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never before been kissed by a man with a mustache.
She was swept up in a cloud of bewilderment as her body was pulled tighter and tighter into his powerful arms and his lips became more demanding on hers. She felt hard teeth behind his lips bruise her flesh. He loosened his grip and ran his hands slowly down her spine. A tingle raced through her. Then his hands retraced their course, moved back up her spine and stopped on her shoulders. His lips reluctantly parted from hers, and he drew back.
"Was that so terrible?" he asked in a husky whisper, his eyes searching hers.
A smoldering deep in her being, in some hidden recess of her emotions, in a place so remote from her usual thoughts that she had never guessed its existence, began to ignite in an indescribable feeling that both terrified and fascinated her. Little bands of steel in all her muscles gave her a sudden strength. Her heart pounded furiously, making her dizzy. Vaguely, she knew she could break his grip and run. But she was trapped now in a snare of her own desire, and she knew, with an intensity she had never before known in her life, that she was being controlled by some inner force that brushed aside rational thought. Only her heart told her what she must do.
He said, "Destiny brought you to my life, JoNell. That is what I felt soon after I met you…"
Again, he kissed her. She could feel the hard jolts of Del Toro's pulse pounding through his body. Fire burned her lips. Now she melted against him willingly. She thought she would never get her fill of the delicious nectar of his mouth. All of her senses melted into a large ball of burning desire which begged for the touch and kiss of Jorge Del Toro Never before had she felt so alive, so vibrant, so in need. Her body ached. In her fogged state, she forgot about the many women Del Toro had had before her, and that he would toss her aside as he had them, when his fickle nature tired of her. Tomorrow would never be and yesterday had never been. There was only this place and this moment—this strip of deserted beach and this man holding her. They were man and woman at the dawn of creation.
She was enveloped in rapturous sensations begging to be fulfilled when the kiss ended. His caressing hands stopped leaving their trail of fire on her body. His breathing that had been quick and unmeasured took on a controlled quality. He loosened his grip on her and drew back. But still his eyes searched her face. "I will have you, when the time is right," he murmured, his voice unsteady. "In your hate for me, I have found a spark of passion—"
JoNell felt drained and weak. Her arms, an empty ache in them, hung limply at her sides. At first the desire that had raged in her changed into a blank feeling of nothingness, a void sensation of occupying an empty body. Then as her strength and sanity returned, she felt the hot rise of anger. Shame overtook the anger. Humiliation made her cheeks burn. She blinked hard to hold back a flood of tears.
What a cruel and calculating man he was! Older, experienced with women, he had taken advantage of her youth and innocence.
With a shocking realization, JoNell saw what a diabolical man Del Toro was, and how exceedingly dangerous he was. He had tricked JoNell in spite of her defenses against him. He had turned on in her a flood of desire so intense she would have willingly given herself to him today, here in this place, and then regretted it the rest of her life. But he had stopped short, perhaps to prove to her just how much power he really had over her. He could toy with her as he pleased because he had her under his spell now. He had proved that he could arouse her. But he was not nearly so weak as she was. While she had been his willing victim, he had been emotionally aloof the whole time, coolly measuring her responses.
JoNell was frightened. How long would it be before Jorge Del Toro carried out his threat? She loathed him more than ever. In that moment, she vowed to never again
She was swept up in a cloud of bewilderment as her body was pulled tighter and tighter into his powerful arms and his lips became more demanding on hers. She felt hard teeth behind his lips bruise her flesh. He loosened his grip and ran his hands slowly down her spine. A tingle raced through her. Then his hands retraced their course, moved back up her spine and stopped on her shoulders. His lips reluctantly parted from hers, and he drew back.
"Was that so terrible?" he asked in a husky whisper, his eyes searching hers.
A smoldering deep in her being, in some hidden recess of her emotions, in a place so remote from her usual thoughts that she had never guessed its existence, began to ignite in an indescribable feeling that both terrified and fascinated her. Little bands of steel in all her muscles gave her a sudden strength. Her heart pounded furiously, making her dizzy. Vaguely, she knew she could break his grip and run. But she was trapped now in a snare of her own desire, and she knew, with an intensity she had never before known in her life, that she was being controlled by some inner force that brushed aside rational thought. Only her heart told her what she must do.
He said, "Destiny brought you to my life, JoNell. That is what I felt soon after I met you…"
Again, he kissed her. She could feel the hard jolts of Del Toro's pulse pounding through his body. Fire burned her lips. Now she melted against him willingly. She thought she would never get her fill of the delicious nectar of his mouth. All of her senses melted into a large ball of burning desire which begged for the touch and kiss of Jorge Del Toro Never before had she felt so alive, so vibrant, so in need. Her body ached. In her fogged state, she forgot about the many women Del Toro had had before her, and that he would toss her aside as he had them, when his fickle nature tired of her. Tomorrow would never be and yesterday had never been. There was only this place and this moment—this strip of deserted beach and this man holding her. They were man and woman at the dawn of creation.
She was enveloped in rapturous sensations begging to be fulfilled when the kiss ended. His caressing hands stopped leaving their trail of fire on her body. His breathing that had been quick and unmeasured took on a controlled quality. He loosened his grip on her and drew back. But still his eyes searched her face. "I will have you, when the time is right," he murmured, his voice unsteady. "In your hate for me, I have found a spark of passion—"
JoNell felt drained and weak. Her arms, an empty ache in them, hung limply at her sides. At first the desire that had raged in her changed into a blank feeling of nothingness, a void sensation of occupying an empty body. Then as her strength and sanity returned, she felt the hot rise of anger. Shame overtook the anger. Humiliation made her cheeks burn. She blinked hard to hold back a flood of tears.
What a cruel and calculating man he was! Older, experienced with women, he had taken advantage of her youth and innocence.
With a shocking realization, JoNell saw what a diabolical man Del Toro was, and how exceedingly dangerous he was. He had tricked JoNell in spite of her defenses against him. He had turned on in her a flood of desire so intense she would have willingly given herself to him today, here in this place, and then regretted it the rest of her life. But he had stopped short, perhaps to prove to her just how much power he really had over her. He could toy with her as he pleased because he had her under his spell now. He had proved that he could arouse her. But he was not nearly so weak as she was. While she had been his willing victim, he had been emotionally aloof the whole time, coolly measuring her responses.
JoNell was frightened. How long would it be before Jorge Del Toro carried out his threat? She loathed him more than ever. In that moment, she vowed to never again
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