He leaned back and wrestled his soaked shirt up and over his head. Keeping his eyes trained on her face, he yanked his trousers open, his jaw clenching as she freed him from the wet fabric of his boxers.
He was already so hard...
Sucking in a breath, Effie wrapped her hand around his smooth, straining erection, her nipples tightening painfully as Achileas lowered his mouth to her breast and licked first one and then the other.
His hand was moving between her thighs, parting her to the cool night air and she moved against his hand, arching her back away from the wet sand, lifting her body, maddened by his touch, needing more of him. Her pulse accelerated as she felt the hard length of him dig into her stomach. So close to the soft, slick heat between her thighs.
But not close enough.
Grabbing his hips, she pulled him closer, and he grunted, grabbing himself, sucking in a breath.
‘I haven’t got a condom, Effie.’
Her stomach clenched. She stared at him in shock. She hadn’t thought this through. But then she hadn’t been thinking at all—or at least not in any logical way.
Her head had been spinning from everything Achileas had told her, and she’d been fighting the weight of his anger and pain. Her pain, too, for failing to help him—just as she had failed to help her father with his demons. But then he’d kissed her, and she had kissed him back, and that had been unthinking too...instinctive.
Necessary.
Only she had forgotten about protection.
‘I’m due my period any day, so I should be safe...’ her hands stilled against his chest ‘...but maybe we should go back to the villa.’
The risk of pregnancy was almost non-existent. But she had heard the tension in his voice when he had spoken about not giving his father heirs.
‘No.’ The muscles in his face were tight. ‘I want you now.’
‘I want you too,’ she said hoarsely.
He rolled over, taking her with him so that she was straddling his hips, and she shivered inside and out as his hands caught her by the waist and he lifted her, sliding the blunt head of his erection against her clitoris back and forth, until she thought she would die from pleasure.
She leaned forward, pressing her forehead into his, and now he pushed inside her, thrusting deeply and then withdrawing to thrust again, in a hard, intoxicating rhythm that made her moan against his mouth. It was coming. She could feel her body starting to fray around him, unravelling faster and faster, in time with his hips.
And then her muscles tensed, and she was shuddering against him, feeling his stubble rasping against her cheek as he lunged forward and his body spilled forcefully into hers.