Page 71 of A Diamond Deal
‘Poppy,’ he growled, restraining himself, holding back months of denial.
He didn’t want their last time to be quick. He wanted it to be slow. He wanted to taste every inch of her. But slowly—it was pain. It was agony.
The only way to make it end, he knew, was to push his hips forward. Bury himself deep, and pray he could remember his way out of the cocoon of her heat. That after, when it was over, he could forget how good she felt wrapped around him.How right.
This last time of theirs, it had to be enough.
It would be enough, he told himself.
Slowly, he pressed into her.
‘Konstantinos!’
He buried himself inside her. Her intimate walls closed in. Enclosed him so tightly. He couldn’t breathe for the pleasure of it. It was blinding.Consuming.
‘Please…Move.’
He moved.
‘Yes,’ she moaned. ‘Deeper.’
He was lost. He arched his hips, buried his fingers into the bones of her hips and went deeper. So deep, he didn’t know where he ended and she began.
He thrust again and again until she screamed his name.
‘Konstantinos!’ Her hips locked. So tightly did she squeeze him.
‘Poppy!’
So hard did he come. It was bone-shattering. And he lost the will to hold himself above her. He collapsed on top of her. Buried his nose in her throat.
‘That was…’ she wrapped her arms around him. Panting just as hard as him ‘…intense.’
He made himself pull back—gather himself. His legs, his body screamed as he tried to move. But he did. He pulled himself free, rolled off her. He disposed of the condom in the bin beside the bed, ignored the stirring in his groin. So easy would it be to roll over to her, and do it again.
Konstantinos rolled onto his back. His brain rebelled. It told him to stand up and leave. Get out of the bed. To walk out the door and not look back.
Konstantinos did not get up.
He lay still.Quiet.
‘Are you okay?’ she asked, and rolled on her hip to face him.
Her question, it made his eyes narrow. Had anyone ever asked him if he was…okay? He couldn’t remember a time. And the question felt too blunt. Too visceral.
Her question, it probed him in tender places.Vulnerable places.
He wasn’t ready to open those parts of himself.
He didn’t know if he ever would be, or if he remembered how to access them.
‘I’m okay,’ she told him. She reached for him under the duvet. She placed the flat of her palm to his chest. To his heart thudding under the warmth of her delicate touch. It pounded as if it wanted out of his chest and into her hand. ‘I’m more than okay, actually.’
‘I’m fine,’ he said, but it was ragged, each word a combination of exhaled breath and a touch of something that came up from the pit of his stomach. A something he couldn’t name. But he didn’t want it inside him.
Her hand stroked him.
Moved down to his stomach.
