Page 44 of Forbidden Greek Mistress
And only when she began to dig her nails into his shoulders, and had tears pouring down the sides of her face, did he relent.
He built up one more fire. He made sure that she burned first.
And then, only then, did he follow her.
For a while, everything was scorchingly hot and just as beautiful.
Saskia couldn’t believe that she had finally made it back here, to this bed, with him.
When she felt him stir beside her, she rolled over and threw her leg over him so that she could straddle him, for a change. He smiled up at her, and so she took her time, sliding up and down his chest. Kissing him and biting him, and laying her own kind of claim all over that glorious body of his.
When he kept trying to grab her, she shook her head. She made herself frown at him.
“Place your fingers behind your head,” she told him.
His arrogant brow rose, but he looked delighted. “And if I refuse?”
“Then there will be penalties.”
“But what if I like the penalties?” he asked, with a laugh.
Then he stopped laughing, because she slid all the way down the length of his body and found her way between his legs. Then she smiled up at him, held his gaze, and sucked him deep into her mouth.
He didn’t keep his hands where she told him to. But that wasn’t surprising. They ended up in her hair, and though he let her play at first, as it went on, he began to guide her. He began to use her head as he liked, and it had the expected effect on her. Immediately.
She loved it. And if Saskia had any doubt that she loved it, her entire body broke out in goose bumps. She was slick between her thighs.
As he thrust into her mouth, she came close enough to her own cliff.
And then, when he threw back his head and flooded her, she came too.
He was hauling her up almost immediately, flipping her over and finding his way between her thighs, because he knew. He tossed her legs over his shoulders and settled in.
Saskia could feel him hum his approval, deep between her legs.
And then everything was the way he ate at her, the way he licked and sucked, and enjoyed himself so obviously that he had her bucking against him and crying out his name—so fast that it ought to have been embarrassing.
But it wasn’t. It was Thanasis. It was the two of them. It wasthis.
Before she was done falling apart, he was pulling her to him once more. Then they were kissing again, deep and wild.
He pushed his way inside her once more with her legs wrapped tight around him, her heels encouraging him to go faster, harder,forever—
Because everything was blistering heat, and the glory of this thing was only theirs.
And this time, when they burned to ash, they did it together.
CHAPTER TEN
Thanasis didn’t wantto fall asleep. He wanted to marinate in every moment—but he must have drifted off anyway. Because when he woke, Saskia was pressed against his side with one hand flat over his heart.
He was surprised she didn’t wake when he felt it kick. Hard.
But she kept sleeping.
And he stared up at the ceiling, the sweet weight of her nestled warm and tight beside him, and wondered what he had done.
When Saskia finally stirred, he operated purely on instinct and memory and pulled her into his arms. By the time he realized what he was doing, it was too late. He was kissing the top of her head, then her sleepy mouth. Then he carried her into the bathroom the way he’d always done in the past. He ran a bath and while it was filling, he brought her into the shower and rinsed her off thoroughly. Only then did he settle her into the bath and climb in across from her, so they could both soak.
