Rarely had she enjoyed this position—most of her exes found it uncomfortable. She made a cat mew as her back curved, thrusting her buttocks outward in silent demand.
Leandros manoeuvred her on all fours. He drove into her with gradually harder thrusts while twisting her hair in his fist. He gave her buttock a firm slap before dipping his fingers to her parted sex. Boldly, he ran his wet fingertips between the crevice of her butt cheeks, lingering on the tight entrance.
On instinct, she squeezed her cheeks together and moaned a protest, though the sensation was surprisingly pleasurable. She wasn’t expecting this sort of sex play. He parted her cheeks and resumed stroking her.
“Leandros…please…”
“No inhibitions, remember? Relax your body and enjoy,” he ordered with velvety gruffness.
The traditional part of her brain scolded her for being so wanton, for letting this man turn her body into an instrument of carnal pleasure. It was silly chasteness that was as solid as the mists that floated around Olympus. He spread her legs wider and pushed his finger into the opening gently, curved upward and glided in and out about two inches. Her sphincter contracted with initial discomfort but soon loosened.
“Ohh!” The shameless man! She pushed her hips back against his, not in objection but in demand for more. The pleasure was different, like wicked little tingles, and he was hitting a spot that was…so damn good….Combined with the glide of his cock, it drove all reason from her mind.
“I can’t fuck you enough, sweetness,” he growled softly. Then he grasped her hips and took her hard and fast, her arms buckling under the force as she cried out, lustful animal sounds pushing through her mouth. He brought her to a quick, intense climax and then pulsed inside her.
* * * *
Leandros sat at the dining room table and watched Vicky eat with a healthy appetite. Before arriving at the cottage, he’d requested that their chef prepare several meals and Leandros chose to serve the stuffed vegetables and roasted potatoes for dinner.
“This is delicious. Best stuffed veggies I’ve ever had,” she said, and took a sip of red wine.
A smile tugged at his mouth. “I’m glad you like it. Mihalis is a talented cook.”
“He comes all the way up here just to cook for guests?”
“Yes.”
“Wow.”
His gaze fell to the dark bruise on her shoulder, exposed by the loose neckline of her t-shirt. A new bruise. After their late afternoon lovemaking, he’d rubbed the aches from Vicky’s body with an oil that acted as a salve as well as an aphrodisiac—a mistake, he realized afterward. He’d intended to lower her into the warm, bubbling hot tub he’d prepared and leave her there, but her curiosity made her grab the bottle of oil.
By the time she was in the tub, she’d tasted it and purred, “This is delicious. It’s one of those edible sex oils isn’t it?”
It was more than that—a product that was available to his kind only. His damn cock stirred but he ignored it. “Rest your body, Vicky. I’m going to warm dinner.”
“No. Join me, Leandros.” She gave a deliberate pout.
Lust clenched his insides like a fist and he ground his teeth together. “I’ll wear you out, baby.”
Like a sea nymph, she rose from the water, rivulets flowing over her curves, clinging to her hard nipples and the soft hair of her mound. Skin glistening with oil. His heart stopped for countless seconds before jumping against his chest. She reached out and brushed her fingers over his cock.
“I want you in here,” she demanded with willful eyes.
He wanted to howl, in fury or in joy, he wasn’t sure. Instead, he climbed into the tub and consumed her. Her supple, slippery skin pushed him off the edge of control, made worse by the reflection of her naked body in the mirrored wall. He feasted on her tender breasts as she rode him. Plundered every inch with fingers and mouth wet with her female juice and the oil. Trapped her wrists in one of his hands and drove into her from behind as she cried her pleasure, even when his teeth sank into her flesh.
Leandros gave himself a mental shake and looked at her as she finished her meal, feeling a stab of guilt for subjecting her to his primitive needs. After all, he’d invited her here.
“Leandros?”
He wiped his mouth with the napkin and inclined his head. “Yes, I have a brother. Like you and your sister, we’re quite different.” Though he’d been drawn into the brief reverie, he’d heard every word she’d said.
He wondered if this wild-spirited twin had placed the vial of STX in Vicky’s bag. He wrestled with his professional obligation for a silent moment, but decided to avoid the subject. Vicky was clean and there was no reason to upset her. They cuddled on the sofa and watched TV until she fell asleep in his arms. Her lovely face was so innocent, angelic almost.