His fingers pinched the fabric at her hips, scrunched it tightly into his fists as it rose up her legs.
‘Theos mou…’
She shifted, placing her high-heeled foot against his lower back. His arms went beneath her firm bottom. Supported her. Lifted her. The heat of him pressed against her core.
‘Please,’ she mewed into his mouth.
He arched his hips. Pressed himself into her heat. The barrier of her panties gave way, but it didn’t give him what he wanted. To thrust up inside her and find oblivion.
He dragged his mouth from hers, buried his face in the crook of her throat. He moved his hips. The heat of him leapt between them. He trapped it against her stomach.
‘Konstantinos?’
‘I don’t have any protection.’
‘I’m on the pill.’
It was a bitter-sweet temptation.
The swell of him pulsed on the flat of her stomach.
‘It’s not enough. The pill failed us before.’
‘A rarity,’ she assured him, but he wasn’t assured.
He knew what could happen.
He remembered what they’d lost because it had failed them.
‘It’s too much of a risk,’ he roared against her flesh in a muffled cry of defeat.
He hadn’t been careful enough with her in the past.
So safe had he thought they were, in their marriage, in the world they’d built together.
He’d thought nothing could burst the bubble around them. Buthehad got her pregnant.
It was his fault.All of it.
He’dturned their world upside down.
He hadn’t protected her from…the accident.
It tore through him.
Something sharp.
Something foreign.
‘No,’ he growled.
He’dalmostfailed her again.
Failed himself.
‘We must stop.Now.’
‘Please,’ she said. ‘It’s extremely unlikely the contraceptive would fail us twice.’