Free Unconditional by D.M. Mortier

picked her up with easy power, his strength enflaming her further.
    The warm water hit her hot skin. But nothing could detract from the scalding impact of his heated flesh against hers. Desire sizzled through every nerve ending, ratcheting up to unbearable levels. Feeling dizzy from the onslaught, she clung tightly to him, legs intertwined with his, arms around his neck for leverage.
    He gazed into her eyes as water cascaded over his head, making his hair appear darker and his expression seem almost sinister. He lowered his head toward her. She shivered violently in impatient anticipation. The kiss, when it came, was not what she’d expected. He was incredibly gentle, lightly brushing her lips with his, and then softly nibbling her lower lip, before fusing into a devastating kiss. He roamed his hands over her sleek skin, down her back, her waist, to settle on her ass.
    Dominic held her securely against him as the drugging kiss deepened, his tongue exploring and shooting bolts of need low in her pelvis. Rinah was embarrassed by the needy, involuntary moans forced from her lips. She couldn’t control the trembling of her limbs or the gripping desire that turned the tips of her nipples into granite peaks.
    He reached for the shower gel and generously lathered her body. One kiss melded into another as his soapy hands caressed every inch of her softness. The scrap of material covering her bottom was no barrier to his questing hands. He plucked at and gently massaged her breasts, before taking an aching nipple into his mouth.
    Her cries grew louder and longer with each tug on the tips.
    He sucked and nibbled the dark buds while trailing skillful fingers to her slick core. The sensation was too much, too intense. She convulsed in an irrepressible climax, collapsing against him weakly.
    He was all that she could wish for in a lover: attentive, gentle, domineering, and sexy as hell. Still in the throes of a release so blistering, she sighed with joyful certainty that she wouldn’t regret giving him her virginity tonight. She couldn’t wait to feel him deep inside her.
    That was until he lifted her up, clasping her long legs around his hips, and slid his steely length into her in an upward powerful thrust. She cried out in anguish as the bruising thickness plunged into her snug, virginal core. The muscles in her legs automatically tightened and tried to stop him from going further.
    “What the fuck?”
    His brutal expletive made tears roll down her cheeks. She gazed at him through watery lenses.
    She was mortified by the anger she saw in his face.
    Not uttering a word of sympathy, but clearly remorseful, he quickly withdrew from her resisting channel.
    “Is this your first time?” he asked in disbelief.
    Looking at the wall behind him, anywhere but at him, she nodded in the affirmative.
    “I’ve never deflowered a virgin. This situation is not right,” he muttered as he stepped out of the shower with her now held high in his arms. Disengaging her arms from him around his neck, he began to briskly dry them both with a large towel. Moving in a concise, businesslike manner, he was already distancing himself from her.
    Rinah, quiet now, was too embarrassed to say anything to ease the awkward moment.
    Once dried, he covered her nakedness with his robe and gently lifted her again. She was undone by his tenderness, when he was still so obviously aroused and didn’t intend to do anything about it. He walked through his bedroom with her held against his chest. Ignoring his enormous bed, he took her to another bedroom and deposited her on the queen-sized mattress.
    He looked at her through lowered lashes. It was impossible to discern his mood. She hung her head in mortification. He suddenly dropped to his knees beside her and with fingers on her chin, he lifted her head to look at him. She couldn’t prevent her eyes from pooling in tears under his warm gaze.
    “Well, that was interesting,” he teased.
    She bit her lip to prevent the