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She was absorbing these new, thrilling sensations when he sank his fingers into the delicate lace and ripped it off her body. Her louder gasp earned her a feral smile.
‘Forgive me,’ he said.
She laughed. ‘Somehow I don’t think you truly mean that.’
He shrugged. ‘I will buy you a dozen more.’
‘I can buy them for myself, thank you. But bear in mind that what goes around comes around.’
His eyes gleamed with something resembling respect.
In the next breath though, his expression was changing, his gaze dropping to the place he had uncovered. He muttered something in Greek she didn’t quite catch, and then he was lifting her leg, throwing it over his shoulder and pressing his mouth to her heated core.
Imogen yelped, delight overtaking her instantly. ‘Zeph!’
Her shout out of his name accompanied the crumbling of her knees. He caught her easily, splaying her out on the carpet like a sumptuous feast before delving back between her thighs.
Her back arched, her senses flowering wide open as desire overtook her.
Perhaps it was because so much time had passed since the first time he’d done this to her, but Imogen felt every stroke of his tongue with twice the delight. Twice the saturated pleasure. And in no time at all, she was thrown into a sweet and turbulent climax, convulsions seizing her as she screamed his name.
She was coming down from the most exhilarating high of her life when she felt him tug off her bra.
He didn’t immediately caress her breasts the way she had been expecting, instead his mouth trailed up her neck to her ear.
‘I look forward to doing that again and again. And again. You look sublime when you are in the throes of passion,’ he murmured.
She dragged her eyes open and stared into his heated ones.
His smile was laden with intent, his hands busy moulding her breasts now she had stopped panting. His gaze dropped to the tight nubs, watching his fingers torment her. When her fever started to rise again, Zeph paused.
Surging upright, he quickly discarded his clothes.
With one quick move, he scooped her up from the carpet and strode to the bed.
There, he perched her on the edge, sank fingers into her hair and sealed his mouth on hers in a kiss that had her blood singing wildly in her veins.
Imogen feared she was about to die of pleasure before he broke the kiss. With urgency that spoke of his waning control, Zeph retrieved a condom from the bedside table. With equally hurried movements, he sheathed himself and then reached for her.
Another ravishing kiss and he was bearing them down onto the bed. Finally he was wrapping those magic lips on one nipple, licking and sucking until her eyes rolled. Until all rational thought dissolved.
‘Please, Zeph. Please!’
Firm hands gripped her thighs, spread her wide and then he straightened, staring down at her for a minute before he notched his rigid length against her core.
With one relentless thrust, he was surging deep, deeper inside her. Her eyes rolled shut as bliss overtook her, her legs rising to circle his hips in a desperate need to keep him right there.
‘Open your eyes, Imogen. Watch me. Be reminded of who you belong to.’
She opened them, met his gaze again. ‘You think I’ve forgotten? That I can ever forget?’ There was a trace of lamentation in her heart when she said those words. Because it dawned on her that, whatever happened, she would never get through a day without thinking of him. Whether he heard it or not, the only visible response was primal. A flare of possessiveness in his eyes that accepted her words as his due.
‘Poly kalos.’Very good. ‘But you will watch all the same. Because I think we’ve established that it is better this way,ochi?’
God. This dogged determination. This raw, carnal demand from a man who’d plucked her from Texas, slapped his name on her then pretended she didn’t exist? It was slicing away her fortitude layer by layer. And Imogen was terrified of what he might eventually uncover—a hungry, yearning soul, desperate for warmth. For love?
One hand slipped beneath her shoulder blades to clench in her hair as the other gripped her hip. And then he was pounding into her, every look, every touch, every caress denied until now feeding a ravenous hunger that demanded fulfilment.
When she thought she would go clean out of her mind, when she believed that there would be nothing left by the time he was done with her, another layer of pleasure sent her soaring off the peak, one scream piling into another in a blinding climax.
