Page 70 of A Diamond Deal

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Her fingers raked through his hair. She gripped the black silk.Tightly. Pulled it. She lifted her hips. She wanted his mouth there.

‘Patience,pouláki mou.’

She wasn’t patient.

The barrier of her knickers was too thick. Too unnecessary.

‘Take them off,’ she demanded.

He didn’t lift his head. He didn’t look at her. His eyes stayed focused on the part of her that needed more.

‘These?’ he asked, and his fingers ran down the seams,slowly.

Her toes pressed into the mattress. ‘Yes.’

He gripped either side of her knickers. She lifted her bottom. Slowly, he pulled them over her hips. The fabric curled into itself as it travelled over her thighs, to her knees, her ankles and over the arch of her feet.

He dropped them to the floor with the rest of their discarded clothes.

His hands spanned her hips. Pushed them back into the mattress.

He kissed her.There. Teased at her with his tongue. Dipping it between her intimate folds. His mouth closed around her engorged nub.

‘Oh, my God!’

He replied with his mouth. Sucked harder.Faster.

It wasn’t enough.

‘I want you inside me.’

‘Not yet,’ he whispered heatedly against the heart of her. The warmth of his breath, of his mouth, the tease of his tongue dipping inside her—

It was torture.

‘Please,’ she begged, because it was the only word she had left.

She needed their last time to end with him inside her.

Konstantinos reached over to the gold handle of the bedside drawer. He opened it and withdrew a foil packet. He took out the condom and let the packaging fall to the floor.

His eyes met hers. His hand disappeared between their bodies. He sheathed himself, giving them an extra layer of protection.

The tip of him nudged at her opening.

‘Oh!’

‘Are you sure?’ he asked, his voice a husk of broken need.

‘I’m sure,’ she replied just as brokenly. ‘One last time.’

Konstantinos hesitated. He felt too big.Too hard.

‘I don’t want to hurt you,’ he confessed raggedly.

‘You won’t.’ She lifted her hips. Took him a little deeper.

His shoulders bunched. The knuckles of his hands bore down into the mattress.