Bought for Her Innocence(21)

“Oh, wow,” she whispered at the sight of his turgid shaft.

Color slashed those cheekbones but he didn’t smile.

Stretching her arm, which took every ounce of strength she had, she ran a finger from the base all the way to the soft head. So many men had made passes at her, from such an early age, and she had hated them and herself...had tuned out any and all curiosity and interest in men as a rule, first because of her mum and then because of what she had been doing...

“I finally get why so many women go gaga over you,” she said huskily, still in a haze from the orgasm. But she didn’t want to hide or feel ashamed at what should be natural, didn’t want to punish herself for mistakes she hadn’t made. “Just looking at you fills me with all kinds of ideas.”

“One forbidden indulgence at a time, glykia mou.” He stepped closer to the bed, and pulled her to him. “And who knows, by tomorrow morning, we might be done with each other.”

She was slowly learning him now. When he felt something deeply, which was more often than not despite his facade, that was when he used those cruel words, to better hide behind them. Or to bury what he felt. Or to lash out.

Would he run if he knew how much of herself she was giving in this moment? How much she wanted her body to please him, how much she wanted to leave a mark on him?

How many of her own shackles he was releasing her from?

She slid closer to him on the soft sheets, came up on her knees and bent. Her hair cascaded around her, giving her a second to overcome the heat tightening her cheeks.

Because more than anything, she wanted to please him.

She brought the rigid shaft to her mouth and licked the length of him. Velvet tightness over steel in her hand, his taste exploded on her tongue.

His breath hissed out of him, his hands sinking into her hair. She did it again and for a few seconds, his fingers fisted in her hair, dug into her scalp and held her there.

That raw glimpse into his need sent power spiraling through her, as if she had been jolted with a burst of it. Wrapping her tingling mouth around the broad head, she closed her mouth around it and sucked on him.

His curse reverberated around the silent room, only fractured by his harsh breaths.

Like an earthquake’s aftershock, a tremor went through her lower belly at the taste of him, at the raw-edged need in his guttural groan. Addicted to her own pleasure, she looked up at him and did it again.

When she fisted her hand around that hard length, he pushed her back against the bed, none too gently.

He climbed onto the bed and over her, like a conquering warrior looking at his spoils. Lying on his side, he pulled her trembling body closer to him, one muscular thigh locking her against the bed when she tried to wriggle out of his hold. “Enough playing, thee mou. I want to be inside you now.”

His hands moved down her belly and into her folds, as if he didn’t listen to his own rules.

Intrusive and intimate, his fingers parted her. She twisted the sheets and moaned. But was determined to say her bit. “I want to return the pleasure you gave me,” she whispered, desperate to keep the tension out of her voice.

Because now that the flush of her pleasure was fading, anxiety at what was to come ate through her. She wasn’t worried about pain; it was a fact of life. But his words still rattled around at the back of her brain.

High maintenance... She would die if he didn’t find pleasure with her...

His kiss came like a cinder again, firing off every nerve, just when she thought she would never recover again.

“You think you’re not giving me pleasure, Jas mou?”

He covered her with his body and Jas lost track of what she was thinking again. “You scream as if you’re falling apart, you kiss as if you can’t breathe, you sink into every caress, Theos... I can’t breathe for imagining all the ways, all the places I’m going to take you...”

A gasp exploded out of her mouth when he pushed first one, and then two fingers into her inviting warmth, all the while his thumb pressing against the bundle of nerves at her core.

Through a fog of lust, she heard his pithy curse about protection and stayed his hand. “I’ve been on the pill since I was sixteen. In that, my mother was the model of a responsible parent. Or maybe she thought I would be just as weak and desperate as her.”

She closed her eyes, disgusted that the echo of fear and shame she had held on to for so long still could rattle through her.

He came back to her and kissed her temple with such tenderness that tears knocked at her eyes. “Look at me, Jas.”

When she didn’t comply, he kissed her eyelids, the tip of her nose and her mouth.

He parted her legs and settled between them, his hip bone digging deliciously into her thigh. “You’re nothing like her, agape mou. Don’t you already know that? Your fire—” he kissed the valley between her breasts “—your reckless courage—” his tongue flicked her navel “—your heat—” her tattoo got his kiss now “—and passion—” long and unbelievably hard, his shaft settled at her sex, teasing her “—and innocence and kindness.”

The tip probed the entrance while his mouth closed over her nipple. New sparks of need broke into life and Jas moved under him, restless in her own skin again. Desperate to have him inside her, desperate to be his in that final way...

His hands held her hips with a bruising grip and Jas writhed as the velvet heat of him scorched her already sensitized sex. “You’re all the things none of us ever was, Jas, neither me nor Andrew,” he whispered against her skin. “You are simply perfection.” Drunk on his words, she reached for him just as he thrust into her in one smooth, sure stroke.

A curse ripped from his mouth just as pain cleaved through her pelvis.

Jas became rigid under him, her nails gouging his back, trying to get him to still, trying to breathe through the alien and achy and full feeling of having him inside her.

Dmitri was inside her, the wanton, willing part of her was screaming in her head. Magnificently masculine, he was heat and steel and hard around her and inside her, and there wasn’t even a single breath she could take that didn’t bring more awareness of him into her. She dug her teeth into his shoulder, tasted salt and sweat and him.

“You’re doing beautifully, Jas.” Drugged, his words rumbled against her rib cage. “You’re... Thee mou, you feel like heaven.”

Large, rough hands held her shoulders down and then he thrust again, and he was now as thoroughly lodged inside her as he was lodged under her skin, in her heart.

A gasp tore from her mouth, borne more out of a new fire than discomfort.

His chest rasped against her breasts as he said something in Greek, but the pinch of pain was already receding and Jas was floating because even though she didn’t understand what he had muttered, she did know that he was in an agony of pleasure, devoid of his control, shuddering in the wake of it just as she was.

Clasping his jaw, she pulled his head down so that she could look into his eyes. So that he knew it was she as irrevocably as she knew it was him. “Does it feel good, Dmitri?” she asked, determined to know for sure.

A series of curse words fell from his mouth, one filthier than the previous and Jas found herself smiling, her heart stuttering with joy. He pushed back her hair from her damp forehead gently. “That’s for me to ask, agape mou. How do you feel?”

“As if I will die if you move and die anyway if you don’t.” A fierce heat began to build up her chest as he played idly with her nipple. The tip puckered at his touch, knotting and sending a pulse of sensation to her pelvis. “Tell me, Dmitri, how does it feel for you?” She dragged at his lower lip with her teeth and he hissed in response. “The truth, if you please.”

Softly, slowly, he kissed her shoulder and she felt his damp forehead. She had a feeling that he was cooling himself down, like a wild animal catching a breath, before continuing the hunt. “You’re so tight and hot and I’m too aroused and hard...” He rested his dark head between her breasts and expelled a sharp breath, the blade of his shoulders rattling visibly. “Jas, I can’t change it and I can’t change how good it feels to me while... I’ve never given anything, true, but I don’t want to rain hurt on you, either.”

He sounded so unlike himself that Jas smiled. And the man thought he didn’t have tenderness in him. “But it doesn’t anymore.”

She dug her fingers into his taut buttocks and squeezed in closer, anchored herself on his rock-hard thighs. The hair on his thighs rasped against her palms; the leashed power in his body made everything thrum. She couldn’t get enough of him, couldn’t get enough of what he was doing to her. Couldn’t breathe when she imagined all the things he could do to her with that powerful body, couldn’t breathe at how fragile and delicate and precious she felt trapped under him. “And I trust you to make it better.”

Tangling her hands in his hair, she took his mouth in a soft kiss that soon morphed into something else.

He met her gaze. He was incredibly still, almost crushing her into the mattress but he was gorgeous. “I can’t go slow. You’re incredibly wet and hot and I...just don’t have it in me to be... I’m a selfish man, Jas.”