Page 143 of The Tycoon's Affair: Tempted By Desire

‘No.’She stopped, and then admitted sheepishly, ‘Maybe, in a way...’

Arkim looked ready to bolt, but Sylvie put a hand on his arm. He stopped, his face etched with injured pride.

‘Not like that.’ Her mouth twitched slightly. ‘Believe me, you don’t inspirepityin people, Arkim—anything but. I wanted to sleep with you because you truly are the first person who has connected with me on that level... From the moment I saw you, I wanted you. Even when you looked at me with disdain it made me want to make you notice me.’

‘I noticed you...’ His tone was wry.

Sylvie’s cheeks grew hot as she remembered that first time they’d met. The erroneous impression she’d made.

She let his arm go and shrugged lightly, avoided his eye. ‘I thought that I could somehow gift you something...pure. The purest thing I have to give. To show you that not everything is tainted.’ She looked at him again. ‘You are nothing like your father. And I am nothing like your mother. This isnotthe same. You are considerate...you stopped when you knew I was in pain. It sounds like your father wasn’t even aware of that.’

Something in the air between them changed...sizzled. The tension shifted to one full of awareness. Wanting.

Arkim lifted a hand and cupped Sylvie’s jaw. ‘What do you say we start again?’

Her breath hitched. Start again...? As in from the beginning or just from tonight? But she was too afraid to ask it out loud, to break this fragile spell. She’d bared herself completely to him and he was still here. Still wanted her.

‘Yes...’ she breathed.

Arkim moved closer and Sylvie’s skin tingled all over. Her breasts, still sensitive, peaked to hard points.

‘And, for the record, I don’t reject you... I absolutely accept you.’ His voice became fervent. ‘You aremine, Sylvie. No one else’s on this earth.’ Something dark crossed his face. ‘If I was a better man I’d let you go, but I’m too selfish to let anyone else have you.’

And then he kissed her, before she could say a word, and there was nowhere left to run or hide.

The fire swept up around them faster than before, and then he was carrying Sylvie over to the bed, putting her down and sweeping her clothes and bag away with one hand.

He took off his clothes and her hungry gaze roved over him, as if it was her first time seeing him. His erection strained from his body, thick and long. She felt a glimmer of fear, remembering the pain.

But as if reading her mind Arkim came down over her and said, ‘I’ll make it good...don’t worry. It won’t hurt again.’

She looked at him and felt her heart turn over. The thought of this man not taking the opportunity to hurt her...she’d never expected it. She couldn’t speak. So she just nodded.

He carefully opened her robe and peeled it off her, laying her bare. And then he came alongside her on the bed and proceeded to do everything he’d done before, and more, until Sylvie was writhing, begging... Her sex was hot and damp, aching to feel him again, pain be damned.

‘Touch me first,’ he said hoarsely, poised above her, his powerful body between her legs.

Sylvie was nearly incoherent, her vision blurry. She looked down to see Arkim’s sheathed erection and put a hand down to encircle him. She lamented the protection—she wanted to feel him skin to skin—but even like this...it was awe-inspiring.Hewas awe-inspiring.

She squeezed him gently, moved her hand up and down experimentally, and then she looked at him and saw the huge strain on his face. He was holding back, going slowly for her. Letting her get used to him.

Tenderness welled inside her. She took her hand from him and then placed both her hands on his hips, drawing her legs up in an instinctive feminine move as old as time.

‘Now, Arkim—I need you now.’

She saw him struggle, and then give in. His body fused with hers and inch by inch he slowly sank into her. To the point of resistance.

‘Sweetheart, relax...let me in.’

The endearment made something melt inside Sylvie and she could feel all the muscles that were clamping so hard against him relax.

Arkim slid a little deeper. She felt so full...almost uncomfortable. But also...amazing. Arkim kept going until Sylvie could barely breathe and his hips touched hers. She felt impaled...butwhole. It was such a new and alien sensation. And then he started to pull out, beginning a dance of movement between their bodies that Sylvie had never known existed. Just when she thought he was withdrawing from her completely he’d thrust back in, and each time it felt a little more imperative that he did so.

Her legs were wrapped around his waist and her hands were on his buttocks now, silently commanding his movements to be stronger, more forceful.

Arkim huffed out laboured-sounding words. ‘Should have known you’d be a fast learner...’

Sylvie smiled up at him—but then her smile got stuck as Arkim touched something deep inside her that sent shockwaves and thrills through her. His movements became faster, wilder, as if he couldn’t control them any more, and the delicious tension Sylvie had felt before coiled tight within her again, and tighter. Until she begged for release.