Free Expectant Bride by Lynne Graham Page B

exquisite sensations that just as quickly became a kind of sustained torture.
    â€˜You are so tight,’ Dio muttered in a sensual groan of appreciation.
    The ache of need he aroused was unbearable. Ellie writhed out of control, tormented gasps wrenched from her as she clutched at any part of him she could reach. ‘Dio, please …’ she moaned in desperate appeal.
    He slid over her, rearranging her with urgent hands. She clashed with blazing eyes and exulted in her femininity, sensing his control was as ragged as her own was non-existent.Fierce hunger seethed in her shamelessly at that instant. She would have walked through fire to lie under him. And then he plunged into her, and the sharp, wrenching pain of that passionate invasion startled her into crying out in surprise.
    Dio stilled. Stunned black eyes looked down into hers. ‘ Cristos …you can’t be!’ he exclaimed.
    â€˜Not any more…’
    Something primitive flared then in his tense gaze. ‘You like shocking me, don’t you?’
    Ellie was blushing like mad now, maddeningly conscious of the tiny smooth shifts with which he was easing his hungry passage all the way inside her. ‘Can’t talk now,’ she mumbled, wholly intent on this new and fascinating experience.
    A ragged laugh was torn from Dio. He kissed the crown of her head and began to demonstrate how much more exciting it could get. Raw, out-of-control need possessed her as thoroughly as he did. She couldn’t breathe for the insane race of her heart. The world could have ended, and nothing but the pounding surge of his body into hers would have mattered. The intensity of the pleasure drove her wild, and finally off the edge into a hot, wrenching paroxysm of shattering release.
    â€˜You should have told me I’d be the first, pethi mou ,’ Dio rasped, out of breath.
    â€˜Didn’t seem important,’ Ellie muttered evasively, revelling in the way he was holding her close to his hot, damp magnificent length, tears of reaction in her softened eyes which she was glad he couldn’t see.
    Was it possible to fall in love in the space of twenty-four hours? she wondered dreamily, struggling to recognise the person she now felt inside herself, but too happy and fulfilled to feel threatened by that change. Special? How special was special? She already knew how special he was to her. She wanted to wrap him up in a big blanket of affection and hughim to death, and Ellie had never felt that soppy in her life before.
    â€˜It was important to me,’ Dio confided softly. ‘Are you hungry?’
    â€˜Not really.’
    â€˜I can’t remember when I last ate,’ Dio muttered reflectively.
    â€˜Not very sensible,’ she told him.
    Releasing her, Dio rolled over and reached for the internal phone by the bed to order some food. Then, reaching for her hand, he pulled her out of bed with him. Her arms wrapped round herself as if she was freezing cold, Ellie hovered in the bathroom, watching him switch on the power shower. All of a sudden she felt so horrendously shy. She was being thrown into the deep end of sexual intimacy.
    Dio tugged her into the shower with him, either not noticing or deliberately ignoring her discomfiture. ‘You really are tiny,’ he sighed.
    She could feel him staring down at her. ‘I’m five foot one inch,’ she muttered—adding the inch.
    â€˜You looked so funny in that coat at the airport…like a little girl dressing up.’
    Ellie couldn’t think of anything witty to respond with.
    â€˜Why have you gone so quiet?’ Dio demanded with sudden force.
    â€˜I’m not wearing any clothes and I’m not used to holding conversations in a shower.’
    A reluctant laugh of appreciation was dredged from Dio. He lifted her up into his arms like a doll, and hooked her arms round his shoulders. Holding her level with him, he stared into her eyes, his own dark and deep