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As he broke the kiss she heard his intake of breath.
‘Open your eyes.’
It was a soft but deadly command. and as her lids opened Kate was immediately snared by the dark pool of his midnight gaze.
‘That’s better.’
Still asserting his authority, Nikos took total command. With their eyes locked together, he started to move. The first few strokes were slow, silky-smooth. With her back braced against the wall he had the control he wanted, moving his hips to get just the right angle, gripping her shoulders with each skilful thrust. But he needed more.
Uttering something low and deep in his native tongue, Nikos lifted her up and wrapped her legs around him again, transferring his hands to the wall on either side of her head.
He started to thrust. Harder, deeper, and deeper still, each stroke taking Kate nearer and nearer to the edge of that precipice of oblivion. She fought it for a long as she could, intent on prolonging the ecstasy, never wanting this exquisite pleasure to end. But as Nikos’s thrusts became ever more forceful, his breath rasping hot and dry against her face, Kate gave herself permission to let go.
Her slick core tightened, then spasmed, and then again, building and building until Kate shook violently with the ultimate bliss, surrendering control to the ecstatic wonder of her orgasm, to the wonder of Nikos.
And as she fell she took Nikos with her. His guttural moan echoed around the room, his jerky shudder of release resonating throughout her body, filling her with joy.
CHAPTER EIGHT
‘WHAT TIME IS IT?’
Kate murmured the words against his naked chest.
‘Hmm...not sure.’
With the shutters closed, the bedroom was so dark there was no way of knowing. They had been in his bed for hours, Nikos did know that. And still he felt a wave of desire kicking in again. He could never have enough of Kate. Sex with her now was just as amazing, just as perfect, as it had been the first time around. Kate knew how to turn him on in a way that no other woman ever had or ever could. Somehow they just fitted, anticipating each other’s needs to perfection. Somehow it was just right.
And, judging by her moans of pleasure, by the wild thrashing of her limbs, the long, endless juddering of her beautiful orgasms, it felt the same for Kate. Nikos had made damned sure of it, in fact.
The thought that he might be compared to some other lover, past, present or future, filled him with a blind kind of fury that he couldn’t even to begin to address. If he had his way, no other man would so much as touch a hair on her head, let alone take her to bed.
Which left them where, exactly?
Nikos had no idea. Neither did he want to examine it. Right now they were man and wife, in bed together, doing what came so very naturally to them. He was going to make the most of that.
‘You hungry?’
Releasing his arm from where it was trapped under Kate’s body, he smoothed his hand over the top of her head. He loved the feel of her hair when it was short like this, silky and springy beneath his touch. He loved the way he could rake his fingers through it, feeling her scalp beneath. He loved the way it tickled his skin when she dipped her head to kiss his body, to taste him, to take him in her mouth.
He wanted to do it all over again. And again. But his stomach was telling him he had other needs.
‘Starving.’
‘Good.’
He swung his legs over the bed, pulled on a pair of boxers and crossed the room to open the shutters. On the other side of the majestic Grand Canal the buildings were floodlit a soft gold, the cafés busy under their red awnings. A couple of illuminated pleasure boats cut through the inky water.
‘Eat out or Room Service?’
He turned to look back at Kate, who had propped herself up in bed with the large pillows. With her face in shadow, he couldn’t easily read her expression, but her voice was warm and soft.
‘Room service, please.’
‘Anything in particular that you fancy?’ He stepped closer, just in time to see her bite back a smile.
‘You choose.’
Walking through to the adjoining salon, Nikos phoned through his order, then looked around for his cell phone. Finding it still in the pocket of his discarded jeans, he brought the screen to life as he walked back into the bedroom. He could hear Kate in the bathroom, splashing water in the basin.
