What the Greek's Money Can't Buy(77)

                He suffered the sweet torture until the tell-tale tightening forced him to pull back. When she clung and made a sound of protest, Sakis seriously considered giving in, but no...

                The chance to take her again, stamp his possession on her, was paramount. He needed to obliterate that distance he’d sensed her trying to put between them. The reason for it was irrelevant. The need was too strong to question.

                He trailed hot kisses down her body, making her squirm anew for him. The seconds it took to locate and put on the condom felt like decades. But at last he parted her thighs and positioned himself at her entrance. She lifted her head and looked at him, her expression one of rapt hunger that almost equalled his own.

                ‘Are you invested in this?’ he rasped.

                A glimmer of alarm skittered through her eyes. ‘Sakis...’

                ‘Are you? Because I am, Brianna.’

                Her mouth parted on a shocked exhalation. ‘Please, Sakis, don’t say that.’

                ‘Why not?’

                ‘Because you don’t mean it.’

                ‘Yes, I do. I fought it for as long as I could, but in the end it was no use. I want you. I want this. Do you want it too?’

                Her breath shivered out of her. ‘Y-yes. I want this.’

                He plunged into her, perhaps a little more roughly than he’d intended, but his need was too great. Watching her breasts bounce with each thrust, Sakis wondered if a heart had ever burst from too much excitement, too much need.

                Because, even as he took her to the brink, he realised it wasn’t enough. He’d never get enough of Brianna. But this... Theos, this was a brilliant start. Later he would pause to examine his feelings a little bit more, reassure himself exactly what he was dealing with and how best to handle the strange feelings inside him. Because something was happening to him. Something he couldn’t define.

                As his brain melted from pleasure overload, he let his hands drift upward in a slow caress. His fingers grazed her scar and a feeling of primitive rage rose through him at the person who’d done this to her. If he hadn’t received Brianna’s reassurance that justice had been done, he’d have hunted the culprit down and torn him apart with his bare hands.

                Overwhelming protectiveness—another alien feeling he had to grapple with. Gripping her nape, he forced her up to receive his kiss as he surged one last time inside her, felt her spasm around him and let go.

                The rush was the best yet. With a groan that stemmed from his soul, he shut his eyes and gave in to it. It was a long time before reality descended on him again.

                * * *

                Brianna’s arms tightened around Sakis as their breaths returned to normal, fear clutching her heart.

                She’d spilled her guts to him about her mother. He’d been outraged on her behalf. He’d shown her sympathy that had touched her soul and made her realise that, while she’d forgiven her mother for an addiction she hadn’t been able to conquer, it was the pain of her abandonment when she was clean that hurt the most.

                But Sakis had readily admitted forgiveness was a rare commodity to him.

                She tried to tell herself it didn’t matter. Come Friday, when her time ran out, she would be out of here. Greg had taken to sending her hourly reminders of her deadline. To stop Sakis from getting suspicious, she’d put her phone on silent and zipped it out of sight in her jacket pocket.