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“I won’t take you, Mairi,” he whispered against her skin as his hand began to move again on her breast, kneading softly, gently, then firmly.
His fingers found her nipple.
Mairi stilled.
He, too, stopped, waiting tensely for Mairi to say just one word – to do anything that would let him know she was unwilling. And he would stop. It didn’t matter if he wanted her like hell, that there were some days Drake was no longer sure if he only wanted her because Mairi reminded him so much of Yanna. Some days, Drake felt like he wanted Mairi because he wanted Mairi.
And then he felt it—-
Her hands moving, curling around his shoulders.
It was Mairi saying yes.
Drake did not give either of them a chance to think after that. He kissed her, kissed her hard this time, willing her to forget about the man who had hurt her so horribly. As he kissed his way down her body he took care of her clothes, inhaling sharply with every inch of bare skin he exposed. She had a very beautiful body, with such generous curves and gorgeous breasts that he wanted to feast on.
Unable to help it, he lowered his head and sucked on her nipple.
Drake’s mouth covering her nipple had Mairi gasping, and she clutched his shoulders harder, her nails digging into his skin. The pleasure was different from what she had experienced in Damen’s arms, the way Drake kissed and loved her nipple different from Damen’s -—everything was different, but she pushed the thoughts away because there was no point in making the comparison.
She forced herself to focus only in the pleasure of Drake’s touch, whimpering when his head moved to her other breast and he started sucking again while his hand played with her other breast.
Mairi drew her breath sharply when Drake moved down and got rid of her sweat pants, throwing them to the floor. Her body arched when he touched her core. Instinctively, she caught his hand. “Drake—-” Suddenly, she wasn’t sure. His touch was beautiful. He made her feel hot, made her feel good in a way that she had not felt good since forever, but somehow—-
Drake looked up, their gazes clashing. He said in a hard voice, “You want this, Mairi.” And without releasing her eyes, he gently took hold of her wrist and pulled her hand away. Her arm fell limply against her side.
And then he was touching her again, tracing her folds over her silk panties, gently, slowly, and all the while never letting go of her gaze.
She wanted to look away but she didn’t. If she did, it was like letting Damen Leventis win, letting him own her forever. And what was the point of that when he only thought of her as trash?
Mairi bit her lip, her body shaking as Drake slowly disposed of her panties as well. Now she was completely naked, bared to his gaze while he remained fully clothed. Her teeth sank harder into her lower lip when he touched her flesh again. It only took a few strokes before she was wet, and Drake’s groan of realization made her whimper.
Everything was blurry now, passion making her feel faint-headed. In her mind, it was Damen touching her, and Mairi’s legs fell wide open as Drake sank one, two, oh God, three fingers inside her. Her head tossed against the pillows. “Please,” she begged.
Drake moved his fingers faster and her body jerked, her hips moving to meet his thrusts.
Another finger was pushed in and Mairi moaned, feeling so wonderfully filled.
“Mairi.”
The fingers had stopped moving.
She slowly opened her eyes.
And she remembered that it was not Damen Leventis with his fingers inside her.
It was Drake Morrison.
“Say my name, Mairi. Say you want me to make you come.”
Another tear fell.
He was sodamngood. He knew – somehow he knew that she had been fooling herself into thinking it was Damen making love to her, her silly mind wanting to prevent her from committing an act of betrayal.
Drake began to move his fingers again, his face tense with the effort it took to hold his own passion back. Harder and harder, he thrust his fingers into her, knowing that each thrust would make Mairi’s body want him more even if her heart and mind still struggled.
“Say it, Mairi,” he growled. “Say it—-” He withdrew his fingers completely.
The emptiness was painful, reminding her of the days and nights she had solely existed in the darkness, lost and diminished by Damen’s betrayal.