He took another breath, sharper than before. “Come here,” he commanded. She moved, her feet propelling her forward until she stood a hair’s breadth from him. Heat emanated from him and her blood surged. He inhaled again; this time it was a shaky sound that told her he wasn’t as in control as he wanted to be. She waited, forcing him to verbalize his need, just as she’d screamed hers moments ago.
“What do you want, Nick?” she enquired throatily.
He closed his eyes for a moment, the hands twitching at his sides speaking volumes. When he opened his eyes again she gasped at the hunger in their depths.
“You. Take me in your arms and kiss me.” The words were so hoarse and thick, had she not been as close as she was to him, she wouldn’t have understood them.
She lifted her hands, slid them up his strong arms and over his shoulders, and locked them behind his neck. She brought her body into full contact with his, her breasts pressing into his heaving chest. Rising on tiptoe, she pressed her open lips against his.
With a shuddering moan, he crushed her to him, the power of his kiss sending her head reeling backward. Her answering moan only spurred him on, his mouth devouring hers before setting a trailing path down her throat. He paused at her ear, nibbling hungrily on her lobe. “Touch me, my Aphrodite,” he rasped. “Make me burn for you.”
She didn’t need a second bidding. Her eager hands explored his hard body, egged on by his throaty encouragement. When her fingers grazed over his nipples, he shuddered again, his less than gentle nip on the soft flesh of her shoulder a sign his control was slipping. Her hands drifted down, explored the sculpted contours of his stomach before moving around to knead his firm buttocks.
His hips jerked, pushing his engorged penis urgently into her stomach. She drifted her hands back again over packed muscle, down to his front, teased them through his rough male hair before she took him firmly in both hands. She gloried in the weight and girth of him, running her hands back and forth over his velvet hardness. He grunted harshly, his head rearing back on a sharp inhale. With half-closed eyes, he lanced her with a look so potent she gasped. She understood what he wanted, but she made him say it.
“Tell me what you want, Nick.”
“I want you to open your body to me, matia mou. I want to come home.”
His words made her tremble. She held him a moment longer, reveling in the power she knew was only fleeting. He shuddered once more, his jaw clenched in his effort to stay in control. But her needs were equally urgent, the need to feel his powerful cock inside her supreme. With one final stroke, she released him. Her chest tightened when he left her to grab a condom from his trousers, but the momentary tinge of sadness was brushed aside by clamoring desire for him. The second he was within touching distance, she locked her arms around his neck, levered herself up, and wound her legs around his hips.
Nick’s arm came around her waist to clamp her to him. He took a step forward and with his other hand braced himself on the wall. But he didn’t enter her. He remained still, his eyes intent on hers, waiting for permission. She brought her mouth to his, stopping a whisper away until their heated breaths mingled. Unable to bear it any longer, she whispered the words they both wanted to hear.
“Yes, Nick.”
…
With a hoarse growl ripped from deep inside him, Nick plunged into Belle, burying himself in her welcoming warmth. They both shook with the force of his possession. Buried deep inside her, he stilled, fighting for control as her tight muscles enclosed him, wrapping around him like a silken prison he never wanted to escape from.
She flexed her hips, and he bit back another groan as pure sensation coursed through him. Shit, he was already close, so close he feared not giving her satisfaction again before reaching fulfillment himself. Clinging with gut-wrenching tenacity to his control, he pulled back, his legs almost giving way when her insides clung to him with ardent devotion.
Closing his eyes, he thrust again, his effort rewarded when she trembled, a deep moan vibrating through her. Hanging on to his fast-slipping control for a few moments longer, he pleasured her—pleasured them both—with slow, long thrusts.
But soon it was unsustainable. Tension gripped the back of his legs, and he knew he was at the point of no return. When it climbed up his back to grip his neck, he increased his pace, knowing oblivion was a few short heartbeats away.
Before he was ready, sensation climbed into his brain and through his entire body and exploded in a shower of light. He groaned in rapture even as he continued pumping, desperate to wring every last ounce of ecstasy from this moment. When Belle cried out, he pumped faster, his lips fusing eagerly with hers as she started to convulse once again in his arms. The tugging sensation of her orgasm made his breath catch as his pleasure was prolonged. At the sound of her broken sobs, his heart tripped, and he felt a sense of homecoming so strong, he swallowed hard. He broke their kiss and laid his forehead against hers, reveled in her full breasts heaving against his chest as she panted her pleasure.
Afterwards he held her, murmured grateful, soothing words in his father tongue as their bodies quieted.
When her breathing returned to normal, he leaned down and kissed her cheeks, then the corner of her mouth.
“Efkharisto, Tinkerbelle mou. You’ve made your husband a very happy man.” He heard the huskiness of his words and prayed she’d believe their sincerity this time.
Her eyes lit up, but a split second later, dark clouds invaded their green depths. Reading the reason behind the pain in her expression, he stifled a curse and struggled to keep his voice even.
“Let us make a promise to one another, Tinkerbelle. Tonight is not for thinking about the past, or the future—no arguments, no mention of truces. Tonight, let’s just live and share paradise. Tomorrow will come soon enough, and we can make it whatever we want it to be. Okay?”
He held his breath and waited for her answer. After what seemed like an eternity, she nodded, her clouded eyes clearing a little even though she smiled.
Rising on tiptoe, she brushed her mouth with his. “To living and sharing in paradise. For tonight.”
His heart tripped, then accelerated, his lungs expanding with relief as he took in much needed breath. He crushed her to him, and when her arms tightened around his neck in response, he made a second, silent promise to himself.
He might only have one night to make it happen, but come morning, she would abandon all plans of leaving him. He would use every single second to prove his devotion to her.
Starting now.
“I’m going to turn on the shower again for a quick wash before we go upstairs, okay?” he asked as he pulled out of her and lowered her down gently.