He moved carefully, filling her, giving her time, giving himself time, though every cell in his body screamed for more. He forced himself to breathe when he felt the thin barrier. His body trembled when Dani shifted her hips, pressing him deeper.
“Ah, Dani. Ah,moro mou.”
He groaned as her body adjusted around him. Fully. Possessed. He drew a ragged breath. Home.
She was tight, slick, warm, and clenching around him like she’d been made for no one else. He held still, shaking with the effort, every muscle taut with restraint.
She breathed against his throat.
One breath.
Then another.
He whispered to her softly—Greek endearments, sweet nonsense, anything to soothe her.
When she finally relaxed, he began to move.
Slowly at first. Testing. Easing her into the rhythm.
She gasped. Then moaned.
Her hips shifted to meet his.
He nearly lost it right then and there.
“Dani,” he choked. “You feel like heaven.”
She clung to him. Her eyes glazed with pleasure. “Don’t stop. Please, whatever you do, don’t stop.”
He didn’t—couldn’t even if he wanted to. He was beyond all rational thought. His focus was centered on the woman in his arms, the sounds of her breathless moans, the pleasure enveloping them.
Their rhythm built—gentle, then urgent. Moans turned into cries. Touches turned into grasps. Love whispered itself between kisses, between thrusts. Not spoken aloud, but felt in every touch, every sigh, every shuddering breath.
When she climaxed again, it was fierce, breathtaking—beautiful. The heat exploded through Alexandros like a star going nova. He knew it would be powerful, knew it would shake him—but he wasn’t prepared for the way it shattered him completely.
Minutes afterwards, his body still shuddered with the aftermath of his release. His cock still hard, throbbing against Dani’s silken channel. He held her tightly, stroking her hair, their bodies tangled in a sheen of sweat and moonlight.
She nestled against him, sated and safe.
“I love you, Danika. I love you with every fiber of my being,” he whispered, burying his face in her hair.
She didn’t answer.
But her hand curled against his chest, right over his heart.
And that was enough—for now.
Fourteen
The soft rise and fall of Alexandros’s chest as he breathed was the only sound in the room. His face—so calm, so heartbreakingly at peace—felt like a punch to her ribs.
Dani stood at the edge of the bed, barely breathing, her fingers clenched the soft canvas knapsack she had slung over her shoulder. Her body still hummed from the night before—her thighs ached, her lips tingled… and her chest ached like it might crack open.
Tears blurred her vision as she stared at the man she loved.
Loved.
She did. She loved him.
