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Lykos would have cursed if he’d been capable of speech. She had turned him to stone and it was a moment he would remember for the rest of his life. She watched him taking her in and it was the most erotic thing he’d ever experienced, hardening his erection to the point of near pain. Holding himself back became a physical thing, his jaw clenched, hands fisted to stop him from bruising her with his need. She met his gaze in the mirror before turning to him, a bare inch between them and she felt painfully out of his reach. Until she closed the distance and her chest pressed against his, her thighs, the juncture of them, meeting the hardened length of him through the trousers he still wore.
Then he noticed the hesitancy in her eyes and the bottom fell from his world.
‘What is it,agápi mou?’ he whispered, her cheek fitting into his palm as if she’d been made for him. She bit her lip and his thumb soothed it free again. She looked away as if unable to say what she wanted and he hated that. Hated that she feared his response. Didn’t she know that he’d give her anything that she asked?
When she looked back up at him, determination, need and something very close to fury blazed in her eyes. She had morphed into a phoenix, traces of the defiant runaway Princess twisted into strength and power, and it was incredible.
‘Make me yours so that no one can ever take that away.’
It was as if the leash holding him back had been cut and all the desire, all the need, all thefeelingshe’d held back for so long rushed to the forefront and overwhelmed him completely. He walked her backwards to the bed and she relished it, her eyes delighting in his power and his desire for her.
He kissed her and guided her back against the pillows of the bed, her body instinctively opening for him as he leaned on one hand and used the other to trace the curves of her body, her skin like satin beneath his palm, shivering and trembling with need as he smoothed his way over the curve of her waist, hip, sweeping around to the inside of her soft thighs, pulling the thong from her body, spreading her legs and delving into the blonde curls damp from her desire.
Her body arched as he parted her with his fingers and a moan of pleasure mixed with an intake of breath. He watched every minute of it, utterly undone by Marit’s rapture. He lost himself in it for an infinity, the gold and jade shards in her eyes on fire, the pink flush of her cheeks and the hitch in her breath as she climbed closer and closer to her orgasm.
Her body undulated with the shift of his hands and tension corded her as he delved deeper into her with a finger, gently testing her muscles, readying her so as to make it as least painful as possible. In a heartbeat that tension rolled into a wave of ecstasy and he could have died then, the happiest he had ever been. Believed even that he might have found his life’s purpose, and then she opened her eyes and pinned him with a gaze so hot that he felt branded to his very soul.
Her hand reached down to circle his forearm, the sight of her slender fingers wrapped around him pushing him towards the edge of feral.
‘Lykos,’ she said, his name a plea he could no longer deny. He leaned back from her only long enough to remove his trousers and underwear, casting them away with ruthless efficiency and returning to her, bracing on his forearms, his hands once again cradling her cheeks.
‘I have been told that this will hurt. Not terribly—’
‘Lykos,’ Marit replied, her voice husky from her pleasure. ‘I’ve had the birds and the bees talk,’ she teased. But not too much, he could see what it meant, his concern for her. ‘I want this. I want it to be with you.’
Her words did something to him that he wouldn’t, couldn’t look at now. Instead, he reached into the nightstand and removed a condom from the drawer, silently vowing to make this as pleasurable for Marit as possible. He rolled the latex over himself and settled between her legs, his erection pulsing with restrained need, and slowly, so incredibly slowly, he joined with her.
A pleasure so sublime it hurt his heart filled him as he filled her, never once taking his eyes from hers, never missing a single moment of her response to his intrusion. He felt the moment she experienced her pain, the tension and stiffness around him making him stop instantly while she adjusted to the new experience, saw the moment the shock left her eyes and was replaced by wonder. Shifting beneath him, moving at first for comfort and then an instinctive search for pleasure, more and more as her hips rolled beneath him. Every moment as wondrous for him as it was for her.
Finally turning to him, her eyes now full of questions. ‘Is it always like this?’ Her whispered words were full of awe.
He wouldn’t lie to her. ‘No,’ he replied, his heart in his words. ‘It is never like this,agápi mou.’
There was no misunderstanding, no confusion between them. He wouldn’t allow it. She could see how much this meant to him, because he too had laid himself bare for her. It was an intimacy he had never allowed anyone. And when she reached up to cup his jaw he knew she could see the truth of it.
Slowly he began to move, Marit’s body instinctively arching into his, her head falling back against the pillow, the golden strands of her hair fanning out like a halo. Again and again he pushed them to the brink and back, drenching her in pleasure and drowning in her cries until neither of them could take any more and, with one last thrust, Lykos launched them into a sea of ecstasy, leaving them to drift on currents that sent ripples through their bodies for long hours after.
The sound of Lykos’s phone ringing woke them as the sun’s early morning rays were filtering in through the sash windows of the room. Having only just closed his eyes after making love to Marit again, he groaned in frustration, eliciting a gentle laugh from the half-asleep Princess next to him.
‘Aren’t you going to answer it?’
‘No, I’m going to hope that they get the message and go away,’ he grumped into the pillow, muffling the words and sounding like the kind of carefree youth he had never been.
She turned her head and pierced him with shards of gold and green and tease and his heart turned. He’d never seen anyone so beautiful. And then the phone rang again, ruining the moment. Marit’s gentle giggles turned into a laugh and Lykos snared the phone and barked,‘Nai?’without taking his eyes from her once.
‘Lykos? It’s Theron. I need you to come to Greece. Right now.’
CHAPTER NINE
MARITHADNEVERseen Lykos like this. Angry? Yes. Frustrated? Aroused? Yes.
She bit her lip to stop herself from raising her fingers to her mouth in memory of last night, inwonderof what they had shared. A part of her knew that it would have been easier to resign herself to her future if she had not known, not experienced, just what it was that she would be denying herself.
Love.
No. She shook her head. She might have been innocent last night but she was not naïve. She wasn’t in love with him and, as she looked at Lykos, she knew he would never feel that way about her. She cared for him a great deal—of course she did, she wouldn’t have been able to give herself to him as she had done last night if she did not. But...love? No. Marit had spent her entire life looking for love, one way or another. The moment she had gone to Paris to marry, she had put such thoughts and such desire from her mind and heart for ever.
But when she saw the dark bruises beneath Lykos’s eyes, the muscle flexed at his jaw, she knew that she would do anything to ease his fear if she could.
