Leandros(14)

Her eyes, hazy with passion, looked up at him as she wiped her mouth. “Don’t apologize. I wanted to taste you.”

His jaw clenched. “It was more than a taste.”

A mischievous flicker danced in her eyes as she straightened. “You’ve turned me into a bit of a bad girl, but that’s okay.”

Her response was lighthearted but his stomach knotted. He sat up and cupped the side of her face. “I hope you didn’t feel any pressure to—”

She silenced him with a finger to his mouth. “No. I haven’t done anything I didn’t want to do.”

Tension released his body and he closed his mouth over hers in a gentle kiss that belied the need that pummeled him. He broke the contact and said, “My turn.”

Leandros got Vicky on her back and slid a palm under her buttocks. She parted her legs with an eager sigh and her sweet, female scent filled his nostrils. Juice glistened between the folds of her lips. He nudged them apart with his tongue and caught the stream before it disappeared between her buttocks. Berries and honey, as he’d expected. The taste of her flared his arousal.

He swept his fingers up her cleft and tugged lightly on the flesh above her clit, stretching her seam. It would enhance her pleasure. He swirled his tongue in lazy circles over her ripe lips, sucked them into his mouth as he reached her clit, then flicked his tongue over it several times before starting over.

He enjoyed her rasps of pleasure and controlled the bucking of her hips. She’d risen on her elbows to watch with heavy-lidded eyes. He stroked her silky-slick flesh with varying degrees of pressure. Spreading the folds of her clit, he urged the tiny bud out of its hood. He showed it no mercy, lashing it with rapid tongue flicks, sucking it into his mouth.

Her cry of pleasure rippled through his veins, joined the surge of his blood. He dipped his mouth to her entrance and pushed his tongue as deep as it could go, drank her nectar as her flesh contracted. He’d never be able to fully have this woman, but he’d leave a temporary mark on her body. He replaced his mouth with two fingers, curled them up to her g-spot and stroked it firmly while licking her swollen bud.

He felt the quivers coursing under her skin. She was close. He stroked harder and she bucked.

“Oh, God! Ohh!”

“Yes, baby…come for me.”

He pulled her clit into his mouth and rubbed his tongue over it. He felt the peak of her climax, the one-second suspension before the onslaught of ecstasy. She screamed his name. He pushed her to a second orgasm, and before her shudders receded, he drew her to the edge of the bed. Standing up, he clasped his aching cock and sank into her quivering heat.

Her contractions milked his flesh to a fast orgasm that took him by surprise. He growled her name, waited a moment to catch his breath, and then took her until she came apart, took her some more while she begged for mercy, and one last time when the rage of their passions merged into sweet oblivion.





Chapter Five

Vicky drew lazy circles on Leandros’ chest. A blissful smile curved her mouth despite the nudging fact that they would leave for the village in about an hour and she’d return to her ordinary life. He’d treated her like a goddess and she’d ingested his aura, every passionate touch, every kiss, like oxygen. She was tempted to cling to him forever in this bed and forget about everything else. Any woman would be. “Tell me what you were thinking when you said you would frighten me if you told me,” she asked.

She felt the pause in his breath and then his chest shook with a chuckle. “Women. They can’t let certain things go.”

She nuzzled his throat where his pulse beat. “You said you’d tell me.”

His hand moved up her thigh and grasped her hip. “I wished you were immortal.”

Her heart skipped. She’d wished the same thing after their lovemaking sessions, when she’d lain twined in his arms and had a moment to think straight.

She traced his dark nipple. “Life is terribly unfair sometimes. Why is that, Leandros?”

He caressed her nape. “I don’t have the answer to that, sweetness.”

Vicky followed his steady heartbeat for a moment. “Chances are I’ll never see you after today, will I?”

She felt the heavy swell of his chest as he tucked his fingers under her chin and raised her face so their gazes met. His eyes smoldered with something dark yet indefinable.

“It’s the right thing, Vicky. You know why.”

She gave a faint nod. “Yeah, but I’ll miss you.” She chewed her bottom lip. “For a long time.”

In a flash, she found herself on her back, pinned under hard muscles. His hands cupped her face as his eyes flickered with a dangerous flame. A gasp escaped her.