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She watched him swallow.
Emboldened by her effect on him, Alexis stepped forward, reached for the buttons of his white shirt, her eagerness to explore him too a heady rush that couldn’t be stopped. She only managed to bare his glorious torso halfway before she slid her hands inside, gliding them over his sculpted chest. Muscles rippled beneath her touch, his hot skin a decadent invitation she wasn’t going to refuse.
Alexis didn’t register that she’d swayed closer until her nipples brushed his hair-dusted chest. Her aroused whimper brought another smug smile to his face.
‘Perhaps you should finish what you started so you can have more of what you crave?’ he suggested a touch mockingly.
On a wild whim—and perhaps because she wanted to wipe away a layer of that smugness—she grasped the edges of his shirt and pulled them apart.
For a single moment, he tensed. Then flames leapt higher in his eyes. With an animalistic growl, Christos shrugged off the tattered remains of his shirt, then, reaching forward, yanked down her dress. She’d barely stepped out of it before he pulled her close, his lips finding hers with an urgency and fervour she wholeheartedly endorsed. With a mastery that roused every nerve ending to life, Christos stroked and teased, feasted and delivered pleasure she’d never experienced before.
When his large hands slipped into her panties and cupped her bottom, she moaned, her thighs growing slicker in readiness for his possession. Her fingers dug into his hair as their kiss grew even more frenzied, their bodies straining together in carnal need.
The rough sound of lace ripping drew another whimper, the firm tug of her destroyed panties almost making her swoon as he yanked them free and tossed them aside.
‘Turnabout is fair play,’ he growled. Then he was plucking her off the floor and settling her firmly in the middle of the bed.
With barely bridled patience, she watched him reach for his trousers. Heart pounding, she followed the hand lowering his zipper. Moments later he was naked.
Her mouth dried as she struggled to take in his sheer magnificence. Muscles, sleek and powerful, flowed in perfect symmetry, a body without a spare inch of flab culminating in the impressive, jaw-dropping sculpture of his aroused manhood.
One sleek lunge and he was beside her, his hand on her hip drawing her close before arranging her beneath him.
For the longest time, Christos stared down at her without speaking, that torturous caress up and down her body driving her steadily insane as his eyes pinned her to the bed.
When she tried to raise her head, eager to kiss him, he drew back.
‘Not yet. A few rules first.’
She slicked her tongue over needy lips. ‘Wh-what?’
‘I want to see your beautiful eyes at all times, glykia mou,’ he stated roughly, one hand cupping her breast and mercilessly torturing her nipple. ‘And when I’m deep inside you, the only word from your lips will be my name. You can choose to whisper it or scream it. But I want to hear it.’
He lowered his head and flicked the tip of his tongue across her nipple, and stars burst across her vision. ‘Christos...’
‘Ne, just like that,’ he growled, then sucked the tight peak into his mouth.
Pleasure arched her back, her fingers spiking through his hair to hold him close as the madness encroached further.
The hooded gaze he kept on her as he explored her flesh added a decadent edge to her pleasure. Pleasure that intensified even more when he trailed his lips down her body.
Her eyes widened and her heartbeat doubled when she realised what he meant to do. ‘Christos...?’
His answer to that hesitant question was to decisively draw her thighs apart, trail his stubbled jaw over the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, all while those infernal eyes devoured her every expression. And just when she was certain her heart would beat itself straight through her ribs, he lowered his head and delivered the most carnal of kisses.
Her sharp cry echoed in the cave, the sound lingering for an age as if to impress upon her what was happening.
‘Thee mou,’ he muttered roughly. ‘You taste exquisite.’
Her every last thought melted away, her full attention centred on the sublime pleasure he delivered. Over and over he tortured and teased, until her vision hazed. Until she screamed as bliss smashed through her in the most sublime climax she’d ever experienced.
Her breath was still choppy and her body trembling with aftershocks when he captured her wrists, kissed her palms, before caressing his way back up her body.
Peripherally, she saw him reach for a condom, tear it open and glide it on.
The heavy, delicious weight of him sharpened her focus, her eager gaze devouring every inch of him as he settled between her thighs.
‘Christo, you have a body to rival Aphrodite herself,’ he declared, his face a taut mask of arousal. ‘I can’t wait to claim you.’
