Free Deserving of His Diamonds by ASUS

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    anything, it had smouldered under the surface, building in intensity as each
    lonely month had passed. Gisele heard the sound of the safe being opened
    and

    drew in a breath for composure. This would be another emotional hurdle for
    her to negotiate. How different would this be from when he had slid that ring
    onto her finger after he had asked her to marry him? She didn‘t want to think
    about how eagerly and excitedly she had accepted his proposal. She had
    gushed in enthusiasm and he had looked down at her with the sort of
    indulgent amusement that made her cringe now. How gauche she had been,
    how foolishly romantic to think he had adored her even a fraction as much
    as she had adored him. He hadn‘t loved her at all. She had simply ticked all
    the boxes for him under the compartment in his life marked: Find Suitable
    Wife. ‗Give me your hand,‘ Emilio commanded. Gisele turned around like a
    statue on a plinth, her body tense from head to foot. ‗I don‘t suppose you‘re
    going to do a rerun of your proposal?‘ she said. His eyes glinted as he took
    her hand in his. ‗I had thought of it but decided against it.‘ ‗Why?‘ she
    asked. ‗Because you were worried I‘d say no?‘ He slid the ring onto her
    finger, holding it there with the warmth of his finger and thumb, his eyes
    still meshed with hers. ‗Ah, but would you say no?‘ he asked. ‗Why don‘t
    you give it a shot and see?‘ she challenged him. He gave a little chuckle that
    was spine-tinglingly deep. ‗I‘m sure if the price was right you would agree
    to marry me,‘ he said, bringing her hand up to his mouth and pressing his
    lips against her bent fingers. Gisele felt a butterfly wing–like flutter pass
    over the floor

    of her belly. She disguised a swallow as she felt his lips move to the
    sensitive skin of the underside of her wrist. She wanted to close her eyes and
    lose herself in his magical touch. The sensation of his warm velvet lips made
    her skin shiver in reaction. ‗Stop it,‘ she said, not really meaning it and
    pretty sure he knew it. He slid his tongue over her leaping pulse, a sexy lick
    that sent a dart of pleasure straight to her core. She suppressed a tiny
    whimper, determined not to show him how much he affected her by his
    proximity, by his touch, by his astonishing ability to dismantle her defences.
    Her legs felt like dampened paper, barely strong enough to hold her upright.
    Her spine was loosening, vertebra by vertebra, until she felt sure she would
    melt into a pool at his feet. Where was her resolve? Where was her anger
    when she needed it? They were like cowardly soldiers retreating from the
    frontline of battle. ‗You taste like summer,‘ Emilio said against her wrist.
    ‗Like frangipani and honeysuckle.‘ Gisele shivered as his teeth gave her a
    playful but gentle bite. Her breasts peaked with longing, her insides
    contracting with need. How was she going to resist him if he kept this up? It
    was torture to be so near him and not respond the way she wanted to. ‗I need
    a shower …‘ she said. ‗Have one with me.‘ The images those words
    conjured up! She had to fight with everything within her to keep them from
    flooding her mind. But it was impossible to eradicate every single one. She
    felt the heat build inside her at the memory of his hard body driving into her
    as the water cascaded over them: the memory of his hot, clever mouth
    feasting on her intimately and the memory of her doing exactly the

    same to him. Just thinking about the earthy rawness of it made her cheeks
    grow warm. ‗I don‘t think so,‘ she said, trying to pull away. His eyes came
    back to hers as he held her firm. ‗It won‘t be long before you change your
    mind, cara. We both know that, don‘t we?‘ She glared at him, spitting out
    the words one by one. ‗Let. Me. Go.‘ He pulled her up against him, pressing
    a brief hard kiss to her mouth before he released her. ‗Go and have your
    rest,‘ he said. ‗I‘ll