Sale or Return Bride

Her body throbbed and ached from his all too skilled seduction and she was just desperate for him to finish what he’d started.

‘Say it,’ he said harshly, shifting his weight so that his powerful body covered hers, teasing her further. She felt his silken arousal hard against her and curled her legs round him, arching in mute invitation.

Still he held himself back, his gaze faintly mocking as he looked down at her.

‘Lose that English reserve. Tell me what you want, agape mou,’ he commanded and she lay looking up at him, totally in his control, her heart beating rapidly and her body consumed by a powerful craving that she just had to satisfy.

‘You,’ she groaned softly, writhing under him in a wanton attempt to get closer. ‘You. I want you. Please.’

With a growl of masculine satisfaction, Sebastien slid an arm under her hips, lifted her in a decisive movement and thrust into her with barely restrained masculine force.

Shocked by the power of that alien invasion, Alesia gave a sharp cry and her eyes flew wide and clashed with his.

She saw the sudden speculation in his sultry, sexy gaze and kept her expression blank. She didn’t want him to know. The brief pain faded, extinguished by her driving need for physical satisfaction, and she moved her hips under his. His eyes still holding hers, he lowered his head and captured her mouth, teasing and tasting with his tongue until her whole body was burning hot and writhing under his.

Only then did he move again, this time incredibly gently as if he was trying not to hurt her. And his unexpected tenderness made the whole experience unbearably erotic. Alesia clutched at his broad shoulders and slid her hands down his muscular back, feeling the degree of strength and power that he’d so carefully leashed on her account.

Without moving his mouth from hers, he lifted her with a strong arm, shifting her position, and ripples of excitement exploded through her sensitized body as he changed the angle.

How did he know?

How did he know to move in a certain way, touch her in a certain way?

How could he make her feel like this?

She gasped his name against his mouth and he gave a growl of satisfaction low in his throat and thrust hard, each stroke long and deep as he controlled her and drove her to completion. She shot into orgasm with a strangled cry of disbelief, her body convulsing around his in waves and waves of pulsing ecstasy that refused to end.

It was wild and uninhibited and totally outside her control, her body just exploding in a frenzy of raw sexual excitement.

She heard him mutter something rough in Greek and then with a harsh groan he grabbed her hips and buried himself deeper still, not even giving her a chance to escape from the storm that was overtaking them.

She felt his hardness and his heat and then felt his muscles bunch as her frantic convulsions propelled him to his own climax. She felt his fingers dig into her scalp, felt the liquid pulse of his release as he powered into her, driven over the edge by the living force they’d created between them.

Locked in the throes of pleasure which refused to diminish, Alesia slid a hand over his muscled back, feeling the heat of his skin, the vital masculinity of the man, as he struggled to control his breathing.

His weight crushed her to the bed, his body still locked with hers in the most intimate way possible, and it crossed her mind that this was the closest she’d ever felt to anyone in her life. They were connected in every sense of the word.

For a long moment Alesia lay still, utterly stunned by what had happened.

Never in her wildest dreams or fantasies had she imagined that it would be like that.

That two human beings could be so close.

With a brief frown of confusion she lifted a hand hesitantly and touched his bronzed shoulder.

What had happened?

She’d started out hating him, and now—

She swallowed hard and tried to make sense of what had just happened. Sifting through her tangled emotions, suddenly she couldn’t find the hatred any more. How could you share such intimacies with someone and hate them?

And surely he couldn’t hate her, either? How could something so perfect have been created out of hate? It wasn’t possible—

She felt something inside her melt away, leaving her exposed and vulnerable but she didn’t care. She’d discovered something that she hadn’t known existed. Something amazing.

Guilt and confusion mingled inside her. They’d shared something really honest and yet she’d told him such lies. What would he say if he knew the extent to which she was deceiving him?

Maybe she should tell him—

After what they’d shared, she needed to be honest.

Sebastien lifted his dark head and stared down at her flushed cheeks and bruised mouth for a long moment. Then he rolled on to his back and covered his face with a bronzed forearm.