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  “You want me to jerk off for you?” he ground out hoarsely. “To perform like an exhibitionist?”

  She moved closer still, not speaking, but nodding, with her gaze fixed on his hand. When he could smell her and feel the heat of her body near his, a shudder ripped through him.

  “Touch yourself,” he commanded in a low, rasping voice.

  She glanced up at him, looking confused. Then understanding dawned, but modesty or shyness prevented her from complying. He wanted to destroy all her inhibitions. He would teach her how to reveal the passionate nature she had been raised to repress.

  “You can do it,” he encouraged gruffly. “Am I not totally exposed for you?”

  Her gaze dropped to where his hand still gripped his swollen shaft. She looked up again and slowly lifted her hands to cup her breasts. The sight sent a bolt of fire from his chest to his crotch. His next command barely squeezed past his parched throat. “Now caress your nipples.”

  She used her thumbs to do as he asked. He watched, spellbound, as her whole body reacted to the stimulation. Her legs stiffened, hips thrusting forward while her stomach quivered. Her nipples grew harder, her areolas pebbled, and a flush spread across her chest, up her neck, to her cheeks.

  The vision of her caressing herself sent hot semen gushing from his cock, draining his balls, sending pleasure spiraling up his spine and throughout his body. The orgasm hit him fast and hard, making his legs quake and knees fold. He stumbled backward until he found support on the arm of the sofa. His hands dropped limply to his sides and his whole body vibrated with the aftermath of climax.

  Crystal amazed him by falling on her knees and placing her hands on his thighs. Her touch burned his skin. Her hot, wet tongue bathed his cock. She lapped like a kitten and he growled like a tomcat. After another few minutes of her licking and sucking, she had him roaring like a lion. Arousal stirred in his loins again, returning with a speed and strength that astounded him.

  Forcing himself to concentrate on her, he slowly pulled the pins from her hair and let the pale golden locks fall to her shoulders. Then he grasped handfuls of the silky strands to anchor himself as she continued to suck, her tongue toying with him, her teeth teasing. He uttered a warning, and still she kept sucking.

  “This is not what I planned,” he told her in a ragged voice. He had planned to be the seducer, not the quivering victim of her seductive prowess. “I promise to get even.”

  “I think I’d like that, too,” she said, lifting her head to look him in the eyes. “I think I’d like that very much.”

  Demetri pulled her up his body until she straddled his left thigh. He could smell her arousal mingled with his own. He grasped her waist with both hands, loving the feel of her soft, taut skin. Then he moved his leg, flexing his thigh muscles, coaxing her without words to ride him. Her hands fell to his shoulders as she began to rock herself across his leg, back and forth, back and forth, in slow, sensuous movements that soon had her trembling and whimpering. Her body wept for him, coating the hair on his leg and heightening the scent of her arousal.

  Demetri watched in awe as blond hair mingled with black. He’d always loved the diversity of their coloring. Her light skin, his dark. Her blonde hair, his black. Together they made a beautiful blend. They had often wondered what their children would look like. In the idyllic days of their love affair, they had laughed and loved and planned for a future.

  Seeing the contrasts now, he wondered again, but shoved the thought from his mind. He had been desperately in love, deeply angry and even more deeply hurt. It would not do to think of permanency and babies. He might be a strong man with great power and wealth, but he didn’t have the emotional strength to love her and lose her again. He planned to enjoy every minute of their renewed affair without risking his heart.

  Crystal moaned softly as the friction of her movements drove her passion higher. He tightened his grasp on her waist and urged her to move faster, rub harder. Her eyes closed and she tipped her head back, exposing more of her neck and throat to him. He dropped kisses across her chest, teasing with tiny little bites until she clutched his head and drew his mouth to her breasts. He flicked his tongue across one nipple and then the other, drawing urgent sounds from her. Those sounds sent fire licking through his veins, pumping up his cock until it became engorged and impatient again.

  He caught the fleshy skin of her breast and sucked it deeply into his mouth, making her gasp and quiver as he branded her with his passion. Then he slid a hand between her legs, thrusting his fingers into her pubic curls, feeling her heat and wetness. She soaked his hand and excitement roared through him again. He rubbed his thumb over her tight bud of nerves, pressing harder and harder, until she stiffened and cried out with pleasure. Her fingers locked in his hair, her body going tight and stiff as he gave her release, but he wanted more. He wanted to see her orgasm again, so he shifted her until he could thrust two fingers into her wet channel, massaging and working his fingers and thumb.

  This time, he promised himself, this time he would lick and kiss and suck every inch of her beautiful body before he gave in to his own needs. This time and every time thereafter, he would arouse her until she begged. She writhed and screamed and pleaded, but still he drove her higher.

  He had been more restrained with her in Greece, but he wanted to expose the darker side of his passionate nature and force her to do the same. Now that she had come to him, he would not let her hide behind her new cool facade He wanted to ignite a fiery passion in her to match his own. He planned to make sure no other man would ever satisfy her as he did. He wanted to stamp his scent and feel on her until she never wanted another lover.

  She dropped her hands to his shoulders, gouging the skin with her nails as he slammed his mouth onto hers, swallowing another cry of climax. Sweating and trembling, they clung to each other, sharing deep, hot kisses until they had to pause for breath. With his cock fully erect and longing for attention, he swung her into his arms and carried her to bed.

  Chapter Three

  Crystal found the strength to wrap her arms around Demetri’s neck as he strode through the opulent suite toward the master bedroom. Her heart still pounded wildly, her whole body quivering with the aftermath of multiple orgasms. Toes curled, vagina throbbing, her head lolled against his shoulder, but she fought to stay awake.

  The last few days had been beyond exhausting. His unexpected arrival had heaped more stress on the final hours of the fundraiser. She needed sleep, yet she didn’t want to waste a minute of their time together. If they only had two weeks, she would do her best to draw every ounce of pleasure from each hour, each day, to create a new horde of memories.

  “You took your time coming to me,” he grumbled near her ear.

  She smiled and opened her eyes as he laid her on the cool sheets of the big bed. His eyes, always dark, looked stormy with desire.

  “Were you impatient for me or just for sexual release?” She glanced at his erect cock, her mind replaying the sight of him clutching it in his fist. She’d never seen anything more erotic or arousing in her life. “You obviously could have managed without me.”

  “Not so, little tease,” he charged. “The sight of you caressing your beautiful breasts is what brought me to satisfaction. My own hand, that’s a boring substitute for this.” As he spoke, his hand slid over her stomach and between her thighs. “The next time I come, I want to be so deep inside of you, we don’t know where one ends and the other begins.”

  He dipped his fingers between her legs, tickling, teasing, and playing with her folds. Crystal caught her breath as he eased two, then three fingers into her. Weariness fled as he slowly finger-fucked her.

  “You are so hot, wet and responsive. I want to do things with you that we never attempted in Greece. Things that a passionate, dominant man longs to do with his woman.”

  Her heart pounded at the deep, dark tone of his voice and the equally dark desire in his expression. His gaze locked with hers as his fingers continued to pl
under her tender flesh. She’d thought him an intense, passionate lover when they’d been together. What did he want from her now that was different?

  Leaning over her, he rested one elbow near her head while his other had remained between her legs. “You look wary, my American lover,” he taunted, using his thumb to rub her clit. “Are you afraid I want some sort of retribution?”

  Clutching fistfuls of the sheet, Crystal stared into his eyes. She’d never seen any sign of cruelty from him, nor feared him on a physical level. “Do you?”

  “I want a lot of things, most especially to have my way with your lush body. I want to tie you up and keep you bound while I make love to you in any fashion that comes to my mind. I want to make you scream and come and scream some more. I want to bite and pinch and pound myself into you until our bodies rage with orgasm. Then I want to do it all again, fucking like wild animals until neither of us has the energy to move a muscle. Only then will I feel compensated for the years lost.” His gaze bore into hers. “Do my primal needs scare or repel you?”

  She stared into his eyes, her throat too tight to respond, but her body answered his question. Her nipples hardened and her pussy clenched around his fingers. No man had ever excited her this way. Though wary of his motives, anticipation sung through her at his bold declaration of intent. Her skin tightened and nerves jangled. She licked suddenly dry lips.

  In response, Demetri grasped her wrists and drew her arms behind her back, locking them at her waist. He held them in a firm grip that thrust her chest close to his face. She felt the heat of his breath as he nuzzled first one breast and then the other before licking every centimeter of each areola. She whimpered, twisting and turning as much as her position would allow.

  She wanted his mouth on her nipples, but he wouldn’t be rushed. Tension sang through her body again, pulling her muscles tight. When he finally lapped at the aching buds with his tongue, her hips bucked. He slid more fully over her body to anchor her to the bed. She felt his heat and hardness. His erection pressed against her, but not close enough. Not where she needed it.

  She writhed and moaned, begging. In response, he nipped at her left nipple, biting hard enough to draw a surprised cry from her. She bucked again as he soothed and sucked the nipple with hot, damp mouth. She felt the sting and then the pull from breast to vagina, her whole body wired with tension. When she didn’t think she could stand another second of the torment, he sunk his teeth into her right nipple, stinging and then soothing. Crystal threw her head back, trying to thrash her body, yet pinned in a submissive position.

  “Do you want me, little lover?” His voice had gone low and hoarse. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

  She tossed her head from side to side, panting as her body absorbed more sexual arousal than she’d ever experienced, yet she’d never said the word aloud. Her college friends had used the word as a casual explicative, but years of social conditioning made her reluctant to actually say it.

  “I want to hear the word from your lips,” he insisted. “Until then, I will feast on you.”

  He released her wrists, but ordered her to keep them behind her back. Crystal complied, breathing deeply and feeling a brief reprieve until he slid further down her body and grasped both of her thighs. He nudged them apart until she couldn’t spread them any further. Her breathing escalated as he sat back on his knees and scrutinized her wantonly displayed genitals.

  “Your pussy weeps for me,” he said, his tone light, but the expression in his eyes as turbulent as a thunderstorm. “I would like to see you tied to the bed, so open and inviting. Does it thrill you to know I like what I see and that my cock also weeps with need?”

  Crystal wanted him more desperately than she’d ever wanted anything in her life. She looked at his thick erection and made a needy sound, but couldn’t bring herself to ask for more.

  “Still need coaxing?” he taunted. He bent at the waist and leaned his forearms between her thighs. His head dipped and she felt the lash of his tongue on her vaginal lips. When she bucked her hips, he grabbed her thighs to restrict her movements. He used his tongue and teeth to drive her to the edge of orgasm, but not far enough. So close, she’d been so close and he’d stopped the stimulation, choosing to press kisses on her quivering thighs until her body relaxed a little. He licked and kissed her until she’d calmed enough to breathe normally again. Then he shocked her by dipping his fingers into her wet channel and sucking her clit as deeply into his mouth as possible.

  “Fuck me!” she finally screamed in hoarse demand, needing him more than her next breath. “Please, Demetri, please!”

  He rose above her and thrust into her hard and fast. She gasped as he filled her to the hilt, withdrew and slammed back into her with passionate force. Her body exploded with release, stars shooting behind her eyes as hot sensation racing over her body. Her legs stiffened, her hips bucked as he continued to pump into her with riveting force. He drove her higher and higher until they both climaxed together. Breath sawing, bodies sweating and trembling, they collapsed against the bed and slept.

  Crystal awoke the next morning to the feel of Demetri’s fingers plucking at her nipples. They lay spoon fashion in the big bed as sunshine poured through the windows. Her whole body felt tender and sensitive, yet his caresses renewed the throbbing low in her belly. She started to turn in his arms, but he held her still and dropped his mouth to the back of her neck.

  Her nerves came alive when he licked and kissed and sucked at her flesh while tugging her nipples to aching tautness. Her breathing grew rapid and shallow as he pressed his erection against her hip, letting her know what he wanted. She wiggled, teasing him until he moaned. Then he wrapped a hand around her thigh, lifting it and opening her to accept his jutting erection. He buried himself deeply inside of her and they groaned in unison.

  “Good morning, my lover. Torra tha se gamiso. I’m going to fuck you,” he whispered as he reached around their joined bodies and played with her clit, pressing it against his cock. He rolled and rubbed the nub with his fingers and thumb while slowly fucking her from behind. In record time, she screamed with release, shivering and panting. His thrusts grew more urgent and a second orgasm hit her at the same time he shouted his release.

  As she struggled to regulate her breathing, Crystal slowly turned in Demetri’s arms. She loved his hard, strong body, loved seeing the intense satisfaction on his face and the glittering triumph in his eyes. Loved the satiated gleam of his expression and loved knowing she could put it there. She knew her features mirrored the same deep, sensual elation.

  Slipping her arms around his waist, she shifted until their bodies were in alignment and she could press her breasts to his solid chest. Her nipples tingled as they tangled in the dark, wiry hair. She purred like a cat at the heady sensations.

  “You are a frustrating, intoxicating seductress.” He buried his face under her sweat-dampened hair and whispered in her ear. “Like fine wine in my blood.”

  She shifted so that she could look him in the eyes. “You make it sound like a curse.”

  He returned her stare. “Perhaps. I want you even though I don’t want to want you. Is that a blessing or a curse?”

  She started to shift out of his reach, but he pressed her back on the bed, holding her captive with his powerful body. Her breath hissed out as he slid a strong thigh between her legs and crushed her breasts with his chest. Before she could find the words to tell him off, he grasped her head between his hands and crushed her mouth with a hard, demanding kiss. He sunk his fingers in her hair, holding her tightly while he plunged his tongue through her lips.

  Crystal would have refused him if he hadn’t kissed her with such undeniable hunger. His kisses were long and deep and probing. Except for a few gasps of air, he continued to kiss her until she’d forgotten about leaving his arms. She’d forgotten he thought her a curse, although she realized she’d been cursed as well. Even though their relationship had no future, she couldn’t get enough of him. All she wanted t
o do was wallow in his attention as long as he would have her. If that made her a slut or a whore, so be it.

  The funds they’d raised for the foundation had been disappointing, but Demetri’s guarantee of millions hadn’t been a factor in her decision to come to him. She’d wanted him as urgently as he’d wanted her. She needed to feel like the woman she became in his arms, needed the freedom and release of passionate energy that always simmered just below her poised social façade. Demetri was the only man who’d ever tempted her to reveal her true nature. With him, she became an openly sensual creature.

  “I missed you,” she whispered softly when their mouths parted.

  “And I, you,” he replied, his gaze roaming her face.

  She studied him with equal thoroughness. “You’re not so easy to forget.”

  “Not as easy as giving candy to a baby?” he teased.

  She smiled and corrected him. “It’s taking candy from a baby.”

  “That’s just stupid,” he argued, as though totally engrossed in the silly conversation. “Whoever started this expression, they must not have babies. Babies do not easily give up their sweets.”

  She shook her head, thinking he spoke with the voice of experience. His family had lots of babies. The memory tugged at her heart and reopened the old wound. She had missed them all when she’d been ostracized from his Greek home.

  When the smile slipped from her lips, he cupped her face in his hands and used his thumbs to smooth the hair from her face. “In your country, your skin looks more pale and your hair less pale.”

  A safe subject, thought Crystal. Maybe there were a few subjects they could discuss without causing pain and disillusionment. “Your perpetual sunshine bleaches my hair lighter and turns my skin darker.”

  “Ironic, yes, that it lightens your hair while all my countrymen and women have black hair by nature’s design?”