Page 36 of Vows of Revenge

Into heaven. Just...heaven...

The same melody was in her head now, and on her lips, as she gazed dreamily at Damos.

What was happening to her she didn’t know—hadn’t known since he had swept her across the dance floor, turning her around, and around, and around as they glided away. What her feet had been doing she hadn’t the faintest idea—she only knew what her heart rate had done. It had soared like a bird in flight...up, up and away...

She’d felt herself leaning back as they’d turned around the floor, and his hand at her waist had been supportive, and protective, and so much more. So much more than simply the firm clasp of his hand holding hers. So much more than the slight, but oh-so-potent smile he’d bestowed upon her as his eyes had rested on her face, their long lashes half veiling them, but never for a moment concealing what was in them...

She was still floating on air, floating off to heaven...just floating and floating.

The elevator stopped and the doors opened. Damos was ushering her out. His key card was in his hand and he was sliding it into the lock of the door to his suite. And she was going in...not even thinking to ask about her own room...not thinking at all...

Not realising that Damos was closing the door behind him...turning her towards him...and taking her into his arms...

Her mouth was silk. Her lips satin. His own lips only grazed lightly, so very lightly. He was using all his self-control to keep it like that. His arms were around her waist, hands on the rounded swell of her hips. As he lifted his head from hers he smiled that same half-smile he’d used on her as he’d taken her into his arms to dance with her. His eyes poured into hers.

‘You have absolutely no idea,’ he breathed, ‘how much I have been aching to do that.’

She was looking at him with dilated eyes...eyes that had turned as silvery as her gown. There was wonder in them, and more than wonder. She was looking at him in such a way that there was only one thing to do—only one.

He kissed her again. And this time the lightness could not hold...could not withstand his own desire. Desire that she had inflamed from that first stunned silence as she had walked towards him, her hidden beauty finally revealed to him. Desire that had been building achingly all evening.

Dancing with her had been both bliss and torture—but now the latter was gone and only the former could exist.

And bliss it was.

His hands tightened on her hips and instinctively he drew her closer to him as his kiss deepened. She yielded to both—and it was all he wanted. Her mouth opened to his, and in her throat he heard her give a little helpless moan. It inflamed him more...

Did she realise just how she was arousing him? Well, she would know soon—it would be impossible to deny. And he had no wish to deny it—no intention of doing so. No intention of doing anything at all except what he had been wanting to do all evening.

Her hands had lifted to his shoulders and he could feel, deliciously, the fingers of one hand sneaking around the column of his neck, spearing into his hair as his kiss deepened yet more. And against the wall of his torso he could feel, even more deliciously, her beautiful, shapely breasts...peaking.

Was she aware of that? Well, she would be soon...very, very soon.

He drew back, breathless, his gaze still pouring into hers.

‘Come,’ he said.

His voice was low, husked, and filled with his own desire. He reached to lift her hand away from his nape, clasping her loosely by the wrist as her other hand fell away and he freed her from his own grasp. For one long, lingering moment he let his gaze feast on her as she gazed back at him, eyes wide, pupils dilated, lips parted and bee-stung, her face filled with wonder and bemusement and so much more.

His mouth curved into that half-smile and he led her to his bedroom.

And to his bed.

Her gown fell from her in a pool of silver at her feet. Beneath she was wearing only a satin camisole and wispy briefs. A confection of lace was all that was keeping her sheer stockings on her thighs. She’d heard Damos’s breath catch as he’d slid down the zip at the back of her gown. She could not move—and why should she? For heaven was here, in his gaze upon her.

Desire blazed in his eyes, melting her with its heat. He said something in Greek, too low for her to make out the words. Besides, her blood was singing in her ears, her heart pounding in her breast. Then, abruptly, he was kneeling, and she realised he was unfastening the straps of her heeled sandals. She stepped out of them, her hand automatically going to his shoulder to balance herself. Then his hands were lifting...lifting to where her stockings were fastened. He undid them and one by one...silkily, gorgeously, arousingly...slid them down her limbs, freed her from them. Only then did he get to his feet again.

‘Your turn,’ he said.

And that half-smile that did such things to her was at his lips again.

She reached forward, sliding her hand between his jacket and his shirt, moving it up to his shoulder, easing his jacket from him. He caught it as it fell, tossing it carelessly aside to a nearby chair where it hung loosely. Then he lifted her hands to his tie. Carefully, a little frown of concentration on her face, she pulled at the ends, feeling it come away. Then, while her hands were there, she slipped the top button of his dress shirt. And then the next one. And the next...

Sliding her hands under the fine lawn of the dress shirt to the warm, smooth wall of Damos’s strong chest beneath, she let her hand splay, easing across languorously. She gave a sigh of pleasure...

As if it had been a signal his hand shot up, fastening around her wrist, and then, without Kassia quite understanding how, he was sweeping her up into his arms and lowering her down upon the bed. He was ripping the rest of his clothes from him. Waistcoat, shirt and tie and all the rest joined the jacket.

Instinctively, she shut her eyes. Damos fully clothed could set her pulse soaring—but Damosunclothed...

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