It’s okay.’ He wanted to press pause, to leave her right where she was, dash to the car, grab his jacket, put on a condom and part her panties.
    ‘Demyan...’ She kept saying his name. If he stopped she would die, if he carried on Alina didn’t know what would happen. Her face felt hot but nowhere near as hot as it felt down below. She put her hand down, felt the wetness of his length and the cold wet silk of her panties. ‘Is that me...?’
    ‘Both...’ He was as breathless as she.
    She loved the sight of him concentrating, and, as she leant forward, she loved the sight of her own breasts near his face. His open mouth could not catch the fruit of her nipple and she deprived him of a taste as she moved to her own pleasure.
    He felt her twitch and Alina felt her throat tighten at the urge to press down, to be filled. Demyan was pulling her hard onto him, digging his hands into her bottom and grinding her on him till Alina tipped fully forward and felt her hot sweaty face in his neck. She let out a low scream and Demyan held on for one reason and one reason only as she pulsed around his length.
    He had to have her.
    Demyan rolled them so she was on her back and took her tongue and suckled, then kissed her hot, tense face till she was calming, and then he told her how it would be.
    ‘I’m going to be your first.’
    Weakly she nodded. Demyan knelt beside her, and reached for a bottle and fed her a drink of water, as if she were some marathon runner grabbing sustenance while still running the race, which she was, because he was already pulling her panties down her thighs.
    ‘As nature intended,’ Demyan said.
    ‘Maybe I should shave?’
    ‘I shave you tonight, if you like,’ Demyan said, except he rapidly reminded himself there wasn’t going to be a tonight, it was just this afternoon.
    ‘I’m working.’
    She gave him an out but Demyan didn’t like that answer. ‘We’ll see.’
    What was he saying?
    He didn’t know and he didn’t care and Alina wasn’t exactly focusing on words. The lovely weight of Demyan was over her, his thigh nudging her legs apart.
    ‘How much will it hurt?’
    ‘How the hell would I know?’
    She didn’t have time to ponder his words. Alina assumed it was a facetious quip.
    It wasn’t.
    Demyan had never bedded a less than knowing woman and had never made love unsheathed.
    Sex, Demyan amended.
    Make love, her heart decided as softly he kissed her mouth.
    She felt his fingers again, heard them because she was soaked, and then she felt the soft batter of his rigid cock as Demyan knocked three delicious times, stretching her a little further with each one, before letting himself in.
    It was the most delicious pain and Alina’s hips rose as he seared inside. It was a pain that hurt less than the knowledge this could be both their first and last time. She moaned into his mouth as the pain did not abate, and he moved