His chest vibrated with the moan coming from deep in his throat. His lips lifted from her nipple and his voice rasped against the soft mound of her skin, "You're beautiful, Elaina. God, you're so beautiful."
She answered him, her heart constricting from the tenderness of his tone, "You're the beautiful one."
He lifted up at her words and stared at her, his gaze fixed on her. He peered at her intently, and she felt like he was trying to see into her soul.
She didn't have anything to hide from him. She reiterated her words, "I think you're beautiful--I thought you were beautiful the first time I saw you," she whispered.
"Why, baby? Why'd you keep me in the dark?"
She stared with longing at him, her heart in her eyes, "I just knew--I could tell--I wasn't ready and I knew I wouldn't be able to say no to you."
He visibly swallowed. "Are you ready now?"
A soft, pink flush covered her face. "Yes."
"Thank God."
He reached down, smoothed his rough hands over her sides until they landed on her hips. He divested her of her panties and tossed them aside.
His gaze roved down her naked body and a harsh look of satisfaction crossed his features. He lowered himself back down beside her, and began the slow process of her seduction all over again.
He kissed her slowly, his tongue swirling with hers as her hands clenched his biceps. He rolled her nipple between his finger and thumb, and she began mewling softly into his mouth. He ran his hand up and down her thigh and lifted it over his hip, opening her softness to him. His finger slid between the soft folds at the center of her feminine core, and landed on her slick, wet clit. She jerked against him, moaning.
He rubbed against her, his finger going up and down between her clit and the soft opening of her vagina.
She was wet.
He thought she was wet and excited enough.
He slowly penetrated her with his finger up to his first knuckle. She was small and her inner muscles clenched him tightly. He felt the restriction of her hymen, and a fierce, territorial satisfaction hammered at his guts.
Yeah, that was what he wanted from her. That was the beginning of what he wanted from her.
He carefully manipulated his finger while she moaned and shivered around him. Her chin butted against his cheek in agitation, and he sank his tongue in her mouth and began kissing her as he tested the strength of her virginity.
Sweat broke out on his brow when she whimpered in pain.
Son of a bitch.
This was going to hurt her. Goddamnit! He really, truly, did not want to hurt her.
He carefully removed his finger and slid it over her clit again. She began mewling in need and panting against him.
With a vague idea of getting her so hot she might not feel the pain, he spread her legs wide and dropped down between them.
Shock hit Elaina when Raul lifted her thighs over his shoulders and pushed his head between her legs. "Raul--"
"Shh, be still, it'll be okay."
Her shaking fingers sank in his hair as he spread her folds open and looked up at her, his face a contrast of emotions. She saw need, worry, and arousal as he looked at her, his finger falling on the bud above her sex again.
Pleasure pierced her and embarrassment fled completely as she watched him begin swiping her with his tongue, all the while manipulating her clit until she began feeling great waves wrapping around her spine, flowing from her breasts down to pulsating need beating through her feminine core.
Her breath came quicker and mingled with the rough growling noises coming from his throat as he moved his tongue on her.
His dark, velvet brown eyes tangled with hers from his position between her thighs, and she knew the look on his face was going to push her over the edge.
He came to his knees between her thighs, picked up the condom and began ripping the small package apart.
He rolled it down his length and came back down on top of her, his mouth landing on hers and his finger pushing against the pearl above her sex, wanting her as hot as she had been ten seconds before.
He didn't have to wait that long.
His finger on her clit and his tongue in her mouth was enough to do it.
She became frantic in his arms, and he knew she was about to detonate. His abs clenching in vicious need, the muscles in his neck cording, he pushed himself between her thighs, pressing her knees apart and hooking her legs up and around his waist. He lunged into her, taking her virginity with one smooth, hard thrust of his hips, pushing himself into her until he didn't know where he stopped and she began.
The blood pounding through his veins in a deep primal rhythm, he felt her take a shuddering breath and gave her to the count of three heartbeats to absorb the fullness of his intrusion. Then her muscles began contracting around him and he felt the shimmer began to take her. He began stroking her, pushing his hips in and out, stroking her in time with the pulsing contractions of her inner muscles.
His lips landed on hers again, his hips pumping into her, and he felt it the second the orgasm took her body. She screamed against him, the sound muffled by his tongue and mouth over hers. She shimmered in his arms, and he pummeled into her, his erection engorging with the last influx of blood, his ejaculation strong as he erupted inside of her, following her over a precipice of pleasure so intense, he didn't know how he'd managed to live this long without it.
Elaina came back to herself, the glaring light from the lamp not allowing her to hide from anything.
Raul lay on top of her, still deeply imbedded in her, the only things keeping him from crushing her were his elbow and forearm holding him apart from her, just enough so she could draw breath.
Her mind screamed from stunned shock at the way it had been between them.
Was this normal? Was sex always like this? Surely not. She bit her lip as her heart rate slowly receded. She expelled a shallow, shaky sigh.
His voice rumbled from the pillow above her head, "Did I hurt you?"
Surprisingly, no. "No." It was all she could manage.
That one fast climax against the barn earlier in the evening hadn't prepared her for the complete and total intimacy of sex. Sex with Raul Vega.
Christ.
He was right. She never had a fighting chance. Had she ever stood a chance against him?
A barrage of images inundated her brain. The first time she met him when his rough palm held her hand for as long as he reasonably could. The day at the feed store when his anger and jealousy were already apparent. His temper when she had run out of gas. The first time he kissed her in the study. Tonight, with his head between her legs.
Suddenly, it was all too much for her to handle.
"I want to go home."
CHAPTER TEN
Raul's big body jerked over her, and he surged to new life inside of her. "No."
Elaina whimpered and pushed her hands against his shoulders. "I can't breathe."
"You can breathe just fine," he grunted over her, his hands lifting her face up to his and his eyes devouring hers, trying to see inside of her.
She closed her eyes against him and he growled low in his throat at the small defiance. When he spoke, there was a silken thread of warning in his tone, "Open your eyes, Elaina."
He hung in suspended animation above her, waiting for her compliance. She held her eyelids closed a few pulsing moments, long enough to let him know she only opened them because she wanted to.
The beautiful brown orbs glistened up at him, fury and determination coming from their depths. She spoke through gritted teeth. "You're not being fair. I need a moment, Raul. Is that too damn much to ask for?" She pushed against him, hard. "Get off me!"
Her fury sparked an answering emotion in him, and he jerked away from her, forgetting all about being careful.
Her body didn't release him easily. He was fully aroused again, and the friction against her delicate inner skin resulted in pain that made her flinch as tears flooded her eyes.
"Shit! I'm sorry," he bit out as he rolled away from her.
She caught her breath and pushed herself up into a sitting position with her back against the headboard.
He rolled to his back, dragging oxygen in and out of his lungs, physically trying to subdue the violent urge to grab her again. He clenched his jaw in suppressed need and silently watched her. He saw her gaze slide down his body and she stiffened visibly at what she found. His eyes followed hers to his erection, and he knew that what she was seeing was threatening to her. She'd been a virgin until only minutes before, and now she was experiencing sex in the stark aftermath. His cock was no doubt intimidating to her, and the soiled condom and blood weren't things from a fairytale.
It wasn't something he was used to seeing, in fact couldn't ever remember seeing blood of any kind on his cock. Knowing it was her blood, her virgin's blood, gave him a swift kick in the ass and the realization that no matter what kind of shit he was going through, she was feeling more.
He rolled to his feet and walked to the bathroom and quickly cleaned himself. It did little to relieve the heat in his groin. He retrieved a warm, wet cloth and brought it back to her.
She was watching him walk back toward the bed, her eyes skipping down to his full blown hard-on, like he was a snake about to strike. She clutched the covers to her chest.
If he hadn't felt like a piece of shit before, the look on her face cinched it for him. He couldn't do anything about his unruly cock, but he bent down and pulled on his boxer briefs.
He saw a slight flare of relief in her eyes from the underwear he pulled over his hips, and he sat on the side of the bed facing her.