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He felt the tear of her virgin flesh and then how tight she was, how she held him inside.

So much for going slowly!

He let out a hollow shout.

It was too intense, too much sensation all at once.

For Costa, the world turned black. He was fighting to give her time to adjust to him. He was over her, panting and trying not to thrust. He was almost braced for a slap, for a shove, for a warning flash from those sparkling eyes. But instead her eyes opened to him, and there was a slight pout to her lips as she smiled.

It was a smile she had never given before...a smile from her that he had never seen...and it invited him to begin taking long, slow thrusts.

‘That hurt...’ she whispered as he started to move.

‘I know.’

‘I came when you kissed me...’ Mary told him.

‘Shh...’ he said.

‘Why?’

‘Because I’m trying not to—’

‘Please...’

Costa gave in then, and stopped trying to slow himself down. Instead, he took her with an energy she devoured, for she was clinging onto his shoulders, coiling her legs around him, lost in his power and the sensations of the moment.

Mary felt as if she were being lifted, wrapped and indulged, consumed. His muscles were taut beneath her fingers, and she slipped her hands down and felt his ribs, moved to his hips, and then she pressed them into the buttocks she’d gazed upon before he’d turned off the light. She licked his chest as it moved over her, tasting him.

She wanted to lift her head, but her neck would not co-operate, and she lay in a sudden hush, broken only by the sounds of Costa’s effort as he drove into her again and again.

There was a flush of excitement flooding her, a sudden rush sweeping up and down. Costa shouted as if to warn her, to alert her, maybe, for it was as if the gates had suddenly flown open in a storm. He finally shot into her, and she met him and matched his final thrusts. She had not been expecting to shatter so completely. She was trying to twist, to escape this most intense of pleasures, but she finally succumbed, letting the bliss wash over her.

She knew the world would look different on the other side.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

SOMUCHFORkeeping things simple!

Costa liked the feel of her tucked into him, the tickle of each breath on his chest and the complete chaos of the bed.

They were still knotted together, and he had salvaged one pillow for his head. His chest sufficed for Mary’s. The velvet coverlet was nowhere to be seen, the top sheet was long gone, and they lay wrapped in a bottom sheet.

A gentle knock at the door told him the maid was here with breakfast, and he called through the door for it to be left in the dining area.

‘Kalimera.’Mary smiled up at him.

‘Correct.’ He smiled too.

‘Only because I heard you calling out to the maid.’

‘Tee kanis?’Costa asked, and watched her frown as she tried to make out his words.

‘I know that one...’

It meantHow are you?

Mary answered him in English. ‘I’m very well, thank you.’

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