He couldn’t stop himself from staring at her.
He’d never known his heart to beat so hard or so fast.
He ran a hand over the buttery skin of her thigh, which had risen to jut against him, and traced his fingers up over her soft stomach. He spread his hands to cover her breasts, a huge jolt of need coursing through him as he felt the joyous weight of them.
Save for her knickers, she was naked. Her curvaceous figure was every bit as enticing and womanly as the last time he’d lain with her, exuding a soft ripeness begging to be touched and tasted.
Bending his head, he caught a taut nipple in his mouth, felt more jolts bursting through him when he tasted her for himself.
Massaging her with his mouth and fingers, he used his free hand to unbuckle his belt and work off his trousers and underwear. The relief at being released from the confines of their material was immense. All that lay between them now was the cotton of her underwear.
She might not be clad in expensive silky lingerie, but he had never seen a more tempting, beautiful sight.
Joanne...a glorious Venus de Milo that only he knew about...
‘Have there been many others?’ He hauled himself up, the words falling from his tongue too quickly for him to stop them.
Her throat moved, hate suddenly flashing in her eyes. ‘You have no right to ask.’
‘You’re going to be my wife. I have every right.’ The thought of another man’s eyes seeing her like this, another man’s hands touching her...
‘And I have every right not to answer.’
Her hand brushed down his stomach to his freed erection, encircling it. Her breaths deepened.
Theseus closed his eyes and counted to three. All thoughts of her with other men disappeared as he gritted his teeth at the delight of her gentle touch. The pressure was light—too light. Torturously light.
He swooped down to claim her mouth for his own. Whatever men there might have been in the intervening years, he would drive them from her mind. He would mark her. He would make her understand with more than words that from this moment on she would be his and only his.
For the rest of her life.
In a swarm of kisses and touches he explored her, trailing his lips over her breasts and stomach, finding a strawberry birthmark as he tugged her underwear down and threw it onto the heap of clothes piled on the floor beside them, discovering a small mole at the top of her thigh... It was all for him. All for his eyes only.
Jo thrashed beneath him, her own hands reaching out and grasping, her nails digging into his back, her hips bucking upwards, inviting his possession. She gasped and cried out when he dipped his head between her legs.
He shuddered with need.
Five years without a woman...
Was it any wonder he felt so desperately on the edge?
But he had felt like this before. Once. With Jo...
He drove the thought from his mind.
He pressed his tongue against her.
Theos, she tasted divine.
She pushed her pelvis into him, her back arching. Her little moans of pleasure were like music to his ears and he increased the friction just a little, enough so that when she grabbed at his head she caught his hair in her hands and clasped it tightly. She was on the brink.
But he didn’t want her to come yet. Not this time. He wanted to read her eyes as she cried out with the pleasure of him being inside her. Selfishly, he wanted it all, and he wanted it now, before the craven need in him burst.
Trailing his tongue all the way back up her body, helpless to resist nuzzling into her gorgeous breasts once more, he lay between her parted legs and kissed her, possessing her with his mouth before guiding his erection to the heart of her and sliding into the tight, welcoming heat.
She cried out and stiffened.
‘Okay?’ he asked, only just able to get the word out.
Her answer was to nip at his cheek with her teeth and wrap her legs around him.
He thrust as deep as he could go, the sensations spreading through him at being fully sheathed inside her making him groan out loud.
Forget savouring the moment—he was long past that point. If he’d ever been there. All he wanted was to lose himself in the incredible feelings rushing through him, to listen to the wanton moans escaping her delicious mouth, and to find the release clamouring inside him.
As he pushed feverishly into her all he knew was that she must have some magical quality he reacted to. That she cast a spell that turned his body into a slave for pleasure.
Her response was as fevered as his own, her arms clasping him so tightly that he lay fully locked inside her, on her, fused with her into one being. Nothing mattered but this heady hunger that had to be satisfied or else they would both fall off the precipice.