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“Okay. How do you want to do this?”
“This?” he said, grinning at the frown tying her brows. His wife was ever a problem-solver and he liked when she looked at him like that. A lot.
“I want to have sex with my husband. In fact, I’ve been panting for it for over...a month now. Pawing at him when he’s asleep like a creep.”
“How creepy did you get?”
She flushed and he laughed again. “Nothing south of the border. I like—” there was that vulnerability turning those eyes into molten pools again “—hearing your heart thud in my ear.”
He easily understood her unspoken fear and sobered up. “Mira—”
“That’s a discussion for another day. Especially since it will break our fragile peace if we go there now.”
“Turn on the light. I want to look at you. Properly.”
She reached for the remote, but hesitated. “My body’s already changing.”
“And I want to map every change, learn every rise and dip anew. Just looking at you, lying next to you in the most innocent ways, makes me rock hard, Mira. It has always been like that.”
The lights came on and Aristos looked at his wife. Whatever blood remained in his brain flooded south instantly.Christos, she’d always been his wet dream. But now, whether it was the pregnancy hormones or some inner resolve, she was glowing from inside out.
The baby-pink sleeveless silk top and matching shorts made her skin glow golden. The lacy neckline barely contained her breasts and even as he watched, the plump nipples he loved wrapping his tongue around pushed up boldly against the silk. A thin, long gold chain with a tiny pendant played peekaboo in her cleavage. Her shorts hung low on her hips and bunched against her thighs, leaving the bump of her belly bare.
“You’re so beautiful you take away my breath,yineka mou,” he whispered, giving her everything he felt in this.
Wrapping his fingers around her nape, he pulled her forward and tugged down the flimsy top and rubbed his stubble against one fat nipple.
Mira’s groan, long and guttural, made his cock impossibly, painfully hard.
He repeated the same motion against the other breast, knowing how sensitive she was there. Realizing she’d grown even more so with the pregnancy. Again and again, until she was the one undulating against him, the one driving his mouth over and over again to each peak, the one urging him to taste the turgid tip begging for his attention.
When he swirled his tongue over the taut bud and gently suckled her with his lips, Mira dug her nails into his shoulders. This was pain he welcomed, pain he relished because it told him that she wanted him. That Mira needed this from him. From the man he was. Only from him.
With his mouth devoted to her breasts, and his hands learning her all over, the smooth planes of her back, the tight indentation of her waist, the luscious swells of her buttocks, every inch he caressed with increasing fervor.
Laced by the knowledge that she was his. That she had asked to be his for the rest of their lives.
It was not exactly what he wanted, for he was a greedy bastard, an avaricious little mongrel who wanted everything when it was Mira. But still, that their arrangement was turning into a union they were both committed to, added a layer of renewed force to his desire.
He’d always felt possessive of Mira, even when she wasn’t in his life. But now, something visceral held him in its grip as he licked a trail down her cleavage.
With the same mindless urgency as his, Mira stroked her hands down his chest, his abdomen, his thighs and then back up again over and over and over, as if she was committing him to memory.
Her touch stalled, as her long fingers trailed over his damaged hip. Pulling away from him, she scooted herself into a kneeling position down the bed. She tugged his shorts down with an impatience he couldn’t hold against her. And then she touched her mouth to his hip.
Aristos groaned at her lush, swollen mouth lingering so near where he needed it desperately but hadn’t asked for.
She kissed the jagged lines and raised flesh of his hip with a reverence he didn’t deserve, that made his chest expand and tighten at the same time. Mumbling something he couldn’t even hear, she pressed kisses all over the damaged area, kneading it just right with her long strong fingers. His groan when he let it escape was filled with both relief and pleasure.
“Does it hurt?”
He shook his head, unable to master his voice.
“You know I regretted something about that night all those months ago.”
“I don’t want to hear this. Because I have no regrets.”
She smiled then. And it was full of delight and wickedness and desire. And he wondered if he could drown in it. He wondered if she had bewitched him from that first day almost twenty years ago. He wondered if one day he would stop wanting to see something else in her eyes when she looked at him.
