He didn’t open his eyes as her head lifted, removing the pressure. But the ache inside him didn’t ease. It intensified as he felt her fingers fumble with the tiny black buttons on the front of his boxers. As her fingers teased inside. And she found him.Touched him.
He shuddered.
This was winning, wasn’t it?
Thiswas taking back his control.
This was one step closer to his end goal.
She wanted him, despite her contract. She was playing inside her own rules becausehehad made her want to. He’d made her believe she was safe inside the boundaries of them.
So why did it feel like he wasn’t in control? Butshewas? Why did his knees feel weak? Why did his feet not feel planted? Why did it feel as though he wasn’t exorcising her from beneath his skin, but as if he was allowing her deeper?Into his bones?
Thiswas not what he wanted.
He was almost blind with need.
He was hanging on to control with his fingernails.
His bones locked.
He turned rigid.
He hauled her up by her arms. Yanked her into his heaving chest.
‘What is it?’ she asked breathlessly. Her fingers reached for the granite firmness of his gritted jaw.
He speared his fingers into her hair—watched the tendrils come loose from the knot at her nape, and fall to her shoulders. Her gaze clung to his. Her eyes so blue—so wide—so tempting. The urge was bone-deep to dip his head. Taste her.
He would control himself.
He would stop this.Now.
She brushed her lips over his.
‘Poppy,’ he warned.
‘Konstantinos,’ she replied, her hands reaching between them.
She freed him. Stroked him.Intimately. Until she held him—enclosed him.
He pulsed in her palm.
His control shattered.
He backed her into the wall. Her soft kiss changed. She pressed her mouth harder against his. Her tongue a darting arrow, it drove inside him. Demanded he feel onlythat. Only her tongue.Only her.
‘Ahh,’ he groaned.
It was too much pleasure. Too painful. Too…everything.
Everything he’d missed.Her.
Her legs parted, accommodating the pressure of his hips. ‘I need you inside me, Konstantinos.Now.’
Her need. It made him swell.
Thiswas what he wanted. Her complete surrender. But it didn’t feel like a win. It only felt…right. Right to be here. Between her legs. His body only millimetres from being sheathed where he’d yearned to be for so long. Inside her.
