The Demetrios Virgin

‘Andreas! No, we can’t,’ Saskia protested as Andreas led her to the most luxurious of the hotel’s refurbished bedrooms and locked the door.

‘Why not?’ he teased her. ‘We own the hotel and we are married—and right now I want you so much.’

‘Mmm... Andreas...’ Saskia sighed as his lips found the exquisitely tender cord in her throat that always and unfailingly responded to the sweet torment of his lips.

‘Mmm... Andreas...what?’ he mouthed against her skin.

But Saskia didn’t make any verbal response, instead pulling his head down towards her own, her mouth opening sweetly beneath his.

‘I knew the first moment I set eyes on you that you were a wanton woman.’ Andreas laughed tenderly. ‘My wanton woman...’

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