Before she could respond, he’d thrust his hand in her hair and directed her head back to meet the relentless onslaught of his kiss. Ferocious desire was tinged with an edge of frustration, the demanding eroticism of his tongue in her mouth and his hands moulding her breasts setting off blazes that spread like brush fire through her body. She was breathless and weak-kneed when he lifted his head.
‘Put your hands on the glass and don’t move.’
She gasped. ‘What?’
‘Do as I say,’ he instructed gruffly, his gaze almost challenging.
Her stomach dipped with wild excitement as she complied.
His hand stayed on her breast, fondling and teasing her nipple as his other traced her body from arm to waist to thigh and back up again.
‘Your skin feels like silk,’ he murmured, almost in wonder. ‘And your hair is like the purest flame.’
Trembling seized her, once again the sensation of plummeting towards an emotionally devastating destination growing inside her as her heart unfurled at his words.
‘I want to kiss every inch of you.’
‘Xandro...’
‘Yes, pedhaki mou. I’m going to.’
He put word to deed, starting with her nape and trailing kisses down her spine, all the while caressing her with his expert hands. She pried open eyes she didn’t remember shutting when she felt his breath on her sex.
To see such a powerful, dynamic man on his knees before her threatened her very sanity. And then that sanity was lost when he parted her thighs and worshipped her with his mouth.
Bliss pummelled her with the force of a thousand drumbeats, drawing cries and then screams from her as she shattered under his touch. And still he didn’t relent.
With one powerful lunge he was back on his feet, positioning himself behind her. She heard the rip of a condom foil and then, a moment later, strong hands gripped her waist.
‘I’ve wanted to take you like this since that first morning we watched the sunrise together,’ he rasped in her ear.
Her fierce blush brought a husky laugh. Which abruptly cut off the second he thrust, hot and hard, inside her.
The power of his possession lifted her to her toes. ‘Oh!’
With a not quite steady hand, he swept her hair out of the way, planted kisses along her jaw before resting his cheek alongside hers. ‘You feel exquisite, Sage mou.’ His voice was barely coherent.
And she had lost the power of speech. So they stayed like that, cheek to cheek, as he completely took her over, the tempo of his thrusts and the magnificent power of the body curled around hers dragging them towards mind-altering nirvana.
‘Xandro!’
‘Ne, glikia mou. Give it up for me,’ he commanded hoarsely.
With another cry, she flung herself over the edge. He followed a minute later, shouting his release as his chest pressed into her back and his arms banded tight around her waist. She was glad he was holding her up because her legs weren’t in the mood to heed her brain.
And she had a strong suspicion her heart was headed in a direction of its own too. She was still grappling with that knowledge when she felt the sensation of warmth on her face. She didn’t need to open her eyes to know the sun had risen.
‘Against your beauty, this view has lost its power,’ he murmured between kisses on her shoulder.
The fear that she was falling deeper into the unknown tightened a knot in her belly and made her stiffen.
‘What is it?’ he demanded immediately.
‘I don’t need false odes, Xandro.’
He paused for a long, silent minute. Then he pulled away, leaving a chasm deep inside her even as he turned her in his arms.
She kept her gaze down against his intense scrutiny. ‘Is there something we need to talk about, Sage?’