Rumours: The One-Night Heirs: The Innocent's Secret Baby (Billionaires & One-Night Heirs) / Bound by the Sultan's Baby (Billionaires & One-Night Heirs) / Sicilian's Baby of Shame (Billionaires & One-Night Heirs). Carol Marinelli

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       CHAPTER NINE

      THROUGH THE ENTRANCE and into an internal elevator they went, but Lydia prayed there would be no fire in the night, for she did not take in her surroundings at all—their kisses were frantic and urgent now.

      His body was hard against hers, and his hands were a little rough as Raul fought with himself not to hitch up her dress.

      The jolt of the old elevator was barely noted—there was just relief that they could get out.

      They almost ran.

      Raul took her hand and led her with haste through a long corridor lined with ancient mirrors and lit with white pillar candles.

      And at the end, as if she were looking through a keyhole, there was the reward of open wooden doors that revealed a vast bed.

      She would wake up soon, Lydia was sure.

      She would wake up from this sensual dream.

      Yet she did not.

      There were colours that rained on the walls and the bed, yet she was too into Raul to look for their source.

      And was she scared?

      No.

      Shy?

      Not a bit.

      Raul stripped, and then no words were needed, no instruction required, as naked, erect, he dealt with her dress.

      Lydia held up her hair as he unzipped her.

      She shook as he removed the dress, then her bra.

      And she moaned as he knelt to remove first her shoes and then the final garment between them.

      Raul slid the silk down and probed her with his tongue. Lydia stood and knotted her fingers in his hair, and as Raul gently eased in two fingers, though it hurt, it was bliss.

      She parted her legs as he licked and stretched her, and ensured she was oiled at the same time.

      He turned away from her then, reaching for the bedside table.

      ‘You’re on the Pill?’

      Lydia nodded, a touch frantic. She wanted no pause for she needed him inside her.

      Lydia had the rest of her life to be sensible and behave.

      Just this night.

      He took her to his bed and they knelt upon it, kissing and caressing each other. Gliding their hands over each other’s body. His muscled and taut…hers softer. They recreated the scene from earlier, at the glassblower’s, because it had felt at the time as if they were watching themselves.

      ‘Since we met…’ Raul said, and kissed her arched neck.

      And her breasts ached for him, but not as much as between her legs.

      His erection was pressed against her stomach, nudging, promising, and he wanted to take her kneeling but was aware that it was her first time, and he had felt how tight she was with his fingers.

      Raul tried to kiss her into lying down so that he could take things slowly.

      She resisted.

      And he was glad that she did.

      He raised her higher, hooked her leg around him and held himself. And she rested her arms over his shoulders and then lowered herself.

      A little.

      It hurt, but it was the best hurt.

      Raul’s eyes were open, and they were both barely breathing, just focused on the bliss they felt.

      ‘Since we met…’ he said again, and his voice was low, rich and smoky.

      And she lowered herself a little more, and he felt her, tight and hot.

      She wanted him so badly but could not see that last bit through. ‘Raul…’

      There was a plea in her voice again, and he heeded it and took control and thrust hard.

      Lydia sobbed as he seared into her. Everything went black, and not just because she’d screwed her eyes closed. She thought she might faint, but he took her hips and held her still and waited as best he could for her to open her eyes.

      They opened, and she thought she would never get used to it—ever—but then her breathing evened. And when she opened her eyes again, as she had on the canal, this time they met his.

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