Her moist warmth enveloped his cock in a pool of pleasure, intensifying his craving for her delectable body. Gripping her hair, he pulled her head up so their lips could meet. He kissed her, tongue thrusting in the same time his cock pistoned back into her pussy.
She moaned against Damen’s lips, her arms curling around his neck. She held on to him as he rammed into her, her body molding to him as it strained to take more and more of his cock. Every thrust sent her reeling and gasping, his engorged cock making her feel so unbelievably filled by him that everything in the world but Damen simply melted away.
Her head fell against the pillows when he released her mouth and as he thrust harder and faster into her, Mairi could only whisper his name again and again.
The sounds were pitched higher now, more like keening, and it told Damen that Mairi’s orgasm was fast approaching. Cupping her buttocks with one hand, he lifted her up so she could meet his thrusts head on.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
Dizzy with pleasure, Mairi took more than a moment before she could do as he said. His beautiful face was taut with desire and a deep unquenchable passion glittered in his gaze.
“I want to see your face as I make you climax.” He started flicking her clitoris and he was immediately gifted with Mairi’s involuntary shudder just as a moan erupted from her.
Oh, those fingers of his were creating such havoc on her senses. Her hips started to shake and so did her legs, and it was all she could do not to lose control and just fly.
“Do you understand what I need you to do, Mairi?”
“Yes.” She sobbed the word out, mindless with need, her hips moving up instinctively now to meet his every thrust.
“Then do it. Give it to me!” He pinched her clitoris as he sank the entire length of his cock into her, pushing as hard as he could that it was almost as if he had brushed against her very womb.
Mairi screamed, her gaze locked with his as a form of pleasure so dazzling took over her entire world. Her body trembled violently at the strength of her orgasm, and moments later she dimly heard Damen shout. His body jerked above her as he came, and his thrusts took on a feral quality, triggering a second wave of pleasure inside her.
Euphoria, heavy and satisfying, settled on him as the last of his come spilled into the condom sheathing his cock. Damen pulled out carefully and a dark primitive sense of triumph filled him when he saw the faint marks of blood on Mairi’s inner thighs. She had been a virgin, and now she was his, with her body knowing only his touch and no other man’s. And if Damen had his way, it would stay like that until their passion ran its course.
He looked down at Mairi, whose eyes had drifted shut, her face peaceful as she slowly slipped into an exhausted slumber. He touched her lips and she sighed. “I love you,” Mairi mumbled without opening her eyes.
Damen snatched his fingers away, the tender light in his eyes dying at her words.
Even in her sleep, she still lied.
Love did not exist, and the sooner he could make her realize that she would never fool him into believing it, the better it would be for both of them.
Lesson 7
To catch a Greek billionaire, you must be prepared to fight for him.
He said: With other women you mean?
She said: No, with their mothers.
Mairi woke in Damen’s arms, her body cushioned against his naked chest while they were both snuggled under the covers. When their eyes met, she opened her mouth to speak, but he beat her to it.
“Hi.”
She choked on her laughter. “Hi.”
He answered with a devastating smile but didn’t say anything else, content to simply gaze at her as he stroked her hair and caressed her cheek, his fingers occasionally drifting down to draw lazy shapes on the upper swell of her breasts.
She said slowly, “I love you, you know.”
He nodded. “I know.”
Mairi tried not to roll her eyes. Sometimes, he really was too much like the Greek billionaires she read about, the way he kept himself in a state of denial about his feelings for her. She was about to ask him if someone had hurt him in the past, but something interrupted her.
Damen’s fingers stilled.
And then---
There it was again.
Her stomach – growling.
“I’m going to call for room service.”
She caught his arm just before he could start dialing. “There’s no need,” Mairi told him. “I can prepare something for myself as long as the kitchen’s fully stocked.”
“It is.”
She beamed. “Good.” She gently pulled away from Damen. “Would you like me to prepare something for you, too? Maybe a sandwich or salad?”
“Sandwich, I suppose.” He looked at her blandly even as his eyes gleamed wickedly. “I developed an appetite after fucking---”