Finally, he began to move too, driving forward as she drove back, thrusting deeper, making her take all of him. Her mind drifted, dazed and yearning—the excruciating pleasure drawing tight—his thumb still concentrated on those traitorous nerve-endings.
Sweat slicked her skin, the sounds basic, elemental, animalistic as they both strived to reach that impossible peak. His penis nudged a spot deep inside and she jerked, staggered by the renewed sensation, the new surge of pleasure.
‘There,’ he grunted. ‘That’s it.’
And then he stroked the spot over and over again, pushing her into the maelstrom with those focused, relentless caresses.
She charged over that final edge, crying out as the pleasure cascaded through her like a meteor shower. Shattering her.
Hot seed exploded inside her as her muscles clamped tight, milking him. She collapsed forward and he collapsed on top of her, crushing her into the mattress, her body shuddering with the aftershocks of her climax. She felt the drawing pain as he shifted, the firm weight finally pulling out of her.
Dazed and disorientated by the enormity of what had happened to her body, she found herself being lifted in strong arms.
He carried her into a tiled bathroom, the glint of graphite on the surfaces in the bright light blinding her before the lights dimmed.
Hot jets massaged her body, the scent of juniper and pine drifting around her as slick suds and firm hands soaped overused muscles and tender flesh. She bucked against his hold as he probed gently between her legs, touching, testing.
He swaddled her in a bath sheet, but even the soft towelling felt like too much sensation on her over-sensitised flesh. Carrying her back into the bedroom, he laid her on the bed.
‘Wait here. I’m gonna take a shower and then we need to talk,’ he murmured.
Talk? What was there to talk about?
The thought paralysed her for a moment. She watched him walk back into the bathroom, heat stinging her cheeks as she noticed the livid red marks on his back.
Did I do that?
Light gilded the tanned musculature and the tight orbs of his buttocks as he switched the light back up to glaring in the bathroom and closed the door. Arousal surged back into her too-tender flesh, making her flinch.
Down, girl—you’re in no condition to even consider doing that again any time soon.
She wrapped herself in the towel, heard the water gushing from the power shower. She should get up, get dressed and leave, before he returned from the bathroom—she was too dazed right now to have a coherent conversation.
But her limbs felt heavy and uncoordinated and her mind numb, as the events of the last half hour spun through her brain—the pleasure and the pain, but most of all the brutal intimacy.
Her eyelids sunk to half-mast and her brain turned to mush as she tried to block out the kaleidoscope of images swirling in her head, both magnificent and terrifying.
She’d never realised sex would be so overwhelming, so overpowering, so all-consuming. She hadn’t thought of Nico once, not since Lukas had appeared in his bedroom doorway with that excuse for a towel hooked round his waist.
All she’d been able to think about was feeding the hunger inside her. But that wasn’t all she’d felt—there had been more to it than just the physical, and that was what terrified her most of all.
She was still wrestling with how to deal with that brutal feeling of vulnerability when Lukas reappeared from another door—fully clothed. He glanced her way while fixing cufflinks into a white shirt. Perfectly tailored tuxedo trousers emphasised the power in his long legs, while the bedroom’s dim lighting shone on the thick waves of damp hair and the polished sheen of his loafers.
Bronte pushed herself into a sitting position, struggling to keep the towel covering all the essential bits. The heat stinging her cheeks spread like wildfire to burn her scalp.
One dark eyebrow lifted and a rueful smile tugged at his sensual lips. ‘Still blushing, Bronte?’
She shook her head, not able to speak. He looked so magnificent, and so far out of her league. Had she really made love with this man? Lost her virginity to him? And what had happened to the power she’d revelled in while she was in his arms, because right this second she’d never felt more small or insignificant. Or powerless.
He sat beside her on the edge of the bed and stroked a fingertip over her cheek, before hooking a lock of her hair behind her ear. The light, oddly possessive caress only triggered the terror crushing her chest again and the flush blazed back to life.
He let his hand drop, and she felt a strange sense of loss.
‘I need to go to this dumb event. I’m late already. Does anyone know you’re here?’
‘Only Lisa,’ she said.
That sceptical eyebrow rose again. ‘Is she the one who gave you the access code to my private elevator?’