A Deal with Demakis(55)

                She opened her eyes and stared into eyes darkened to a molten black with desire. He licked one long finger and the sheer eroticism of the act sent another wave of jagged sensation to her sex.

                She felt alien in her body, a fierce freedom running through her veins.

                “What do you want, Nikos?” she said, more than a hint of brazen challenge in her tone.

                He didn’t answer her. Fingers digging into her hips, he lifted her off the ground. Her thigh muscles still quivering from aftershocks, she wrapped her legs around his waist.

                She heard the sound of the zipper of his jeans, of a condom being ripped, felt the shudder that went through him as he sheathed himself.

                And then he was pushing inside her with a guttural sound that seemed to have been ripped from him. She clawed her hands into his shoulders, pleasure and pain coalescing inside her, the walls of her wet sex clamping him tight.

                She threw her head back and a long whimper escaped her. His breath stilled, a long shudder racking his powerful body.

                “More, agape mou?”

                How he was able to utter a single word, Lexi had no idea. “Yes,” she whispered, her throat raw, her body aching for more.

                He pushed in a little more, stretching her, making her achy and hot all over. He was big and she was tiny, and the most decadent pleasure pulsed through her sex.

                He did something with his hips that sent a pulse of pleasure sputtering through her. And then, he was deep inside her—hot and throbbing. And it felt painfully good, intensely erotic.

                She opened her eyes and caught him studying her, stark desire and something that was entirely Nikos.

                His features stripped of all control, his breathing shaky, he was the most gorgeous sight she had ever seen. Every bone and muscle locked tight, his gaze devoured her. “You’re so tight, Lexi.”

                He pressed a kiss to her forehead, and Lexi braced herself against the reverent touch. A frown rippled over his face, his shoulders hard knots under her fingers.

                “I’m afraid to move.”

                She was hot, and tingly and possessed, and she never wanted to stop feeling like that. “I can’t bear it if you don’t, Nikos.” She moved her hips and gasped at how deep he was embedded, at how mind-numbingly good it felt.

                Clutching his shoulders tight, Lexi buried her mouth in his neck. He tasted of sweat and musk, an incredibly erotic taste. She clamped her teeth over his skin and sucked hard. Instantly, his hips moved, and an incredible fire licked along her aching core again.

                His curse felt like the sweetest words to her ears.

                His gaze never moved from her. His breath feathered over her, the raw sounds that fell from his mouth enveloped her. He pulled out slowly, the length of his erection dragging against the walls of her sex, teasing and tormenting her. Until she felt his instant loss, until her body cried out to be possessed again.

                And then he thrust back into her. He moved slow, hard and deep, and she trembled, awash with jagged sensations, bursting to full with a raw awareness. Every square inch of her thrummed with a fever, shuddered with the influx of sensation.

                And he did it again and again.

                Lexi cried out his name as need coiled again and burst into a million lights. Her throat was raw, her entire body was raw.