He was going to take her right here in the alley. Against the wall. Damn the consequences.
He would possess her now, even if he died for it.
Eve’s breath came in little gasps as he slowly kissed up her neck, his arms tracing up and down her naked skin.
“Why are you doing this?” she whispered. Feeling his mouth on her sent sparks down her body until she thought she might forget to breathe. “I did what you wanted. Why are you so angry? Why do you feel possessive because I danced with your friend—exactly as you wanted?”
“Seeing all those other men lusting for you was never what I wanted,” he ground out.
“Then why?” she managed as his hands stroked her roughly over the sequins of her dress. “Why are you killing me like this—kissing me one moment then pushing me away the next? As if you hate me? Why are you torturing me?”
His hands stilled. He looked down at her, and the fire in his eyes of a moment before had changed to longing. To confusion. To pain.
Staring down at her, he suddenly yanked off his black blazer. Without a word, he wrapped it around her tiny silver dress. The jacket hung long on her, covering her modestly to mid-thigh.
Grabbing the jacket’s lapels, he pulled her close. He leaned his head forward, pressing his forehead against hers.
When he spoke, his voice was so low she barely heard his words. “I’m sorry.”
And just like that, she exhaled.
He pulled her gently from the alley to the Bentley waiting for them on the street. Without explanation, Talos opened Eve’s door and helped her inside. He didn’t speak to her in the car—he didn’t even look at her.
But he held her hand tightly all the way to his penthouse.
When they arrived at his apartment a few moments later, he helped her out of the car. Still, he held her hand and didn’t let go.
She stared up at him in a daze, unable to look away from his darkly handsome face as they crossed the lobby of the elegant nineteenth-century building and went into the elevator. At the door of the penthouse, Talos unlocked it and turned to her, his face dark with need.
“I should have done this a long time ago.”
He lifted her in his arms. His body glowed with warmth and heat she could almost see, burning off his body in waves. Holding her closely, Talos kicked the door open, then kicked it closed behind them.
Crossing the penthouse, with the view of the lit-up Acropolis on the mountain floating high above the night, he gently set her on her feet on the marble floor. Never taking his eyes from hers, he peeled his large black jacket off her shoulders, dropping it to the floor.
She closed her eyes, her breath shortening as she felt him reach behind her head and undo her ponytail. Her hair fell softly against her shoulders in one shake.
She felt his hands run over her body, stroking her over her silvery cocktail dress.
“You’re mine, Eve,” he whispered. He traced his large hands over her hips, over her slender waist.#p#分页标题#e#
He ran his hands back over her whisper-thin silver dress, causing it to slink and move over her body like a caress. She felt his thumbs brush against her breasts, making her nipples harden to agonizing intensity beneath the fabric. Her breasts felt heavy and swollen, swaying as he cupped them reverently in his hands. Her whole body felt tight and hot. She felt dizzy all over, her knees weak.
Her eyes flew open as he knelt at her feet. The room seemed to spin around her as she watched him stroke slowly down her bare legs, from her thighs to the backs of her knees. Massaging her calves, he slowly removed one stiletto heel, then the other, dragging them gently against the tender hollow of her foot. He sent the shoes skidding across the floor.
His gaze locked on hers, hot and dark.
Slowly, he rose back to his feet. Never taking his eyes from hers, he removed his tuxedo tie. He unbuttoned his white shirt, dropping it carelessly to the floor. She had the sudden vision of his bare chest, powerfully muscled and laced with dark hair.
Then he stood naked and powerful in front of her. His olive skin gleamed in the sharp moonlight, which cascaded over the hard planes of his body. Every inch of his muscular body exuded masculine power. Looking down, she saw how much he wanted her, and she swallowed, afraid of his strength, his size. She was pregnant with his child, and yet with no memory she felt as shy as a virgin.
Murmuring endearments in Greek, he picked Eve up in his arms. Carrying her across the room, he gently set her down on the enormous bed. Stretching her arms above her, he pulled off her little sliver of a gown. Pushing her back against the pillows, he pulled off her panties. And suddenly she was naked in front of him, naked on their bed.
The thought terrified her, but before she could move away, he was on top of her. She felt his hardness against her belly as he slowly kissed her neck, sucking on her earlobes, softly brushing back her hair as he whispered in her ear, “Ekho sizigho. My sweet one.”