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He kissed her deeper, letting hunger stretch out inside him, exploring the sweetness of her mouth with care before turning the kiss hotter, letting it build until there was a fever to it, and she was trembling against him, gripping him tightly as if she needed to hold onto him to stop herself from falling.
It was only then that he lifted his head, not hiding the hunger in his eyes, letting her see it.
She was breathing very fast, her make-up smudged, the darkness of her eyes thick and soft as midnight in midsummer. ‘C-Castor...I don’t understand,’ she said, all breathless and husky. ‘I thought...you said it would...n-never happen.’
‘I know what I said.’ His hand was still in her hair, chestnut curls wound around his fingers, but his thumb was free and he used it to trace a line across the silky skin of her cheekbone. ‘But I decided I was wrong. I want you,mikri alepou. And I want to give you a wedding night.’
Her mouth opened, then shut. ‘A...wedding night?’
‘Yes.’ He ran his thumb over her cheek, down to the corner of her mouth, tracing the line of her lower lip. ‘I can only offer you one night, that’s all. But if you want it, all you need to do is say yes.’
The pulse at the base of her pretty throat was beating very fast, the expression on her face slightly dazed. She felt so good against him and the musky, sweet scent of her was making his mouth water.
‘You made me so angry,’ she whispered. ‘You...hurt me.’
Regret pulled tight inside him. ‘I’m sorry. I was...trying to protect you. You’re too young and you’re too innocent, and you shouldn’t be getting tangled up with a man like me.’ He bent and brushed his mouth over hers, feeling the heat of her stoke the flames already burning inside him. ‘I didn’t want to complicate this and I thought distance would be better.’
‘No.’ She leaned into him, trying to follow his mouth, her eyes half closed. ‘No, distance is not better.’ Her lashes lifted and abruptly he was lost in the warm sooty darkness of her eyes once again. ‘I might be inexperienced, but you don’t have to treat me like a child. I know what you can and can’t give me, and I’m okay with that.’
‘Glory, I—’
She lifted a hand and pressed a finger against his mouth, the touch stealing the words straight out of his head. ‘If you want my virginity, Castor Xenakis, then stop talking and take it.’
CHAPTER EIGHT
GLORYSHIVEREDASgold fire ignited in Castor’s eyes and her whole body gathered tight in preparation for another of those soul-destroying kisses.
But he didn’t bend his head. Instead his grip on her changed and she was turned around so her back was to him. Then she felt the tug on the zip of her gown, the fabric loosening around her as he drew it down.
He touched the top of her spine gently before his fingers began a long, slow stroke down her exposed back.
She caught her breath. She wasn’t sure exactly why he’d changed his mind about her, but she definitely wasn’t going to argue with him.
If he wanted to give her a wedding night, then she was going to take it.
Is that really all you want from him?
But she didn’t want to think about that so she ignored the thought, concentrating instead on the touch of Castor’s fingers on her bare skin as he slid them beneath the straps of her gown, easing the fabric from her shoulders, leaving her standing in a puddle of white silk, wearing only the lacy underwear she’d put on that morning.
He pulled her close, her back against his front, his mouth nuzzling the soft curve of her shoulder and the tender place where it met her neck, nipping her there.
She gasped as electric shocks of pleasure jolted her, all her senses spinning at the heat of his hard body pressed to hers and the warm spice of his aftershave surrounding her.
It felt so good she couldn’t breathe. She arched against him, tilting her head back and exposing her throat to him in wordless invitation. Which he took, his teeth against her skin, biting her gently, before soothing the nip with a soft rain of kisses.
Oh, she had no idea it would be like this. How good it felt to be held, to have a man’s mouth on her skin and his tall, muscular body behind her, a delicious kind of threat that both excited her even as it scared her.
Just any man?
No, not just any man.
‘Castor...’
His name was both a prayer and a demand for more and he answered it, flicking her bra open, pulling the delicate fabric away to leave her breasts bare, then sliding his large, strong hands around to cup them in his palms.
Heat swept through her, along with the most delicious pleasure, and she groaned, arching into his hands, wanting more. Part of her was horrified at how demanding she was being, but the rest of her simply didn’t care.
She’d never been wanted like this before, and even though she’d been angry, she’d also loved the way he’d looked at her in the church. And then the way he’d pulled her in close on the way up to the villa, as if he wanted her all to himself.
