Author's POV:
Olivera's legs felt like jelly, and her insides had turned mush, the more Raul spoke. It was the voice of seduction, a need so consuming, so great, she could not possibly refuse. She did feel the dark need in him, his battle to be gentle with her, to allow her some kind of choice. She felt his desire, stark and hungry, to lead her to the bed and gorge himself in the mysteries of her body. Her own body responded to the urgency of his need with creamy heat. She moved her body against him, arched upward to offer him her breast. Her eyes closed tightly, and she moaned aloud as he took her into the heat of his mouth. Her arms circled his head, held him to her as every pull of his mouth produced a rush of answering liquid heat from her body. His body was so hard and heavy, trapped in the confines of his clothes. He used his fingers on his left hand to twist and tap on the other breast, sucking gently, then roughly, wanting every inch of her soft, bare skin against him.
