ran her fingers through his hair, as she had longed to do often over the past few weeks. It felt like warm silk against her skin and when she explored the sculpted shape of his face the rough stubble on his jaw scraped her palm. Cortez lifted his head and stared down at her, the flecks in his dark eyes gleaming pure gold before he claimed her mouth in a kiss that plundered her soul.
* * *
Could he believe Elin? Cortez asked himself. Or was her admission that she’d tried to leave him because of the way he made her feel a lie to persuade him not to seek custody of their son? She had told him she would do anything to keep her baby, and perhaps this was all a lie—the soft gasps she gave when he twisted his fingers inside her, and the way she arched her slender body beneath him when he tasted her cherry-red nipples. But he found that he didn’t care. All he cared about was that Elin was beneath him, and he pressed himself into the sweet contours of her body so that her breasts were crushed against his chest and her smooth thighs offered a tempting haven for his painfully hard erection.
But he forced himself to wait and ignore his primal instinct to drive his shaft deep inside her. He could not forget that if he hadn’t happened to go into his study earlier, she might be carrying Harry onto a plane bound for England now. She’d said she had changed her mind and had been about to return to the house, but he did not know if he believed her and he was even less sure that he could trust her.
He’d played on Elin’s fear that he might seek legal custody of Harry and told her she would have to convince him to marry her. But in truth he would never try to separate mother and child, and he needed to persuade her that marriage was not only in their son’s best interest, but it would be good for her too.
She was not interested in his money. Dios, she had turned down thirty-five million pounds without hesitation. No, his trump card was Elin’s obvious desire for him, Cortez brooded. Sexual chemistry had simmered between them since he had brought her to La Casa Jazmín, and he could see a double advantage to seducing her with sex. He would use every skill he possessed as a lover to bind her to him so that she would never want to leave and take their son, and at the same time he would sate himself on her exquisite body until the damnable hold she had over him was broken.
He stretched out next to her on the bed and propped himself up on one elbow while he skimmed his other hand over her delectable curves and felt a tremor run through her when he cupped her breast. Her body betrayed her beautifully. Her nipples were flushed and damp from where he had sucked them, and the musky feminine fragrance of her desire stirred his senses when he nudged her thighs apart with his shoulders and placed his mouth over the delicate nub of her clitoris.
She gave a startled cry. ‘You can’t...’
‘Oh, but I can,’ he assured her softly and bent his head to continue his task of exploring her with his tongue. He loved that she was shocked by the intimate caress and at the same time he was appalled by the fierce possessiveness he felt. She had told him she’d been a virgin when they had slept together at her birthday party, and he believed her despite the stories about her supposed torrid love-life reported in the tabloids. Her innocent delight in what he was doing to her was coupled with surprised gasps that could only be genuine.
‘Cortez.’ She breathed his name like a prayer, a plea, and her guttural voice told him what her body was already signalling to him as she bucked and writhed and sobbed beneath his merciless onslaught. He considered making her come with his mouth, but his own need was too great. He was shocked to realise that his control was slipping and his plan to enslave Elin with sex could go spectacularly wrong.
Somehow he held back long enough to slide a protective sheath over his erection, and then he thrust his way inside her and heard above the thunderous pounding of his heart the harsh groan he made when he sank into her velvet heat and discovered heaven. Somewhere along the path to nirvana the seducer had become the seduced and the slave master was now the slave. And the most astonishing thing was Cortez did not care that the point of making love to Elin was to trap her in his sensual web. He simply wanted to worship her and glory in the knowledge that she was his.
He set a rhythm and drove into her with steady strokes that quickly took them both to the edge. She filled up his senses with the fragrance of her skin when he pressed his lips to her throat, and the sweet taste of her lips when he kissed her mouth. He captured her cry as she suddenly arched beneath him and her body trembled like a slender bow under intolerable tension, seconds before she climaxed around him. And when he thrust deep into her for a final time and felt the unstoppable force of his own release thunder through him, she filled up his heart utterly and exclusively. His.
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