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‘What are you doing?’ she asked, when he pressed a hidden button and the painting sprang a couple of inches away from the wall.
Behind it she saw a state-of-the-art safe, inserted into the wall. With a thumbprint and a swiftly entered code, the thick door popped open. Ares released her long enough to pull out two pouches and a large oblong box that screamed more priceless jewellery.
She was proved right when, after sliding his hand around her waist and nudging her to the bed, he upended the contents of all three, leaving her wide eyed, mouth agape.
‘Indulging another fantasy. What else?’ he answered her belatedly.
‘A fantasy?’ she echoed, part of her not wanting to know what that might have been because it would make what was happening so much more unbearable.
His gaze turned a touch heavy, almost contemplative. ‘I left Alghero with little above a pittance in my pocket, but with big ambitions and perhaps foolish dreams.’ He shrugged. ‘One of those was to drape you in diamonds at the very first opportunity,’ he rasped.
Pain stung her heart. ‘But you left without telling me—’
He pressed his fingers to her lips and his jaw clenched a touch before he released it.
‘I don’t wish to start this with disharmony. Turn around,’ he instructed.
She complied—partly because she wanted a reprieve from the intensity in his eyes. But the touch of his fingers at her nape, brushing her bare skin as he freed the silk-covered buttons one by one, was torture in itself.
The dress pooled at her feet, leaving her clad in only a pair of white lace panties that barely covered the lower half of her butt cheeks.
Ares inhaled sharply and she felt the agitated rise and fall of his chest, felt her skin burning with the ferocity of his regard.
‘Thee mou. You are Aphrodite herself,’ he breathed, a moment before firm hands gripped her waist and tugged her back against the hot pillar of his body.
It was her turn to lose her breath. The sensation of being plastered against him was so searing, and so divine, a moan escaped before she could stop herself.
He caressed her waist for several seconds, then leaned past her and plucked the first gem set off the bed. The cold touch of a platinum chain puckered her nipples and beaded her skin. She glanced down, her eyes widening at the sight of a diamond-studded body chain, at the centre of which hung a shorter pendant chain that ended in a thumb-sized teardrop diamond.
She was so busy being awestruck at this very personal, very erotic piece of jewellery, she didn’t notice her panties were halfway down her thighs until Ares lifted her free of them.
Blushing, she drew her hands up to shield herself.
He caught her wrists and firmly drew them away, then turned her around. ‘No, yineka mou. Your breathtaking body was made to wear priceless diamonds,’ he muttered thickly, and then his gaze roved her body, his breathing turning harsher as he took in her naked diamond-ornamented form. ‘You are even better than I dreamt you’d be.’
Before she could even begin to grasp the fact that he’d dreamed of this, he was continuing, almost to himself.
‘Perhaps I should commission more of these...’
‘Please don’t.’
His head reared up, eyebrows rising. ‘Why not? Most women would—’
She snatched her hands from his, blind and hot jealousy punching her in the chest. ‘I’m not “most women”. I think the earlier we establish that, the better it will be for both of us.’
He leaned forward, brushed the tip of her nose with his, then inhaled deeply. For whatever reason, the move immediately calmed her roiling emotions.
‘Ne, you’re right. You’re my wife. And as such you hold a special place.’
Somewhat mollified, she bit her tongue against further protests. She’d learned a long time ago that an intransigent Ares was as immovable as Vesuvius.
‘I will have one made for here...’ He trailed the fingers of both hands over her clavicle, then down between her breasts to the upper curve of her waist. ‘And then another to pay homage to this glorious piece of heaven.’
His arms circled under her waist to her bottom, grabbing both globes in his hands before he let loose a deep, throaty groan.
‘Ares...’
‘I’m in two minds about how to decorate these, though...’
