The hiss that heated her cleavage was followed by another savage curse. He dragged his head upward. ‘You mean to torment me, don’t you?’ he rasped thickly.
Slightly shocked by the allegation, she blurted, ‘I’m only touching you. You want me to stop?’
His laugh was darkly amused. ‘Not even on pain of death would I wish that.’
Stepping back, he yanked his shirt over his head. The chest she’d glimpsed from across the dressing room was now within reach. Rebel’s ability to breathe became severely compromised as she glided her hand over his pectoral muscles. As she felt them quiver lightly under her touch a bold, feminine power filled her. She explored south, hesitated, then went lower and grasped him.
Her mouth parted on a silent gasp as the full thickness of him registered.
‘Arabella.’
She heard her name from afar, her senses completely overcome by the power and heat of him.
‘Arabella.’ His voice was more strained, almost guttural as he captured her hand in his.
A sound erupted from her throat that sounded very much like a whimper. ‘Draco...’
He spun her round and trapped her with one hand on her abdomen. The other slowly gathered up her gown, the slide of hot silk against her skin delicious, decadent torture. ‘Play with me all you want later. But I need to take you...be inside you, right now, before I lose my head.’
She shuddered at the inflamed words. Then shuddered some more, when his clever fingers brushed her naked hip and skated along the edge of her panties. Her legs sagged and parted, the hunger between her thighs desperate for satiation.
A cry ripped from her throat when his fingers finally found her. Pulling aside the wet lace, he caressed her, muttering earthy words that drew her deeper into a sensual stupor.
He toyed with for her several minutes, then one finger slipped inside her, testing her, tormenting her. ‘So wet, glikia mou. And mine,’ he growled.
The hand on her belly tugged open her belt before reaching up to tackle the neck fastening. When it came open, Draco pulled away and spun her around. Rebel gasped at the sheer magnificence of the passion stamped across his face.
Keeping his gaze locked on hers, he pulled the dress off her shoulders. It pooled at her feet, leaving her exposed in her strapless bra and panties. Still trapping her gaze, he reached round and unclipped her bra.
Cool air hit her breasts, puckering the tight tips to harder points. Rebel wanted to cover herself, gain back a little of the control that had long fled.
At the same time she wanted Draco to look at her, drown in her as she was drowning in him. So she kept her hands down.
His eyes dropped. He made a sound that could’ve been her name or a curse. She didn’t care because he reached out and touched her. Specifically her panties, which were torn from her body between one breath and the next. Then the world blurred as he lifted her and tossed her on the bed. The primitiveness behind the act had her shuddering wildly. She was struggling for breath when he fully undressed and prowled closer.
Anxieties she’d pushed to the back of her mind flooded forth. She’d never viewed her virginity with the sacred awe some women did, but Rebel couldn’t dismiss the profundity that gripped her as she stared at the magnificent man who would be her first lover. Nor could she ignore the physical evidence of his manhood.
He was impressive. Almost a little too impressive. Apprehension clawed higher. She bit her lip to keep it down as he reached into the bedside drawer and extracted a condom.
Stretching out beside her, he glided his hand from her neck to her midriff. She arched into his touch, forcing her mind away from the power between his legs.
‘I didn’t desire smart talk, but I admit to being disconcerted by your complete silence.’
She bit her lip harder. ‘Hmm.’
He raised his head. ‘Was that English?’
Her breath burst from her lungs. ‘Draco...please?’
‘Begging, Arabella?’ His head dipped, and his mouth grazed one nipple. He rotated the bud between his lips before flicking his tongue against it. ‘Whatever next?’
When she didn’t answer, he raised his head.
She blew out a shaky breath. ‘Okay...fine... I’m worried. You’re big...I think?’
‘You think? I guess there’s only one way to find out.’
She gasped as he performed the same decadent torture on her twin nipple. Unable to stand it any longer, she tugged her fingers through his hair. He continued to suckle on her even as she faintly registered the rip of foil.
Pressing her back against the bed, he levered himself over her and took her mouth with his. The thrust of his tongue was a precursor to the thick head that breached her core. She gripped his neck as he probed deeper, then withdrew. Strong arms stretched her legs wider and Draco raised his head.