Page 93 of Secrets, Lies and Love

I close my eyes, delighting in the feeling of being taken carelessly by a male crazy about his female. We are just man and woman, without rules, past, or guilt.

He rides me with ferocity, making me scream his name so many times that the cries merge together.

"Show me how much you love me," he says as he enters me voraciously, pumping into my body as if possessing me is as vital as his next breath.

"I love you. I'm yours, Dionysus. Don't you know that yet?"

He leans back, biting my ear. "Mine,"he roars.

"Yes."

He rises again, pushing himself inside me at the same time as his finger invades my untouched place.

I moan, embarrassed but also delighted.

"You like that, don't you?"

"Yes . . . Oh!"

"You are my woman, Cecily. Mygirlfriend, not one mereaffair. I want you with me, in me, and I wish you were pregnant with my child."

I don't think he really knows what he's saying. I believe it's a bit of fury over our fight mixed with frustration that I didn't surrender like my predecessors did.

"You don’t. You just want me. Let's not complicate everything. I love you, and I'm not demanding commitment."

He lifts me up, without leaving my sex, but the height difference between us is big, so I need to rest my hands on the table, reclining.

"You have no idea what I want, Cecily," he says enigmatically.

The way he has me now is almost cruel, but I want more.

I am sensitive, in body and mind. I want his connection and passion. I want his wanting and desire. His hunger and even his lack of control.

I know from his breathing that he's almost reaching climax, but he's a generous lover and he's determined to take me along with him.

He touches my clit, and I shiver, completely at the mercy of his hands.

He caresses me slowly, focusing along my pleasure, even though I know he's very close to his own release. His thrusts are vigorous but at a slower pace now as he murmurs words in Greek that, despite not understanding, I assume are affectionate.

This combination makes my orgasm build in the opposite direction of how he’s taking me—rampant and needy.

"Come for me,yineka mou?*."

"Dionysus . . ."

"Give yourself up, Cecily."

His words free me from myself, making anything other than absolute submission impossible.

With a loud moan and an “I love you,” I surrender to my baby’s father.

He holds me, gives me everything, concentrating on my pleasure, and only when my tremors subside does he pull out of me, lean back on the table, and come on my buttocks and back.

"Surrender," he repeats, lying down on my body.

"How can I give you more?"

"I don't just want sex. I want your trust. Give me everything."

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