The Greek Billionaires Love-Child

Ella gasped as his clever fingers slid between her thighs and rested there, close to the part of her that was aching with longing.

It had been four months…

She shifted her hips slightly but he didn’t move his hand. Instead his firm, sexy mouth glided onto hers with effortless skill and the sounds of the night outside faded out of her brain as excitement erupted inside her.

The first time he’d ever kissed her she’d decided that she could happily spend the rest of her life doing this one thing and never stop. And this time she had no reason to rethink that ambition. What Nikos could do to a woman’s mouth was something that no female should die without experiencing.

The erotic slide of his tongue sent a fire burning low in her pelvis and she shifted against the sheets. His fingers rested at the top of her thigh, tantalisingly close to that part of her that ached and throbbed. But he didn’t move his hand. Instead, he transferred his mouth from her lips to her breasts, teasing her jutting, sensitised nipples with the slow, relentless graze of his tongue. It was like completing an electric circuit. Sensation arced through her body, piercing her low in her pelvis. Ella lifted her hips in silent invitation but still his fingers didn’t move—didn’t touch her where she most wanted to be touched.

She gave a tiny gasp of frustration and desperation and when he drew the whole of her nipple into his warm mouth, that gasp turned to a moan and then a sob.

When exactly had he removed her panties?

The question flew into her head and out again because she was too dizzy and dazed to hold onto any coherent thought for long. Her body was on fire, her only focus to relieve the maddening ache that he had aroused in her.

‘Nikos…’

But he ignored her whispered plea and instead turned his attention to her other breast while his clever, teasing fingers gently stroked the inside of her thigh, slowly driving her mad with longing.

He trailed his mouth down her body and lingered for a moment on her gently rounded flesh. ‘My baby.’

His possessive tone set off an alarm bell in her head but Ella was too excited to pay attention. The ache in her pelvis was almost painful and her breath came in tiny gasps as she tried to snatch air into her starving lungs. The whole of her world was centred around his fingers—waiting, just waiting…

But in the end it wasn’t his fingers that touched her first, it was his mouth.

With firm, determined hands he gently spread her thighs and settled his mouth on that single part of her which he’d so far delayed touching, and it felt so impossibly good that Ella cried out.

He gave her no opportunity to resist or be embarrassed because he identified his target with effortless accuracy, the relentless flick of his tongue so shockingly skilled that her fingers gripped the sheets in desperation.

He took her right to the very edge and held her there, trembling and shivering with expectation and anticipation and then he shifted over her, his eyes holding hers.

Barely able to breathe, Ella looked into his eyes and then gasped as he gently slid his fingers deep inside the quivering softness that he’d created at the very heart of her. She moaned, knowing that she was close to exploding.

And he knew it too because he gently withdrew his fingers and shifted over her, and only then did she realise that he was naked, too.

Exactly how and when he’d removed the last of their clothes she didn’t know. Neither did she care because she felt the roughness of his thigh brush against the softness of hers and then he slid a hand underneath her bottom, raising her slightly.

‘You are exquisite,’ he breathed, and then he entered her with a series of smooth, gliding thrusts that took him right to the very heart of her.

Her body exploded into an instant orgasm and she heard him swear under his breath as her body tightened around the powerful thrust of his arousal. He held himself still for a moment, teeth gritted, jaw hardened as he fought for control while she sobbed and clung to him. His hand scraped through her hair and he took her mouth, silencing her cries with his kiss, holding her hard against him as she tumbled and trembled in a sensual explosion that affected both of them.

Finally her body calmed and he groaned something in Greek against her mouth and then moved inside her again, the raw virility of his thrusts sending her spiralling out of control once more.

And this time she took him with her, the spasms of her body drawing a thickened groan from him as he surged into her with masculine force and then shuddered above her as he finally lost his iron grip on control.