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He pushed her back down into a bent-over position. Her hands went out instinctively, bracing herself on the rail. Swamping pleasure eclipsed his consciousness as he took her with long, pounding strokes.

All sounds blended, creating a roar of lust in his ears: the sounds of Elise’s sexy whimpers and cries as he drove into her, the erotic slap of skin against skin, the blood pounding in his ears, Jax’s snort and whinny of excitement in the distance.

He loosened his hold on her hips sufficiently to let her take part in their frantic mating. She immediately joined the frenzy, bobbing her ass in a smooth, taut roll, absorbing his forceful thrusts with her soft, strong body, taking him for the ride of a lifetime.

Another rush of heat flowed over his cock, her muscles tightening. Her whine segued to a scream. Her vaginal walls convulsed around him. Ah God, she was coming again.

He drove into her and held her ass tightly to him, roaring as pleasure ripped through him, feeling the shudders of Elise’s body quaking into his—both of them shaking and gasping from the same impact, burning in the same fire.

He’d forbidden himself from leaping wholesale into her flame. He knew regret would come.

But the first thought that penetrated his bliss as his climax waned was how right it felt, how inevitable . . .. . . how indescribably sweet.

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PART V: When You Submit

Chapter Nine

When Elise came back to herself, it was to the delicious sensation of Lucien’s chest and abdomen heaving against her back. His head had fallen between her neck and shoulder and she could feel the warm bursts of his breath on her perspiration-damp skin as he tried to catch his breath. She shifted slightly beneath him. His cock twitched inside of her and her eyes flew open.

Lucien was inside of her. He’d long been inside of her in the figurative sense. Now he was in the literal one.

He placed his mouth on her spine at the base of her neck. She shivered with pleasure, instinctively tightening around the novelty of his cock penetrating so deeply inside her. He grunted softly and tightened his hold around her waist.

“What am I going to do with you?” he asked, his low, resonant voice near her damp skin making her shiver. She heard the regret that had started to seep into his tone, and she experienced her own guilt. Why must she be so impatient?

“Are you mad at me?” she asked cautiously.

Somehow, she just knew he would understand she meant, Are you mad at my not telling you I was a technical virgin? As embedded in her as he was, as deeply entwined as she felt with him at that moment, she wondered if misunderstanding was even possible. She’d prayed things would go like the doctor suggested they might, but Lucien wasn’t just any man. Not only was he smart and knowledgeable about women, he wasn’t . . . made like other men in the physical sense. Lucien was fashioned more like a god than a mere human, in her opinion.

“I’m not sure,” he replied gruffly. He pressed his lips against her neck again. How could his warm mouth confer so much delight? “I should be. Why didn’t you tell me that you’d never been with a man?”

“I have been with men. This part”—she squeezed his cock with her vaginal muscles and a puff of air flew past her neck—“was just semantics.”

He grunted. She stifled a protest when he raised himself slightly, missing the solid weight of his chest and his warm breath on her neck.

“It wasn’t semantics. It’s not a ‘sort of’ or ‘maybe’ state of being. You were a virgin in the truest sense of the word.” She cried out when he slowly withdrew and she experienced a sharp burning sensation. He turned her in his arms so quickly, she didn’t have time to hide her wince of discomfort. His expression stiffened. “And here is proof of it. To think of how I—”

He cut off his own words, looking grim as he examined her face.

“Don’t look so somber,” she whispered. “I wanted it, Lucien. I wanted my first time to be with you.”

“I wish you would have told me. Your first time still would have been with me, just not so rough and—” He paused, as if considering what had just occurred. She sensed his regret . . . his heat. “Why did you goad me that way?” he demanded. He closed his eyes briefly when he heard the edge of anger in his voice. “Jesus. I could have made it so much better for you.”

“I thought it was wonderful,” she said sincerely, thinking with awe of what it’d felt like to have him harbored so deep within her, their heartbeats melding. “It wasn’t what I expected at all.”

“I can only imagine,” he said wryly. She hated the flat expression that entered his gray eyes. “We’ll talk about it later. Let’s get you home. You should rest.”

* * *

When they reached the penthouse, Elise headed down the hallway, feeling raw and uncertain. Lucien had been so subdued on the drive home. She kept detailing the memory of her impulsive decision to climb onto Jax’s back, the harrowing ride through the dark woods on the bolting horse’s back, and Lucien’s fury at her for putting her life at risk so foolishly. He’d known perfectly well she’d done it all to get his attention . . . to drive him into doing precisely what he’d done.

Elise couldn’t regret their passionate lovemaking in the stables. It’d been an amazing, eye-opening experience for her. She only regretted pushing Lucien until his control had snapped. She regretted his regret. How long would he be furious at her for what she’d done?

He caught her hand as she started to head into her room. She turned to face him. His features were cast in shadow as he looked down at her.


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