“No more pain,” she said against his shoulder.
He thrust in again, slowly but forcefully. Reminded himself to speak again through the delirious heat enveloping him. “Now?”
“It feels achy...full...incredibly hot...” she half sobbed.
“Hold on tight to me, thee mou,” he whispered, and pulled all the way out.
She whimpered, like a kitten denied her treat. “I feel empty now,” she said, meeting his gaze, unbuttoning his shirt.
He thrust back in again, heat curling through his muscles as she slapped those long fingers over his chest. Scraped a flat nipple with her nail. “Now?”
“Oh God, Stavros...” a guttural groan escaped her.
Grabbing her hips, he locked her against him as he built up a rhythm. His climax was rushing at him, hard, explosive. Spots were beginning to dance behind his eyes. His pulse raced, his lungs burst. Every thrust brought him closer to the edge and he couldn’t contain the momentum, couldn’t control his pace.
Desperation took the place of finesse, animal lust destroyed concern for her.
“Leah...I can’t slow down now, pethi mou.”
“Don’t.” She opened her mouth against his chest, and he jerked. Pleasure hung around on a serrated edge as she dug her teeth in, harder. “I want all of you, Stavros. I want everything you give.”
Clutching her bottom, he tilted her and thrust again.
“I want to die, now. It’s so much,” she moaned.
“Look down,” he commanded, raking through the sheer lust to find an iota of control, determined to push her to the edge one more time.
She did. A raw groan fell from her mouth.
“Touch yourself, galika mou.” The desk shook with his thrusts, blood whooshed in his ears.
Shock flashed in her eyes. “No. I...can’t. That’s...just...” Her innocence tugged at him even as she undid every one of his rules with her innate sensuality.
Christos, this need for her would not stop here, would never stop consuming him.
He licked the rim of her ear, and pleaded, as he had never done before. “Imagine that it is me touching your wet heat, imagine it is me licking you there... Do it for me, Leah. Please.”
Color streaking her cheeks, she met his gaze. “You would like it?”
“It would be the most erotic sight I would ever see.”
Her mouth trembling, she snuck her hand between their bodies. Her long finger reached between them slowly. “Go on...”
Her head went back, her back arched as she stroked herself.
Stavros groaned, pumped into her, hard and fast, pleasure drenching him in sweat, robbing his breath from him.
“Come for me, Leah.”
For once, in his life, the firecracker that his wife was, complied.
Pleasure burst in his veins, in his blood, in his muscles as Leah came with a long, drawn-out groan and her contracting muscles pulled at him.
His climax knocked his breath out, and his mind blanked out as he broke apart into a thousand pieces and got back together again.
Theos, he had waited because it had been the right thing to do, because his honor wouldn’t let him cheat on his wife even if he didn’t live with her. But, he had never expected it to be this life-changing, mind-numbing experience with her.
Leah was in his blood now, a craving in his gut. He would never have enough of her. Of her lithe body, of her glorious smile, of her sometimes infuriating words.
He had never known this exhilaration as he did with Leah, he had never felt so alive. He had never felt so needy as he did with her. He had never wanted to change, never wanted to risk his emotions as he did with her.
He had never wondered what else he had been missing out on as he did with her.
Running his hands over her shaking form, he hugged her to him. She was so fragile. And yet he felt like he was the one who was risking everything. “Leah, say something,” he whispered into her scalp.
“Hmmm?” she said, lazily snuggling into him.
“You are all right?”
Her mouth opened against his chest. “I want more of you, more of this.”
Laughter burst out of him. The tightness in his chest relented as she vined her arms around his waist, opened her hot mouth against his shivering muscles and kissed him. He let out a long breath, unmanned by her tenderness.