Sharon Kendrick Collection. Sharon Kendrick

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       CHAPTER EIGHT

      ‘DON’T stop,’ begged Romy, not caring how desperate she sounded. Because if he stopped now she would die. ‘Please don’t stop, Dominic.’

      She could see the indecision which darkened his features, and her body clenched with fear.

      But the movement seemed to excite him, for he closed his eyes briefly, as if in despair, before beginning to move again. This time he broke through the barrier, and as he saw the tears which slid down from beneath her tightly closed eyes he could have cursed himself.

      ‘Did I hurt you?’ he whispered.

      ‘Only a little.’ And oh, if that was pain then she wanted a lifetime of it.

      He stared down at her as he moved. Romy was a virgin! Dominic shook his head again in disbelief. And that was his last coherent thought as he began to employ every bit of skill and finesse he had ever learned.

      He had never slept with a virgin before, but he knew that it was notoriously difficult for a woman to achieve orgasm during her first experience of sexual intercourse.

      Never had it been so important to please a woman, and never had it been more difficult.

      Dominic couldn’t ever remember struggling to hold back like this before—not even on his own very first encounter.

      Emotionally, he felt as out of his depth as a sixteen-year-old, yet physically he was determined to make this the most fabulous experience of her life.

      He watched as her body relaxed and accommodated his. He observed with fascination and absorption the physical signs of her flowering, seeing the delicious flush of rose-pink as it transformed the creamy lushness of her skin.

      He moved slowly, revelling in each deep, agonisingly blissful thrust for immeasurable moments, until at last he sensed that she was on the very brink.

      And then, only then, did he allow himself to become engulfed in the pleasure too, so that loss of control had never been quite so sweet or quite so poignant.

      His last thought was that he had not given even a second of consideration to the question of contraception. But somehow he didn’t care, and even if he did it was now too late, and they both fell over the top, their cries the only sound echoing around the vast room.

      Romy found herself completely engulfed in the aftermath. She was filled with the most delicious glow. Swamped by it.

      She tightened her arms around Dominic’s bare back as it rose and fell with the effort of dragging air back into his lungs. She felt the gradual slowing of his heart and the infinitely pleasurable sensation of his spasms as they stilled deep inside her.

      But then he levered himself up onto his elbows, his face dark with some unnamed emotion as he withdrew from her.

      A stranger.

      Romy shivered as the afterglow began to wear away. She became aware that she was lying almost naked on the sofa—still wearing her shoes and stockings, with her legs sprawled out all over the place.

      He reached out an arm and retrieved his dress shirt, tossed it to her and said harshly, ‘Put this on.’

      Shakily, she complied, her heart sinking as he got to his feet and pulled on his trousers, then moved to the fireplace where he stood, his face taking on the unmoving expression of a statue. Only his eyes glittered with life.

      ‘How?’ he said simply.

      Romy shook her head. ‘Does it matter?’

      He clenched his fists involuntarily by his sides. ‘Of course it matters!’ he ground out ‘Or did you imagine that I would simply overlook the fact that I was the first man for you?’ He forced himself to extinguish the possessive thrill that just saying those words gave him. ‘Even though you were married for over three years!’

      Romy bit her lip in confusion. Her dilemma lay in whether to honour the living—or the dead.

      Dominic stared at her. ‘How?’ he asked again.

      Telling him was no guarantee of happiness, and Romy had been hurt too badly to risk it. ‘I’m sure you have ideas of your own, Dominic,’ she answered flippantly.

      Black, warring thoughts crowded his mind.

      Nameless fears which begged to be recognised. ‘Oh, sure,’ he answered coldly. ‘No shortage of those.’

      ‘Oh?’

      Oh, the way she lay there, he thought, suppressing a groan. So beautiful and so damned erotic, the half-buttoned dress shirt giving him the occasional provocative glimpse of her silken stockings with those tantalising strips of bare flesh above. ‘Was that why Mark excluded you from his inheritance?’ he demanded.

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