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‘Then don’t wait,’ she replied, fresh hunger urging her to wind her arms around his neck, her body eager and open. He’d already introduced her to oral pleasure for the first time. Despite the faint but lingering voice of caution, she was desperate for more. To hoard as much of this experience as she could.
Because it wouldn’t last? She shied away from the answer.
‘Your breasts are a work of art,’ he rasped huskily, before bestowing more kisses on them.
Just when she was on the verge of begging for more, he reared up onto one elbow. Alexis held her breath as his hand slid down between their bodies, and she felt his broad head brush her feminine place.
The lock of hair falling over his forehead didn’t diminish the fierceness of the gaze pinning her in place as, with one sure, powerful stroke, he entered her.
‘Christos!’
‘Yes, yineka mou. My name on your lips while I take you...again and again,’ he rasped, jaw locked tight as he inhaled audibly.
For the longest suspended moment, he held himself inside her. Then, when a whimper finally broke from her, he withdrew and thrust back inside.
Raw, unfettered pleasure unravelled from her core. She was unaware her fingers dug into his shoulders until he hissed in pleasure. ‘That’s it, Alexis. Mark me. Show me what I do to you.’
It was as if she’d been uncaged and handed the keys to nirvana. She wrapped her legs around him, raised her head and claimed his mouth in a shockingly carnal kiss as he increased the tempo.
Dear God, she’d never felt anything like it. Suspected she never would again. But that was an issue for another day. The moment hot torrid Greek words started falling from his lips, she gave up the need to hold back. She met him thrust for thrust, his turbulent eyes and the hand locked on her hip urging her higher and higher until pleasure exploded in a shower of lights.
Her raw scream bounced off the walls before returning to wrap itself around them, as Christos locked both hands in her hair. Despite his thrusts slowing, the intensity of his lovemaking remained. She realised why when, after she’d caught half her breath back, he delivered another tongue-tangling kiss, raised his head and commanded roughly, ‘Again. I want to feel you come again.’
* * *
Thee mou, she was like a drug. One he couldn’t resist. Not that he wanted to in that moment.
She was an amazing revelation, even more so than he’d anticipated based on their chemistry alone.
For starters, there was that curious mixture of shy and bold, of innocence and carnal greed; it was a lit fuse to his libido. He’d seen her reaction to his pleasuring of her with his mouth, felt her quiet shock and knew she’d either never experienced it before or had found any previous attempt sorely lacking. Her subsequent reactions had given credence to this suspicion. Whatever she’d shared with previous lovers, it had not been the real thing.
He was primitive enough to enjoy that knowledge. Hell, to even revel in the possibility that she’d never known anything like what they’d just experienced together. What they could experience while they were on Drakonisos. Perhaps even further into the future?
No.
This...peculiar and faintly overwhelming sensation was because he hadn’t had a woman in over a year, nothing more. Besides, that kind of dependency was what he shied away from. It only brought chaos. Trouble. Heartache. Attachments that turned people into vicious versions of themselves.
He was past that kind of behaviour. He’d orchestrated this altered version of their agreement with his eyes wide open. He wasn’t about to let emotion—however incredible and potent—cloud his judgement.
But...
While he was here, while this was happening, holding back would only be depriving himself. He pushed inside her once more and let loose the groan locked in his throat. She truly was sublime, his wife.
His wife...
‘Christos.’ Her voice was sex-soaked, wrapped in temptation, feeding his hunger.
He let go of all other thoughts. And indulged his feelings to the fullest.
And when she cried out in ecstasy once more, he was right there behind her, blinded by a unique kind of pleasure that branded his very soul. That he knew would be unforgettable once he rose from this bed and put it all behind him.
Still he gathered her close. Kissed her temple with a gentleness unlike him. And when she sighed and melted into his arms, he found himself exhaling, a curious peace settling over him.
That peace was still in place when he woke at dawn, used the rudimentary facilities he’d had built into the cave a decade ago then gently roused the drowsing woman he’d made love to for the second time only an hour ago.
‘Wake up, Alexis. There’s one more experience to enjoy,’ he said, trailing his lips over her smooth cheek.
She smiled without opening her eyes. ‘I thought we did that last night?’
