The bodice of Kitty’s dress was boned, meaning that she hadn’t needed to wear a bra. As Nikos
drew the red silk down lower and lower her breasts emerged like plump peaches and spilled into
his hands. Instantly he felt his body stir, and for a second he was tempted to rip the dress from
her body, throw her down on the bed and take her hard and fast. But with formidable will power
he curbed his impatience. He could sense her lingering uncertainty, and he knew he must take it
slow and arouse her fully until she ached as he ached with hot sexual frustration that clamoured
for release.
He pushed her dress down over her hips and tugged it down her thighs until it slithered to the
floor. Through the lacy panel of her knickers he could see the dark shadow of silky hair that
shielded her femininity, and he heard her swift indrawn breath when he hooked his fingers into
the waistband and stripped her completely.
When he had made love to her that first and only time in the cave she had been half hidden in
shadow. But now her body was exposed in all its voluptuous glory and he feasted his eyes on
her, gently moving her hands down when she tried to cover her breasts. ‘Why do you want to
hide yourself from me?’ he queried softly. ‘You are beautiful, Kitty, and I have never wanted
any woman the way I want you.’
Kitty trembled at his words, and watched, wide eyed, as he deftly removed his own clothes,
dropping his shirt and trousers carelessly to the floor to reveal his hard, muscular chest and
thighs. His silk boxers could not disguise the jutting length of his erection, and she snatched a
sharp little breath when he stepped out of them and stood before her, his awesome arousal
sending a flicker of trepidation through her.
But then he caught her to him and crushed her soft, pliant body against the hardness of his as he
slanted his mouth over hers and kissed her until she could think of nothing but him and her
desperate need for him to touch her between her legs and soothe the throbbing ache that began
low in her stomach. His tongue delved between her lips, taking the kiss to a deeper level, and she
responded mindlessly, matching his fierce passion until he groaned and lifted her onto the bed,#p#分页标题#e#
coming down beside her with one thigh across her hip to anchor her to the sheets.
‘You have magnificent breasts, Kitty mou .’ There was no hint of teasing in his low tone, just raw, feral need that sent an answering shaft of desire through her and made her arch her back
when he traced his mouth down from her lips to the deep valley of her cleavage. The flick of his
tongue across one dusky, swollen nipple and then its twin was so exquisite that she cried out and
dug her fingers into his thick black hair to hold him to her breasts. His soft laughter feathered her skin, and when he took each stiff crest in turn into his mouth and sucked hard she twisted her
hips restlessly and felt damp heat flood between her legs.
‘Nikos…’ The last shadows in her mind were blown away when he slid his hand over her
stomach to her thighs and rested there, tantalisingly close to where she longed for him to touch
her. She held her breath when he gently parted her, and when he slid his finger into her and
caressed her with rhythmic strokes she spread her legs a little wider so that he could continue his
erotic foreplay.
She could feel the solid length of his erection pushing against her thigh, and a tremor of shock
ran through her when he took her hand and placed it on his arousal. He was so hard and
powerful, and any second now she was going to have to take him inside her. She had done so
once before, she reminded herself as panic fluttered in her stomach. But then he moved over her,
slid his hand beneath her bottom to lift her slightly, and there was no time for doubt because he
eased forwards and entered her with one sure thrust that made her gasp as he filled her.
For a moment he stilled and stared down at her, his dark eyes burning into hers. Then he began
to move; firm, steady strokes as he drove into her, setting a pagan rhythm that echoed the
drumbeat of her heart and sent her blood thundering through her veins. She could feel the tension
inside her spiral with each exquisite thrust, and now he moved faster, harder, taking them
inexorably towards the edge. Kitty felt as though she was losing her grip on reality, lost to
sensation and the pleasure that was building and building. She clung to his shoulders and
anchored there while the storm raged. Little ripples were starting deep inside her and radiating
out as her climax hovered tantalisingly close. Desperation made her sob his name, and she
pleaded with him to never, ever stop. And suddenly she was there, suspended for timeless