Pretending with the Greek Billionaire(54)

She looked back into his passion-dark eyes and stroked a hand down his cheek.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

That was all he needed to hear. His lips were on hers, their tongues intertwining until they were both breathless. In one smooth movement he had her shirt over her head and on the floor. He paused for a second to gaze at her.

“Aphrodite,” he murmured, before bending to suck a tight nipple into his mouth.

She gasped, her hands tangling in his hair to hold him captive. He wrenched away, only to pay homage to the other breast while she writhed beneath him.

“Luca,” she whimpered.

He kissed his way down her body, dragging her shorts off as he went down. When she finally lay totally naked before him, he sat back, his eyes shining with admiration and desire.

“You are so unbelievably beautiful,” he said. He moved back over her, lightly dragging his body up the length of hers. He’d lost his pants at some point and every exquisite, burning inch of him seared into her body.

“I want to take this slow, but I don’t know if I can,” he said, moving between her legs.

She shook her head and raised her hips, grinding against him. “We have all night for slow. I want you inside me. Now.”

Luca captured her lips again, kissing her until she panted and trembled beneath him. He left her for a brief second to fumble in the drawer beside the bed, coming back with a foil packet. She watched him roll the condom on, inch over delicious inch. He saw her watching and paused, a slow smile stretching over his lips, letting her take in the full vision of him. His black hair brushing his shoulders, those dark eyes burning into hers, knowing exactly what she was thinking, feeling, desiring. His chest, shoulders, and arms rippled with barely contained strength. He could probably tear her apart if he wanted. Instead, those large, warm hands of his trailed down her body so gently, waking every nerve ending, making her crave him.

He loomed over her, his rock-hard abs bunching as he positioned himself over her. Her heart pounded, her body already throbbing for him. She ran her hands over his chest, skimming across his stomach. He sucked his breath in with a hiss and threw his head back. The sight of him so affected by her touch sent a thrill rushing through her. Then he eased into her oh so slowly, retreating only to thrust back in, until he was sheathed inside her as far as he could go. The sensation of him inside her, stretching her to her limit, his rock-solid length caressing the deepest, softest parts of her, made her whimper and tremble.

She wanted to hold still, savor him, relish every thrust, burn the sensations into her memory so she’d never forget how amazing he felt, but the intensity building inside made it impossible. She bucked beneath him, trying to bring him deeper. She ached to touch him. Couldn’t get enough of him. His ass seemed made for her hands and she gripped him as she arched into him.

His low growl spurred her on and she rose to meet his thrusts, moving with him. The pleasure building was nothing that she’d ever experienced before. This wasn’t just sex. This wasn’t some quick fling. He was wrecking her, shattering her, branding her as his.

She tried to increase the tempo but he laughed, low and deep. His hands brushed down her hip and pinned her to the bed. “Hold still, baby. Just let yourself feel. ”

He leaned down to nip at her neck, breathe in her ear. “You’re already quivering around me. Come on, Stanzia.” He thrust into her again, his lips claiming hers, his tongue spearing into her mouth. “Come for me.”

Her nails dug into his back. With him holding her down she couldn’t move. It forced her to absorb the pleasure building to a crescendo inside her. Forced her to experience every torturous sensation as he slid in and out, keeping the same steady pace that would drive her to madness.

“Luca!” she gasped, the wave of ecstasy cresting.

He released her, braced himself with his hands on either side of her head, his mouth devouring hers, his tongue plundering. He thrust, hard and deep, his pace increasing until she came, screaming his name. His kiss muffled the sounds of her release as she shuddered and quaked around him.

“God, Stanzia,” he said, his body trembling above hers, his rhythm faltering until he came with a roar, pouring his pleasure into her.

He eased himself down and she reveled in his weight resting on her, their heaving breaths mingling, their hearts pounding in time with each other. After a moment he rolled to the side, pulling her with him. He cupped her face and drew her to him for a long, lingering kiss that seared her to her very soul.

It didn’t matter anymore what their arrangement was—he could walk away right then and it wouldn’t matter. Whatever their deal had been, whatever she’d planned, was no longer valid. She was his. Totally. Completely. And forever. The fact that he probably didn’t feel the same was something she’d need to deal with when the time came.