Reunited by the Greek's Vows

As he felt for the buttons of her blouse, roughly pulling them apart, he heard Kate moan. She was deepening the kiss, her hot, fierce attention making lust rage through his body like a desert storm, leaving no part of him untouched. His hands grazed over the lacy fabric of her bra to the swell of her breasts above, feeling the scatter of tiny goosebumps beneath his touch. Sliding her blouse over her shoulders, he let it fall to the floor behind her, and when Kate’s fists knotted in his shirt he finally broke the kiss and took a step back so he could tug it over his head.

They stared at one another. Deliberately holding her gaze, Nikos slowly undid his belt buckle, then unfastened the buttons of his jeans one by one. Tugging them over his hips with hands that trembled in the effort of holding back, he impatiently kicked them to one side. Still holding her gaze, he stood before her, the might of his arousal straining against his boxers.

He wanted her so badly he thought he might scream with the power of it, but he could do this. He could make her wait. Just a bit longer.

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Kate watched as Nikos slid his hand down inside his boxers. Her eyelids flickered, her throat moving on a swallow. Beneath the white cotton fabric his hand started to move, his eyes never leaving hers as he smoothly, steadily began to tease her, taunting her with this erotic show of sexual command.

Enough! Kate could stand it no longer. She wanted her hand around his magnificence. She wanted to feel him inside her. She wanted Nikos.

Tugging at the waistband of her leather trousers, she half fell, knocking her elbow against the corner of an ornately gilded chair when she tried to save herself. It hurt, but the frustration of trying to get the trousers off hurt far more.

Supressing a wail of frustration, she wriggled her way out of them as best she could, holding onto the edge of the chair to steady herself as she pulled at them with her other hand.

With a rush of movement Nikos was in front of her, lifting her effortlessly into the air before placing her back down in the chair. The offending trousers were peeled from her legs like a shed skin, taking her panties along with them. Then, pushing her thighs apart, Nikos knelt before her.

Kate gripped the arms of the chair. She was dimly aware of the sight of his dark head between her legs before she closed her eyes and surrendered herself to the utter bliss of his tongue. She moaned, long and deep, squirming so that the chair creaked beneath her, unable to stay still as the delirium inside her mounted with every sure lave of his tongue, every ecstatic touch.

Just as the first shudders of pleasure began to surface she felt him move away, heard him stand up. Opening her eyes, she saw him stripping off his boxers. She held herself very still. Was he doing this deliberately to torture her?

She moved her hand down between her legs. She would finish this herself if she had to. With Nikos standing before her, looking like the epitome of every woman’s wildest sexual fantasy, she could tip herself over the edge here and now without doing anything. Simply by gazing at the glorious sight of him.

‘Uh-uh.’ Reaching down, he removed her hand, placing it on her thigh. ‘No, you don’t. I’ve been waiting for this moment for far too long to be denied the final pleasure.’

Was that true? Had he really been waiting for her? For Kate, certainly, there had been no one else. What would have been the point? No man could ever match up to his strength and beauty, his potent virility. He was the very definition of alpha male, and when they had first met his sexy, confident ease had been the biggest turn-on, completely eliminating any virginal worries Kate might have had.

Now time and wealth had given that confidence a harder shell, polished it like armour, but the effect was just as lethal. His assured arrogance, his sheer perfection, still held Kate prisoner to his lure.

As he bent down to lift her off the chair Kate instinctively looped her arms around his neck. When her legs wrapped around his naked torso she pressed herself against him, nudging her sex against his groin, thrilling to the sensation of his hard body.

Nikos groaned deep in his throat. His mouth came down on hers, his kiss deep and wet as he took a step back, and then another, until Kate was pressed against the wall. There was a glorious second of anticipation before Nikos finally sank himself into her, long and hard and deep. Kate gasped, closing her eyes against the bliss of feeling him inside her, right up to the hilt, filling her so completely, so perfectly.