She pushed against his chest and weakened for a second as she felt the thunder of his heart; he was so intensely powerful. “We can’t.”

“We can,” he whispered and skillfully released the clasp of her bra, exhaling with pleasure. The soft swell of her breasts being freed made the silk of her top whisper invitingly. “It’s what we both want.”

“Andreas,” she gasped, and tried to push their upper bodies apart. “It’s not what I want!”

“It isn’t? I think you’re lying to me again, Kizzy.” His voiced dropped to a provocative whisper. He drew a finger across the inflamed bead of her nipple. “You’re really going to ignore me? Is that why you’ve closed your eyes? Why you’re breathing so quickly? Why your heart sounds as if it’s about to burst?”

Kizzy couldn’t have responded clearly even if his mouth hadn’t been coaxing hers into delicious compliance. His kiss came from nowhere and her body was beginning to melt under his incendiary touch.

“Yes,” she said as his mouth trailed kisses along the length of her neck.

Deft fingers dealt with her trouser button and slowly slid down the zip. “That’s better.” A tug resulted in her pants’ slipping to the floor and before she knew what was happening, he had eased her down onto a sofa.

Kneeling between her parted legs, he probed her mouth greedily until she whimpered with surrender, dissolving beneath him with intense pleasure.

He pushed her decisively back against the cushions. Molding one hand around her breast, he brushed his fingertips teasingly over the skimpy triangle of silk that covered her sex.

“This part of you is incapable of deceit,” he murmured with satisfaction and slid his fingers beneath the flimsy fabric to explore the curls between her thighs.

“Andreas, please.” She wasn’t even sure what she was asking for but her pelvis tilted provocatively. “Please.”

Her breath quickened and her chest pushed against his hand, her legs parting even farther in invitation.

“I’ll buy you more,” he growled as he wrenched the gossamer fabric of her panties apart and threw the scrap of material to the floor. “I need to see you.”

Kizzy gasped as his tongue trailed down her neck, his fingers working expertly on the buttons of her camisole. The heat of their desire became almost too much, and she wrenched at her top, sending tiny buttons flying in the process.

“Buy me another of those too,” she muttered. She wanted his hand back between her legs.

Discarding her bra, Andreas ruthlessly dragged one peaked nipple into the heat of his mouth. He drew as much of her in as he could, licking and stimulating her into an almost unbearable state. He then turned his attention to the other breast, until her mouth fell open with raw desire.

“Is that good?” he teased, watching her flushed face.

She heard herself moan deeply. It was a sound she didn’t recognize, low and feral. “Here.” She guided his strong lean hand back toward the apex of her thighs and circled her hips against him, silently pleading.

He began to stroke his fingers rhythmically against the slick heat of her entrance. One long determined finger eased slowly inside to be fiercely gripped by an instinctive spasm.

She squirmed with pleasure, pressing her pubic bone against the hard joint of his hand.

“So tight, hara mou,” he groaned, and gave a shuddering breath. “So hot, I have to—”

Kizzy’s breathing became frantic as his mouth left her swollen nipples and he lowered his head between her thighs. As her hips writhed against him, she felt the almost piercing touch of his thumb pad against her clitoris.

“I have to taste you,” he finished roughly, and closed his heated mouth over that already stiffened nub of desire.

She laced her trembling hands through his black hair and relished the erotic scrape of stubble against the soft flesh of her inner thighs.

“Yes,” she breathed, and her hands greedily applied pressure to the back of his head.

Teasingly, he withdrew his finger, stimulating her internal muscles to cling tightly and demand more. She heard herself whimper in protest until his finger was suddenly replaced with his tongue. The flickering and twisting feeling inside was almost overwhelming as his fingers insistently stimulated her clitoris.

But now she needed more of him.

Her stomach muscles tightened with arousal. “More,” she gasped as she felt his tongue slip away, leaving her cold to the air. “Please, Andreas.”

“Hush.” He eased her gently apart with his fingers. “Let yourself go. Let me feel you fall apart.”

She moaned as his lips closed once more over her engorged bud and his finger slid easily into her slippery heat. Gently manipulating her clitoris between his teeth, sucking and tormenting, he responded to the bucking of her hips and began to ease a second digit inside her.

Her tense but eager body resisted slightly and she felt him lift one leg high over the back of the sofa to expose her as widely as possible.

Her head spun with delirium as he continued to gently lubricate her with his scorching tongue.

“That’s it, moro mou, relax. Let me give you as much as you can take, let me watch you come.”

Kizzy’s body began to convulse with unbearable intensity around his slow, thrusting fingers. She felt herself tumble out of the real world into one of unimaginable, seismic pleasure. She looked into the dark, smoldering, volcanic arousal of his eyes and could not remember why she had refused him before.

“Yes, I want it,” she whispered. “All of you inside me.”

Then reason vanished from her mind as Kizzy arched her back and moaned, hurtling over a cliff of exquisite sensation as his repeated movements urged her on to an uncontrollable climax.

“That shouldn’t have happened,” Kizzy stuttered awkwardly and drew her knees up defensively against her chest.

“But it did.” Andreas rose to join her on the sofa. He pulled her into his arms. “And you are magnificent.”

His tone was gentle but as Kizzy dared to quickly glance at him, she could see a dash of color high on his cheekbones. Desire still burned in his eyes.

What had she done?

She must have been out of her mind to behave in such a way, to have allowed herself to give in to physical temptation in such a sudden and reckless manner.

Hadn’t she learned anything over the years? Wasn’t she still paying the price for her mother’s unconditional love and response to her father?




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