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‘Y-yours,’ she whispered, drowning in sensation.
Sliding his thumb out of her mouth, he dropped forward and then onto one elbow, hazel eyes still locked on hers, his fingers between her thighs.
He caressed her while slowly plucking the pins out of her hair. The diamond fasteners scattered onto the bed, each one glinting and sparkling as her restless body moved under his expert ministrations. And even as he took his time to spread her hair all over his pillow, whispering sensual Greek words in her ear, the fingers between her thighs moved faster, strumming that nerve-filled nub and driving her to the pinnacle of insanity.
Odessa’s cries grew louder as sensation built and built and built. As the tension gripping her body reached fever-pitch and she had no choice but to dig her fingers into his thick biceps, to hold on as heady and terrifying bliss rushed at her.
‘Ne...’ he encouraged, his fingers spearing into her hair to hold her still, to direct her gaze to his, before he commanded huskily, ‘Give it up, Odessa. Come for me. Now.’
Pleasure annihilated her, and it was made more electrifying by his rapt absorption in her every reaction, the way he hungrily devoured her surrender, then fused his lips to hers as her climax abated.
Her breathing was still worryingly agitated when she felt him rise, his fingers leaving her. It made her want to protest. But she knew he wasn’t done with her. And that mortifying need for more turned her head, let her watch him as he finally shook off his remaining clothes.
Ares in his early twenties had been breathtaking. A decade later, with time and intelligence and maturity thrown into the mix, his raw masculinity was utterly enthralling.
‘You like what you see?’ he asked, his hands braced on his hips, positively entrenched in his confidence and unabashed about his impressive erection.
Heat suffused her face, drawing low, deep laughter from him as she dragged her gaze away.
‘It’s okay...you don’t need to answer. I can tell for myself.’
Her eyes flew to his and he held them for a moment before staring blatantly at her peaked nipples and her twisting thighs. As much as she wanted to deny her body’s reaction, it was no use. He knew how overwhelmingly he affected her. What was the point in hiding it?
She forced herself to relax her limbs, felt her own confidence growing when she saw her effect on him. It was a good time to be reminded that back then he’d seemed captivated by her. Not as much as she’d been by him, but enough for her to accept that perhaps, all these years later, this thing wasn’t one-sided.
After all, would he still be so incensed about that kiss on her eighteenth birthday if he didn’t care?
Buoyed by the reminder, she raised her hands and raked her fingers through her hair, pushing it away from her sweat-sheened skin.
Fierce dark eyes followed the movement, and then she watched him swallow. Watched him jerk forward onto the bed, as if compelled by a power beyond him, to resume his position between her thighs.
Her confidence threatened to falter then. Because he was big. Overwhelming. Once again she was so focused on him that he was all she could see. All she could feel.
And when he took her mouth in a bold kiss, he was all she could taste.
The kiss was decadent. Control-wrecking.
The slide of his hand down the same path it had taken a handful of minutes ago reignited barely banked flames. Higher. More ferocious.
His hair-roughened thighs parted her smooth ones...
And there, among the priceless diamonds, the greedy grasping and sliding of flesh, the devilishly sublime feasting and quickly snatched breaths, Ares Zanelis finally possessed the forbidden princess he’d coveted for far too long and against all logical reasoning.
He basked in her smooth, silkiness. Exulted in her hitched breath as he entered her for the first time and her sublime, warm, tight sheath momentarily addled his brain before a deep breath restored a fraction of his mental prowess.
It was enough for him to luxuriate in her hungry cries, her broken demands for more and then for mercy. To watch her glorious mane ripple on his sheets in the way he’d yearned to see for so long. To watch his diamonds glitter on her skin the way he’d vowed they would an aeon ago, battling for supremacy against her sublime beauty and failing to outshine Odessa Santella...
No, Odessa Zanelis.
And even in this, Ares smugly concluded, his name sounded better alongside hers.
Wherever you are in hell, old man, I hope this makes you burn faster.
He drove harder into her, roared when she screamed his name and clung to him as if he were the last raft in a world-ending tempest. Then he held on, by a very thin thread, as she tumbled once again into a shattering climax around him.
He let go too, then, allowing utter mindlessness to consume him completely, knowing that while the reprieve was welcome—greedily embraced, even—the gnawing, obscene hunger that continued to grow within him would still be waiting once this victory was absorbed.
That perhaps it would even be worse.
