Chapter 11
CHAPTER 11
W illow
Time and space, power and reluctancy no longer existed.
There was just the two of us in a dangerous world where nothing seemed familiar, nothing normal.
Yet as he thrust his tongue inside my mouth, exploring every centimeter, taking his time in doing so, I was brought to a place of peace as well as one of fire and damnation.
Lust.
Uncontrollable passion.
Extreme need.
They were all out of control much like our actions. Maybe the good girl inside of me would regret this later, but for now, I didn’t care. I just didn’t care.
He was so protective, caring in a strange way, yet he’d released his beast inside. He was no longer the man determined to break me, but rather a man longing to seduce me.
Dominate me.
I was enthralled by his prowess, the kiss reeking of desperate thirst.
Every sound he made fueled the fire from before, an explosion of heat and flames.
I wrapped my arms around his neck once again, tangling my fingers in his thick locks as the heat of his body rolled through me like an eruption of lava. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. There was only feeling, my need, my unbridled desire.
He rolled his hands down my back, taking his time to squeeze and caress. I was tingling so hard I couldn’t feel my feet any longer. When he swept his arms under my bottom, lifting me off the floor, I moaned into the kiss. To feel this close while knowing it was so wrong made the very taste of him that much sweeter.
I wasn’t prepared for the swell of emotions or the hard-hitting yearning that refused to be denied. With no understanding of why I was allowing them to happen, I simply let go. His tongue dominated mine, taking me to new and exquisite heights of pleasure. His lips were so soft, but the kiss so rough that my breath was stolen.
How could anything so wrong be so right?
When he finally broke the moment of intense intimacy, he backed away by a few inches and I thought for certain he was going to drive me away. What if he banished me to my room? What then? Instead of doing something so drastic, he did just the opposite, yanking off my shirt, tossing it aside as unwanted.
Certainly unneeded.
As I gazed on his rugged face, I accepted how much I wanted him.
And needed him.
His mouth kissing mine.
His fingers caressing my skin.
His cock buried deep inside.
With his eyes more hooded than I’d ever witnessed, he cupped both breasts, gently rolling his thumbs over my nipples. They ached even more, both so hard I couldn’t help the whimper escaping my mouth.
Even for just a little while, I no longer felt like a victim or the little girl he’d known so long ago. I felt like a woman, the age difference not bothering me in the least.
With silent yet strong conviction in his eyes, he lowered his head, darting his tongue around one hardened bud then the other. My body was swaying and I knew I’d slump to the floor if he didn’t have a firm hold.
He was wearing too many clothes, but at least I was allowed to slide my fingers under his short sleeves, feeling his rippling muscles. Not satisfied with the limited touch, I jerked on his shirt, managing to ease my hands underneath. I was struck by how hot his skin had become, my fingertips already burning.
The way he touched me was a drastic change to his barking commands. So tender. So loving. He pulled one nipple into his mouth, sucking while his tongue swirled. I threw my head back, so lightheaded I couldn’t see anything clearly.
As he rubbed his lips toward my other breast, I kneaded his muscles, eager to see him without his clothes. He was built like no other man I’d ever seen let alone touched. I longed to take hours exploring his body, but that wasn’t going to happen tonight. On this bitter and damning night, the hunger was too significant.
He suckled my other nipple, biting down until I cried out in shock. The moment he finally lifted his head, he emitted a deep growl. The sound was nothing but another indication of his need to devour me.
“ I omorfiá sou aparámilli ,” he whispered, easing me down to my feet as he did.
“What did you say?”
“That your beauty was unequaled. You are gorgeous. And you are my greatest sin.”
He cupped my face, pulling me closer, his hold firm and possessive. Then he rubbed his thumb back and forth across my lips, gently at first then with more pressure, increasing the air of possessiveness. I opened my mouth, waiting until he shoved his thumb inside, sucking on the thick digit as I refused to take my eyes off him.
His entire body tensed and I sensed he was lost in a delicate moment of concentration. Yes, what we were doing was a sin to God and maybe to all that I knew. What did it matter any longer? We were together in our need, every sound made one of passion, the taste of the forbidden all that was on our minds.
Or perhaps he had something else on his. He allowed me to continue sucking his finger while his eyes glazed over. I licked his thumb, twisting my head back and forth until I sensed he couldn’t take it any longer.
His actions turned even rougher and he ripped at my pants, pushing them all the way to the colorful tile. My lightheadedness remained, the effect dragging me into my own personal storm. The way he lifted me in his arms, kicking my pants away, pulled another moan from my throat.
He stepped back away from me and gazed all the way down the length of my body, stopping briefly at the sight of my smooth pussy. His nostrils flared and suddenly, I was in his arms. He didn’t have to carry me far, placing me tenderly on the end of the counter. As he eased me down, a possessive smile crossed his face.
At least for tonight I belonged to him.
He shifted between my legs, bending over so he could place kisses under my breasts. Moving ever so slowly, he drifted down to my stomach, even rolling the tip of his tongue around my bellybutton. The way he darted his tongue across my heated skin was already driving me crazy and he’d just begun his moment of exploration.
I longed to touch him, to wrap my hand around his cock, but he wasn’t ready to allow me to take any concept of control. The moment he started to lower his head, a wave of embarrassment rose to the surface.
What if someone walked in?
When I stiffened, he lifted his head briefly. “Relax, little dove. No one is here. I’m going to make you feel so good.” He spread my legs wide, bending both at the knee and I fisted my hands in anticipation.
I was already reaching a state of sweet rapture, floating on a spiral of clouds from his touch alone. Although he’d assured me no one was in the house, the moment he swirled his tongue around my clit, I slapped my hand over my mouth to keep from crying out.
Dimitrios wrapped his arms around my thighs, lifting my hips off the cool granite. I had to close my eyes, heat rushing to every extremity, a warm blush sliding into my cheeks. I’d never been licked this way. Every sound he made was a further indication of his desire.
After sucking on my clit, he buried his tongue into my tight channel and I was incapable of stopping a stilted scream. Laughing from the shame of my ragged sound, I bit my lower lip, twisting my head back and forth. I’d never had such pleasure and a series of emotions raced through me. I was cold and hot, anxious and floating on air, my mind completely frozen to anything but the utter bliss. I writhed in his hold, spinning out of control as he pushed a single finger inside.
He added another series of growls to my ragged moans, refusing to stop as I wiggled and shifted.
I was so tight, so hot and wet that I couldn’t seem to stop panting. He was driving me to a place I’d never been, the sheer ecstasy something I’d thought I’d never experience.
Using his fingers and tongue, he worked me over as he feasted on my tender tissue, and I lurched up from the counter. I gripped both edges, no longer able to focus on anything.
“Come for me, little dove. I need you to come.”
The powerful man didn’t need to ask me twice. As the rush of heat shifted to another wave of tingling sensations, my pussy clenched tightly. The orgasm rushed through me and I threw my head back as I’d done before, only this time, there was no sound.
He refused to stop, still driving his tongue deep inside. I was sensitive all over, bucking hard against his hold, but it didn’t stop another climax from rushing into my system.
“Oh. Oh. Oh.” I was breathless, incapable of moving any longer. As I dropped to the counter, I stared up at the ceiling, smiling from the way my body was convulsing.
When I’d stopped shaking, he eased my legs down, brushing the tips of his fingers down the outside of my thigh. He rose to his full height, very slowly gathering me into his arms. I was certain he was going to take me right now, shocked when he carried me from the room toward the stairs.
I wrapped my legs around his hips, locking my feet together. With my arms thrown over his shoulders, I allowed the tingling sensations to keep me floating on air. The scent of my desire was thick, but every time I inhaled, I gathered a whiff of his aftershave. I could easily become drunk off the delicious fragrance.
Somehow, he managed to walk up the stairs without taking his eyes off mine. I was certain he was doing nothing more than tossing me into the cold, bleak room, finished with the evening’s festivities. When he passed the open door, heading all the way down the hall, I found myself holding my breath.
He was taking me to his room.
There were no additional words spoken as he opened the door, kicking it shut once we were inside. Very gently he eased me down onto the bed, lowering his head and pressing his lips against mine. This time the kiss was tender. I touched his face, his stubble tickling my fingers. As he pulled away, I sighed, resisting reaching for him.
With only the moonlight streaming in from the blinds, I was fearful I wouldn’t be allowed to bask in all his glory. But the moment he took a step away, the warm glow of the bright moon illuminated him perfectly. I watched with a strange mixture of emotions as he pulled a weapon from the back of his pants. I hadn’t even noticed the gun until now. As he placed it on the nightstand, a series of shivers skated down my spine.
I had to remind myself he’d lost a brother, the closeness they shared similar to what I had with my parents.
But not my brother.
I wasn’t entirely certain I’d be able to recognize him any longer. His last visit to the States had been for my graduation. My high school graduation. The only other time had been when my father had won a humanitarian award. He’d flown in on the redeye and left almost immediately afterwards. I’d barely talked to him. Maybe not knowing my brother was best after all.
Dimitrios didn’t waste time before stripping out of his clothes. Once he did, a strangled sound erupted from my throat. I’d known he was striking in every way, the crisp white shirts and tailored suits unable to hide his powerful muscles. Nothing had been able to suppress his gorgeous physique or the hint of tattoos that had drawn my attention from the beginning.
The square line of his jaw was somehow sensual, even though it added to the dangerous persona that followed him everywhere.
Now, as he stood fully naked, the shimmering light accentuated his glorious masculine form, his broad shoulders and sculpted abs.
And I wanted all of him, every inch.
I rose onto my knees, resisting beckoning for him. He wouldn’t follow my directions. As soon as he started to crawl onto the bed, I inched away, knowing I couldn’t get very far.
He was in no mood to play, yanking me forward with enough force our bodies collided.
“I need to see you,” I whispered.
There was such an intense way about how he cocked his head, his chest still rising and falling from his increasing need.
“You will not run.” His deep voice sent a wave of vibrations through me. It was almost as if there was a raging storm outside, thunder rolling and lightning flashing.
That’s how strong our connection was.
He brushed the tips of his fingers down both arms and pulled away, allowing me to take pleasure in learning his body as he’d done with mine.
His cock was fully extended and I was surprised my mouth was watering. When I placed my hand on his chest, he shuddered audibly, a painful look crossing the shadow of his jaw. I allowed my fingers to slide down the length of his chest, my breath skipping the second I rolled the tip of my index finger across his sensitive slit.
“You should know better than to tease a man in need.” His voice was even gruffer than before, the huskiness showering over me with enough power I shuddered.
As soon as I wrapped my hand around his shaft, he tensed. He was huge, so large I wasn’t certain his cock would fit. It had been more than two years since I’d been with a man. The fire between us only increased as I stroked him, taking my time to enjoy every second possible.
I knew the man had no patience. He would take what he wanted without regard to anything or anyone. He was just that powerful, that possessive. He rubbed my back, stroking me almost as I was doing with him.
There were too many sensations that ignited a wave of emotions. There was no reason tears should form in my eyes at this moment, but they did. Maybe meant as a reminder this was so very wrong.
As expected, he was finished with waiting, shifting his arm behind my back so he could lower me to the comforter slowly. Once he had, he eased his legs between mine, taking his time while the moonlight on his face reflected his toxic need.
He leaned over, splaying my damp hair across both sides of the pillow. The gesture was sweet, something I never would have expected from a man like him. He took a few extra seconds spreading his fingers through my long locks, his expression almost serene. Maybe he’d made peace with this as well.
When he bent lower, his fully engorged cock pushing between my legs, I pressed one hand against his chest. Being able to knead his muscles was a sheer delight. He rolled his hand down my side, gently lifting one leg, bending it at the knee. I pressed it against the bedding as he pushed the tip of his cock just inside.
There was a moment when I could tell it was almost like he was asking for my permission, another action that was totally unexpected.
“God help me, but I want you,” he said with a hint of reverence in his tone.
He placed his forearms on the bed on each side of me, lowering his head until our lips were almost touching. I rolled my hands down his sides, marveling in the feel of his hardness. He never blinked, never allowed his eyes to shift away from me for one second as he slowly pushed inside.
His deep, rich growl was an instant reward and I let out a long, heated breath.
There were a few seconds where my muscles struggled to accept his thickness, but the mild discomfort was quickly washed away into the most incredible roar of tingling sensations. Panting, I wrapped one leg around his, arching my back, hungering to feel all of him. My muscles stretched, screaming as he filled me completely. The ache was intense, powerful in a way that I couldn’t attach words to.
I raked my nails down his back, my pussy convulsing just like it had done before.
“So tight,” he muttered.
“Yes. I don’t care. Fuck me long and hard.”
He captured my mouth as he’d done before, the kiss much rougher. I was mired in the moment, feeling as if this was as close to heaven as I’d ever get. His tongue swept back and forth as I wrapped my other leg around him, squeezing my knee against his massive body.
Another wave of sensations jolted every muscle and tendon, pushing me into a sheer moment of bliss.
As he pulled almost all the way out, I grasped his hips, trying to lift mine. The hunger was too great, fulfilling the need the only thing that mattered.
Another series of stars floated in front of my eyes as the sweet betrayal of our bodies came to fruition. I clung to him, hooking my heels together as he lifted his hips once again, plunging even harder.
He drove in and out, finally breaking the kiss and rising onto his elbows. I clung to his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin. This was a perfect moment, something I would remember for years to come.
My breath turned to slow, soft gasps as he developed a rhythm, plunging in and out, pushing every beautiful boundary. I was driven into a lull, unable to focus as he trailed rough, hungry kisses down my jawline, rubbing his lips across to my ear. His whisper was harsh, a promise of things to come.
“I’m going to fuck you for hours, little dove. I hope you’re ready.”
“Yes. Yes…”
If only that could be the truth.
I shuddered in his hold, and every plunge became more brutal as his needs intensified, losing his ability to maintain control. As my muscles continued to stretch, I knew that without a shadow of a doubt I would never be able to free my mind of wanting him. He should be my forever, not just a man who’d awakened my senses.
There could be nothing like this feeling, the joy that kept me slightly unhinged.
Sin or no sin, I was captivated by the man and everything he made me feel.
Like a princess.
I shut my eyes, squeezing them to keep from becoming emotional, concentrating on the continued blast of pleasure. As he drove into me hard and fast, the tingling morphed into another climax so shockingly powerful it twisted my stomach, igniting every synapse. How could one man manage to do this to me?
“Yes. Yes…” I lolled my head to the side, gasping for air as the orgasm continued roaring through me, every nerve ending in flames. When he finally pressed the full weight of his body against mine, I let out a slow and scattered sigh. Then he wrenched my arms over my head, holding them captive, kissing me as if his life depended on doing so, hungrily and without reservation. I was taken aback by his aggressiveness, his need to devour every inch of me, but I’d never felt such utter bliss in my life.
He wrapped his long fingers around both my wrists, holding me in place as he continued fucking me. For the few precious seconds, we were together as one, our souls intertwined. Was it crazy to think that way? Maybe. But I no longer cared.
We moved together as one, seconds turning into minutes.
Pulling away, he lifted his head, holding my gaze as he’d done before, grinding his hips into me as his jaw clenched. His entire body was shaking, and I knew it was only a matter of seconds before he released deep inside, filling me with his seed, fulfilling the beautiful fantasy. I refused to blink, taking in every precious moment and when his hips began to jerk, he thrust even harder, stealing what was left of my breath.
He gasped for air, grunting as he threw back his head. As he erupted deep inside, I had never felt so fulfilled or satisfied in my life.
Yet another ugly thought drifted into my brain.
I might be his lover, but I was also his prisoner.
It was something I couldn’t allow myself to forget.