The hunger in his face was possessive, all-consuming, his grip over her calf unrelenting. “No, don’t hide. Leah, never hide yourself from me.”
Palm down, he touched her everywhere, from her shoulders bones to the valley between her breasts, from her abdomen to finally the one spot that ached for his attention.
When he covered her mound with his hand and pressed with the pad of his finger, Leah jerked, a spasm of spiraling pleasure gripping her belly.
His dark hand covering her wet warmth...fire flew in her veins. “I can smell your arousal, Leah,” he whispered at her ear and she hid her face in his chest even as she reveled in his raspy voice. “That I make you feel like this...it drives me crazy in my own skin.”
With a hand in her hair, he tugged her back, his grip just a little short of bruising. Dragged his mouth over her neck, leaving a trail of heat. “Every gasp you make, every moan that escapes you...tonight, they are mine. You, pethi mou, are all mine.”
Staring into his eyes, Leah dragged him down for another kiss. “As you’re mine,” she whispered against his mouth.
She had never seen that blistering need in his eyes, never seen those commanding eyes darken like that.
Two fingers moved arrogantly over her nipple, plucking and rubbing while his gaze stayed on her face.
The heat with which he watched her made her feel even more exposed than her nakedness. That she would know what it felt to be possessed by him, that he would know her like no other man ever had, it filled her blood with thrill.
“Touch me,” he commanded.
Still being plundered mercilessly by his mouth, Leah obeyed. If this was how alive she felt in his arms, she would be his willing slave, she thought, tucking her hand under his shirt.
He was so hot, the washboard stomach instantly clenching under her fingers, the shuddering exhale of his breath drenching her...he was as far gone in this madness as she was.
When she moved her hand down, and traced his arousal with shaking fingers outside his trousers, he thrust his hips into her hand.
Such carnal need touched his arrogant features that Leah felt like a victor.
Leaving her breasts, he traced her rib cage, drew sensuous circles around her navel, impatiently pulled her thong off.
When he fingered her folds after what seemed like an eternity of waiting, Leah shivered violently. When he said, “Widen your legs,” with such possessive intent, a feverish tremble claimed her.
When he pushed a finger, then two into her wet heat followed by a string of curses, she whimpered and dug her teeth into his shoulder.
The slick glide of his fingers was intrusive, yet addictive, his touch was alien and it felt as if she had been waiting for it, her entire life.
All of her being pulsed at her sex, on the erotic movements of his fingers as they disappeared into her aching folds, on the way he pulled her into the heat of his body...
“You are so responsive, Leah, I could do this all day long,” he uttered, his other hand moving up to cover her breast again.
“I couldn’t, Stavros, please...” she begged, the ever-spiraling tension too much to bear.
His fingers slicked in and out of her on a relentless tempo, stroking the fire along her nerve endings into an inferno.
She was gasping, sinking and sobbing, and she wanted more.
His hot mouth, trailing wet heat over her skin, reached her breast. With a groan that aroused her as much as his touch, he licked the aching nipple. Stroked it and played with it and did everything except what she wanted.
“Stop torturing me,” she said in a voice that sounded alien to her own ears.
She felt his smile against her mouth. “Say ‘please, Stavros,’” he whispered against her skin. He sounded drunk, guttural.
Joining in his game, she let go of the last layer of inhibition. She refused to beg however. Refused to bend to his will when she could demand what was hers... “Put your mouth where I want and I will put my mouth where you want it,” she dared.
His curse reverberated in the dead silence, seconds before his mouth closed on her nipple.
Sensation upon sensation beat over her. Her fingers sinking into his hair, she held him at her breast. Every time he closed his mouth over her nipple and sucked, a thousand little tremors began in her lower belly.