Bound To A Billionaire. Michelle Smart

was so close to taking possession of.

      Francesca had never dreamt she was capable of such wanton, reckless carnality, that her flesh could feel like a living being, that desire could beat like a drum with a rhythm felt in her every pore.

      This, she thought dreamily... This...

      Instinct had her raising her thighs and wrapping her legs around Felipe’s waist, urging him on, her body speaking the language she had never learned.

      The tip of his erection found where it needed to be with no guidance from either of them and in one driving thrust he was inside her.

      It happened so quickly that it took a few beats for her brain to register the sharp pain and when it did register, the gasp of relief at his possession that had flown from her mouth turned into a gasp of shock and stilled on her lips.

      Felipe froze.

      The heady urgency of his desire deflated like a punctured balloon. He gazed down in horror at Francesca’s whitening face.

      It wasn’t possible...

      His head pounded loudly, bells clanging, sirens wailing.

      It wasn’t possible.

      With as great a care as he could manage, he withdrew from her and swung his legs over to rest on the floor then grabbed the back of his neck and dug his fingers into it.

      The beat of his heart was out of time.

      She didn’t move.

      He didn’t move.

      For the longest time he sat on the bed staring incomprehensibly at the thick carpet while she lay on the bed gazing mutely at the ceiling.

      He wanted to be sick. There was movement beside him as Francesca slowly sat up.

      A trembling finger was placed lightly on his shoulder.

      ‘Felipe...’

      Slowly he raised his head and caught sight of himself in the mirror on the wall.

      The reflection gazing back was a man he didn’t recognise.

      He didn’t think he would ever recognise himself again.