The Billionaire’s Runaway Bride(34)

As he had moved between her legs, his hands had pushed her legs apart, allowing them to fall over his shoulders, Grace not sure what he was doing until his mouth had slid between the inside of her thigh, her eyes flying open with both shock and intense pleasure her mouth panting out the words to stop him

“P…Please Alexos…n…no”

A small chuckle from him the only answer as his fingers had slid along the wetness of her, a satisfied sound leaving his lips before that tongue had joined them, its flicking action causing her to gasp out loud as her hips had bucked against him.

Moving his hands to rest them on her belly, he had held her onto the bed as his tongue and mouth had carried on the seductive onslaught of her body, Grace wriggled and writhed uncontrollably under him unaware as she had moaned and gasped loudly, her hips moving with his mouth.

She had lost control. The only thing that mattered were the caresses of his tongue as it explored the heat of her, Grace not caring as she had begged him not to stop, her hands against his head. As all reason had seemed to leave her, light had danced before her eyes, her body starting to tense as he had moved sliding up her, Grace whimpering wanting to feel him on her.

“You smell of flowers still” he had whispered against her neck, his nostrils filled with the scent of her, as his mouth had claimed hers Grace tasting herself on his tongue the knowledge causing even more heat to pool between her legs as he had raised himself over her and with one sure thrust filled her with his entire length. Her head had flown back, her spine arching and with a cry of pure pleasure she had flown straight into orgasm her whole body exploding with wave upon wave of radiating mind-shattering pleasure.

As Grace had held him so tightly he had groaned, his head growing light with the feel of her around him, but as her muscles had spasmed and clenched he had pushed faster and harder into her. His breathing had become so ragged as she had cried out and quivered below him before all too soon his own body had tightened, his breathing changing as he too had climaxed releasing so deep within her, his whole being trembling with the intensity as darkness had momentarily rushed in to meet him Alexos collapsing over her, a dead weight in her arms.

Grace had lain confused yet so satisfied, a small sigh of contentment leaving her lips as her arms had held the large man, strangely enjoying the feel of him, surprised at the feeling of safety.

He had wanted to kiss her, to tell her things, things lovers did, his mouth closing as he had held back the words his mind trying to understand the intensity of his reaction to this woman, this still so inexperienced woman who should have been his wife, this woman who had used him and everybody else who had ever cared for her. Pushing himself onto his back he had looked over at her, the softness of their lovemaking still so visible in her eyes as he had pulled her into his arms holding her as their heartbeats had slowed, their breathing returned to normal.

Finally she had groaned looking up at him “H…how did I get here?” those big eyes holding his as he had smiled

“I carried you…you fell asleep at your desk” his reply as he had turned to his side, rising to lean on the heel of one hand smiling gently as he had looked down at her, her eyes closing as confusion had filled her.

She had wanted to yell at him, to accuse him of tricking her into sex, but had held her tongue. She had wanted it, wanted it so badly that it had hurt. She might hate this man, detest what he was doing, but it did not stop the desire for him, the way her body would come alive when he was close. To deny her attraction to him would have been the biggest lie of all and Grace was through with all the deception.

Opening her eyes once more she had let her hand rise to softly stroke his cheek surprise lighting his wonderful features.

“Thank you” she whispered raising her head to place a small kiss on his mouth before she had slid from him moving to the bathroom.

Alexos had watched her go, confusion filling him. What had she thanked him for, for carrying her to bed, for making love to her? With a small frown he had sought to understand why he even cared.

In the shower Grace had closed her eyes allowing the water to flow over her, allowing it to wash away his aroma, the feel of his body on hers. She wanted to be angry with him, to lash out and tell him to go to hell, never to touch her, a loud sigh leaving her lips. Six years ago she had used him. She had led him on and then ‘ditched’ him, and while her reasons had been at the time justifiable, she had not considered him, Grace realising that her interest in him over those years had been a manifestation of the guilt she felt towards him.