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‘You make me feel beautiful,’ she whispered as his lips moved over her skin, from her jaw to her throat Her hands bunched on his ar over his taut biceps ‘You make me feel desired’

‘You are desired,’ Cristiano said, his voice a husky growl, his lips brushing her heated, over-sensitised skin ‘I promise you that’

Laurel let out another shuddering sigh as Cristiano’s mouth moved lower He slipped his hands under the silky T-shirt she’d slept in, and when his palms cupped her breasts she ood? So wonderfully right? But it did It did… And yet the aching restlessness surging through her body and settling between her thighs h

She wanted it all

Cristiano slid her T-shirt higher and then hisher in a way she’d never been touched before Laurel arced off the bed, her hands clutching his head, anchoring hi more

‘Cristiano…’ She gasped out his na her navel, thenthe tender skin of her belly He was going to touch her—kiss her—there It see and vulnerable Laurel’s whole body tensed as taut as a boaiting, straining…

And then Cristiano hesitated, his lips pressed to her stomach, just below her belly button ‘Are you sure about this…?’ he began, and Laurel let out a ragged laugh

‘Yes’

‘You’ve just been through an ordeal…’

Now he ? ‘Don’t you dare develop a conscience now,’ she said, her voice coed pants ‘Don’t you dare’

He laughed softly ‘Very well I won’t’ And then hisexactly what to do, how to send lightning streaks of pleasure ripping jaggedly through her, and Laurel let out a sound she’d never made before—half-screa into crystalline fragh her She let out another shattering sob, and then Cristiano was on top of her, a heavy yet coht that she welco inside her, the sensation both so unexpected and wonderfully right

She felt a twinge of pain, a chafing sensation as he moved within her, and Cristiano paused Cursed That, Laurel suspected hazily, wasn’t supposed to happen

‘You can’t be…’ he breathed, his body poised over hers, the muscles in his arms corded, a sheen of sweat on his brow

She tilted her face up to his, her body pulsing with need, pulsing around hi made her arch her hips as she tried to draw hi she couldn’t even articulate but knew she needed ‘I can’t be what?’

Cristiano’s face was contorted, his teeth gritted with the effort of holding back ‘Vergine,’ he bit out ‘Tell me you’re not’

She didn’t know much Italian, but that as pretty self-explanatory For a second Laurel thought about lying Cristiano hardly seemed like a man with many arrows on hisvirgins Yet, when it came down to it, she didn’t think she could lie And in any case she didn’t think such a lie would be believable Her body told its own truth

‘Does it matter?’ Laurel asked softly, because to her it didn’t She’d needed this Asked for it Deuished? This had been her choice, not his ‘Reasped out

‘I rerim, and Laurel faltered He was inside her, for heaven’s sake Was he really going to stop now? It was a little late for regrets

‘Cristiano…’ She put her ar her pal as, his jaw still clenched, he slid deeper inside, filling her up And then, with a groan, he started to move