The Greek's Unknown Bride

She knew this. It hadn’t been a dream.

Apollo was so drunk on the taste and feel of Sasha’s body under his mouth, and his hands, that he almost forgot.

Almost.

At the last second, he reached for protection in his bedside drawer, ripping it open with all the finesse of a horny teenage boy and rolling it onto his penis.

He looked down for a moment after donning protection and almost came there and then. Her breasts were rising and falling with her breath, pink after his ministrations. Her entire body was flushed with arousal.

Her lips were swollen. Her eyes were huge and blue enough to make his breath catch, as if he’d never seen them before.

Making love with women had always been a short-lived thing—he’d gone through the motions dictated by society in order to find fleeting physical satisfaction—the chase, the seduction and the consummation. Invariably the seduction and the consummation never lived up to the promise. And Apollo had always chosen women who were experienced. The kind of women who understood not to ask for more. The kind of women who were not expecting anything beyond physical fulfilment.

But with Sasha there had been none of that. They’d met and combusted. There had been very little logical thought involved.

And right now all of his logical faculties were melting in a haze of lust. He notched his erection against the centre of her body, where she was so hot, and wet.

Ready for him.

He hadn’t even entered her yet but his mind was already blasting back to that night in London and the way her body had clamped so tightly around his, sending him into orbit.

Something desperate caught in his gut. It couldn’t possibly have been as amazing as that—and in a bid to try and prove to himself that he’d misremembered how amazing it had been before, Apollo thrust into Sasha’s body, seating himself deep.

He saw her eyes widen even more, colour race across her cheeks. Her hands went to his arms, fingers curling around his biceps.

For a second he couldn’t move, because in that moment he knew that the last time hadn’t been as amazing as he remembered. It had been more. And that this was going to eclipse everything.

Sasha’s hips moved tentatively and he nearly exploded. ‘Please, Apollo...make love to me.’

A thousand horses couldn’t have stopped him from obeying her entreaty. He pulled out slowly, feeling her tight muscles massage his length, and then...back in.

Sasha’s body was moving with his in ways that were totally instinctive. She had no control. She was his. Body and soul. It was as if they’d been made to fit exactly.

Apollo came down over her body, twining his fingers with hers and lifting one hand over her head. His other arm was around her back, lifting her into him, deepening his thrusts even more.

A tight coil of need was building inside Sasha, a need for this tension to end, to explode. Apollo’s rhythm was remorseless. He had the precision of a master magician or a torturer. Bringing her to the edge, keeping her there, stoking the fire but never letting it burn itself out...

Sasha cried out brokenly, her body dewed with sweat, her mind incoherent with need. ‘Please... I...’

‘Look at me, Sasha, look at me.’

Something inside Sasha went very still. She forced her eyes to focus on Apollo’s face. That flicker was there again, but more than a flicker... Her name. It was wrong.

Apollo was saying, ‘What do you need, little flame?’ He moved and sent fresh tremors through her body.

Her thoughts scattered, flickers forgotten. She couldn’t think, she could only feel. ‘You...’ she said brokenly. Apollo’s powerful body moved over her, into her. Stealing her breath and her sanity.

She remembered this.

Being with him like this.

The next moment Apollo touched Sasha so deep and hard that she cried out as ecstasy tore her apart. Seconds later, Apollo convulsed with pleasure and his broken cry of ‘Sasha...’ echoed around the room.

She went very still deep inside, even as the powerful waves of ecstasy held her in their grip. Something cataclysmic had just happened. Shockwaves slowly obliterated the effects of the intense orgasm as the knowledge sank in.

At that moment of peak union, every cell in her body had rejected his calling her by another woman’s name.

Because she wasn’t Sasha at all. She was someone else entirely.