Leandros(9)

She opened her eyes and when she looked into his, the naked hunger she saw made her heart go into an erratic flutter.

“Thee mou,” he rasped.

He gently fisted her hair and brought her mouth to his. It was a light caress, a taste of the juice on her lips and teasing flicks of his tongue just inside the seam of her mouth. She ached for more, pressed into him in a silent plea. Moaned against him until he caught her bottom lip between his teeth in a tiny nip. With a low groan, he pulled away, the muscles in his jaw tight.

He swept his thumb across her cheek. “Patience, sweetness, or else I’ll lose control and have you right here. You deserve better.”

He picked up the remaining half of the fig, folded the edges back and squeezed the core outward. With the fruit, he traced a cool, wet line down her throat, followed by the heat of his mouth. A broken sigh pushed through her lips. He tugged her head back, her throat now vulnerable. He alternated between sucking, gentle nipping, and tongue flicks all the way down to the valley of her breasts. His large palm cupped one breast as his sinful mouth feasted on the fig juice and her skin at once. Her nipples hardened into tight peaks and moisture escaped from her sex. Never had a man eaten any type of food from her body. In her erotic haze, she wondered how that was even possible. It was so pleasurable, so arousing.

He released her hair and tugged one bra cup down, exposing her left breast.

“Watch, Vicky.”

Mews of pleasure tumbled from her lips as he moistened the taut nipple with the silky fruit, tormenting with circles around the aching bud. When he pulled the tip into his warm, firm mouth, her body arched in offering. Darts of achingly sweet pleasure shot out from the peak. She watched his tongue swirl and flick and repeat the motion as she writhed against him.

“Ohh, God…” she whimpered, fighting the escalating climax.

He gave her nipple a final tug before gliding his hand down her body and over her pubic bone. When his fingers caressed the delicate skin at the edge of her panties her nails curled into his shoulders. The azure color of his eyes had darkened with a savage fire. He swept over her sex and lingered on the wet patch of her panties, moving in soft circles. A ripple of pleasure went through her flesh and shook her body. He’d barely touched her and she was falling apart, losing any remnants of control.

“Leandros…” His name floated on a breathless sigh.

With a low growl, he folded her in his arms and stood up. She wrapped her limbs around his powerful body and tucked her face into his neck, relieved he’d stopped because she wanted to come with him inside her. As he walked, she tried to ignore the heat of his prominent erection against her belly. He turned down two corridors and entered a room. When her unsteady feet touched the plush carpet, she looked around. She assumed this was the master suite. Like the rest of the house, the room was decorated with refined furniture, yet it boasted masculine taste. Her eyes fell on the king-size bed covered in a charcoal, silk bedspread and large, matching accent pillows.

Vicky’s pulse stopped then jumped frantically as his fingers shed his clothes in under a minute, revealing a body honed to male perfection. Her mouth went dry. Never had she seen a more beautiful man…not even in her fantasies. The strength under the hard muscles and chiseled flesh was almost tangible. His chest was hairless. Leandros was imposing when dressed, but naked, he stripped her of all her defenses. And…oh my…That most virile part of him—not even fully erect—was long and thick enough to make her quiver with both apprehension and a strong urge to fill the hollow ache in her core.

“Take the rest off, Vicky.”

Her ex-boyfriends would usually remove her underwear during or after foreplay, and almost always in bed. Leandros wanted her to exhibit herself.

With shaky fingers, she unsnapped her bra and dropped it on the carpet. Drawing in a long breath, she pushed her panties down her legs. Heat infused her skin as she looked at him.

She heard the snag in his breath as his eyes moved down the length of her body. The depths flickered with a blue-black flame.

“You’re a goddess in human form.”

“I’m nervous as hell,” she blurted, and wanted to kick herself. “God, I sound like a teenager.”

He chuckled and closed the distance in two steps. “That part of your nature turns me on.” His palm cupped her right buttock and squeezed as he pressed her against him, his erection like hot steel on her skin. He traced her lower lip with a finger. “However, with me, you will soon lose all fears and inhibitions. Nai?”

“Nai,” she whispered, having expected this. Leandros wasn’t an ordinary man.