From One Night to Wife

More Greek words were breathed out against her lips as one hand moved up her body to cup her breast, releasing a jolt of heady desire. She let her head fall back, sighing in pleasure as he kissed her throat. She arched towards him, supported by the strength of his arm, as his thumb and finger teased her nipple. Shockwaves of desire rushed through her.

‘I think we should take this inside.’

His husky voice sounded far away as desire rushed around her, more consuming than she’d ever known it.

She lifted her head, bringing her face so close to his that she felt his breath warm on her face and the beat of his heart as it thumped in unison with hers. She couldn’t speak, couldn’t say a word. She was choked with emotion, so full of the most powerful need of him.

As if sensing this, he swept her from her feet, his strong arms holding her in a firm grasp. Every step he took as he marched purposefully back into the villa shuddered through her, increasing the desire which threatened to consume her completely.

‘This is becoming a bit of a habit,’ she said, keeping her voice light as they entered the villa and he made his way up the wide staircase into what could only be the master bedroom.

She slid from his hold and stood before him, the urgency of her need for him almost too much. Judging by the hard set of his face and his passion-darkened eyes, he was struggling with the same desire.

The need to show him that she too could be ruthless, could take what she wanted, was rushing over her so strongly she couldn’t fight it any longer. She placed her palms on his chest, forcing him back until he had no option but to sit on the end of the bed. His eyebrows shot up as she continued her dominance, her legs astride his as she moved over him, her lips meeting his, demanding, fierce and brave.

His hands gripped her thighs, his fingers digging erotically into her flesh, and she moved against his erection, making him groan. The sound was snatched away by her kiss. She pushed her body forward, forcing him back against the white duvet, teasing him as she held herself above him.

The deep growl of words which rushed out between kisses sounded so passionate, so erotic, and all she wanted was for them to be loving words.

‘This is what we have,’ she whispered, surprised at how husky her voice had become. ‘Passion and pleasure.’

His hands slipped under her dress and up her bare legs. She stilled in anticipation of his touch, and when it came she gasped with shocked pleasure. He stoked the fire of urgency ever higher, despite the barrier of her panties, and she almost fell apart just from that touch.

Quickly she moved away from him, tugging at the fastening of his jeans. His large hands covered hers, stilling their desperate fumbling, and his gaze locked with hers.

‘Allow me,’ he said sexily, his words so deep and accented they were barely discernible as English.

She slid away as he practically ripped the denim from his legs, throwing his jeans aside without a care. She glanced at the black hipsters that stretched tightly across him and raised her brows.

He laughed—a throaty sound that made a coil of lust unfurl at the very core of her.

‘This is a new side to you. I like it.’

Before she could think of a response he pulled them off, lying back against the bed, his eyes daring her to take control again. She didn’t need any more invitation. She loved him and she wanted to show him exactly how much—just once, at least.

Without a thought for anything other than this, she sat on him once more, pressing herself intimately against him, feeling his scorching heat against her. But still it wasn’t enough. She wanted more—much more.

He reached up to her shoulders and dragged down the straps of her dress and bra in one move, exposing her breasts, her nipples hardened by desire. She arched towards him, sighing in pleasure as he lifted himself up, taking one nipple in his mouth. The sensation was so wild it was all she could do to support herself over him. As his tongue tortured first one nipple, then the other, he moved his hands quickly to her panties, tugging at them until the flimsy material ripped and she could feel his heated flesh against her.

His hands held her hips, keeping her over him. She’d never been in control of the moment. He’d just let her think that and now he was taking charge.

‘Nikos...’ she gasped as he lifted himself against her, sending a shudder of desire through her.

He dropped down against the bed, watching her intently. Her nipples were hard and damp, after he’d kissed them so passionately, and she moved over him, believing she was back in control. He guided her hips to exactly where he wanted them and thrust hard into her as wild urgency suddenly took them both.