Page 76 of A Diamond Deal
‘Konstantinos,’ she breathed into his mouth, and whatever sense—whatever rationality that remained—disappeared.
He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him. He turned them both around, dipped them beneath the warm water and found the wall beyond it. He held her there.
He dragged his mouth from hers. ‘I can’t wait,’ he admitted, because he couldn’t not admit it. ‘I need to be inside you, Poppy. So badly.’
He didn’t recognise it. His voice. The desperate edge to it. It was gritty. It wasn’t the voice of a man in control. It was the voice of a man who didn’t know what control meant. As if he hadn’t spent his life living by its definition.
‘I need that, too,’ she said, and kissed the edge of his lip, and then the other. ‘I needyou.’
He raised her bottom. The hard length of him arrowed to where it longed to be. Sheathed inside her. He dipped his hips forward and up.
Konstantinos thrust.
‘Yes!’ Her nails tore through his back. ‘More!Please, Konstantinos.More.’
Mindlessly, he thrust inside her. Again, and again. Chasing oblivion with her locked around his hips. Needing to find it.
‘I’m going to come,’ she half-screamed, half-sobbed. She sank her teeth into his shoulder.
He needed to slow down. He needed—
‘Oh, Konstantinos!’ Her intimate muscles clamped around him. Urged him to find his orgasm with her. And so desperately did he want to. So desperately did he want to come inside his wife.Inside her.
A war raged inside him.
He couldn’t do it. He would not allow himself to lose himself so completely. To put her at risk. Instead he held her still, waited for the tremors to slow, for her breathing to return to some semblance of normal. Only then did he lift her. Break the intimate seal of their bodies.
‘Konstantinos—’
‘It is wet,’ he told her. ‘Mind your footing.’
He steadied her on her feet.
She looked down at his still hard, still straining erection, glistening with the evidence of their shared desire.
‘You didn’t come,’ she said.
‘The condoms are in the bedroom. We will go to bed,’ he said, ‘and I will make you come again,’ he promised thickly.
‘No,’ she said, and she took him in hand.Stroked him.
He hardened. He was so hard he did not know it was possible for him to be so hard. So big was he, she could barely enclose her palm around him.
‘I want to makeyoucome,’ she admitted. ‘I want to kiss you.Here.’
Konstantinos stiffened. She’d offered him her mouth twice. And twice he’d denied her. He knew now, this wasn’t a game of power, or of control. But still, he hesitated. Still, he remembered how it had made him feel before.Vulnerable.
Why should he not allow her to taste him?
Soon she’d be gone. Soon he’d let her go. Why shouldn’t he allow himselfthis?
It would be a newness.
Not surrender.
‘Yes, please, Poppy,’ he said.
She fell to her knees, and took him into her mouth.
