He raked the highly sensitized point with his teeth slowly, as if he was savoring every second of it and Leah came with a scream that shattered the hot silence.
Everything inside her splintered into a thousand shards as the tremors piled on and on in mind-numbing pleasure.
Even as her voice turned hoarse with her continued gasps and screams, even as her breath left her lungs entirely, he didn’t let go. His fingers continued their assault, wringing every last pull of her muscles, turning her into a mass of shuddering sensation.
When he let go of her, she flopped onto him, damp and hot and shivering, her limbs incapable of independent motion.
She heard the rasp of his zipper, followed by the quiet swish of his trousers falling and somehow, managed to look up.
The streak of color in his tight cheeks, that muscular chest falling and rising, the washboard abs, and his erection, thick and corded, lying against his belly... He was a vision, a sight she thought she would never see.
A new friction began to build between her thighs. “Wow,” she said, reaching out to touch him.
The velvety weight of him was nothing like she had imagined.
Tawny irises dilated to dark pools as she wrapped her hand around it.
Tiny tremors pulsed through her sex as she rubbed the soft tip, and she marveled at her own body’s reaction to him. He hissed out a breath as she tested the weight and feel of it. Cursed as she fisted him and moved up and down in a movement as instinctual as breathing.
“I’m ready to keep my word now,” she said boldly, intent on tasting him, intent on driving him as mad as he had done her.
A dark smile warmed his gaze. “Yes?”
She nodded.
“I have not tasted you either, ne?” he said with such carnal intent that she instinctively clutched her thighs together.
But he jammed a rock-hard thigh in between. Her sensitive core rubbed against that hard thigh and a whimper escaped her.
Tugging her head back, he ravished her mouth until her lips stung. Every inch of her vibrated. “This madness, it is only beginning, pethi mou. Another night, we will taste each other.”
He was so velvety hard in her hand and the need to know how he would feel inside her, the need to know Stavros in this raw moment...
“Do not look away, Leah. I want to see every expression on your face, I want to hear every sound you make.”
One hand moved over her body in long, lingering strokes, over her breasts, over her stomach, and then, in one thrust that breached her virginity, in one movement that changed her forever, he entered her.
CHAPTER TWELVE
THE PAIN THAT streaked through Leah’s eyes, the jagged whimper that fell from her swollen mouth arrested Stavros when he would have thrust deeper inside her. The walls of her sex were so tight around his rigid shaft, the friction so unbearably good that he had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop.
The taste of his own blood finally punctured that haze.
Slowly, as if he was waking through a fog that owned his senses, he tried to shake off the fever that clung to his skin and muscles. The dawn of truth on his lust-riddled brain was slow, excruciating.
Cristos, she was as untried in body, as innocent as she had been of all the wrongs he had attributed to her.
Another horribly wrong misstep on his part.
He had taken her so roughly, on his bloody desk of all places! For five years, he had lived like a monk and now, pushed inside her like an animal...
Shame and fury roped together inside. He wanted to pound his fist into the desk. The only thing that stopped him was the thought of scaring her.
Sweat beaded on his brow. Marshaling his thoughts by the skin of his teeth, he looked down at her. Her pinched lips, the white pallor of her cheeks...it was like a lash against his skin.
“Looks like more lies, little wife,” he snarled.
Color returned to her cheeks and with it, that reckless defiance that had given him sleepless nights. Like a bloody switch, he hardened even more inside her. “You assumed everything about me,” she replied, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
Every inch of him felt the heat of her fingers, of her breath feathering over his skin.
He was so aroused, his body so out of his control that he closed his eyes and willed his breath to calm down. Holding her hips, he slowly pulled out, the slick slide of her walls too much temptation to resist.