The moment the hotel door clicked shut behind us, I whirled to face him. “That was beyond cruel, Chrys. No matter what she did—”
He silenced me with a kiss, backing me against the wall. My indignation flared, but his lips moved to my jaw, then my neck, leaving a trail of fire.
“I will always,” he murmured against my collarbone, “protect what’s mine.” His hands slid down my sides, gathering the midnight silk of my gown.
“It was still wrong,” I insisted, but my voice wavered as his mouth found my breast.
“Was it?” His teeth grazed my hardened bud. “She tried to destroy you. Destroy us.”
My resolve weakened with each kiss, each touch. His hands slipped beneath my dress, finding bare skin. “Seven days, aggelé mou,” he whispered, lifting me against him. “I’ve been starving.”
I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to the bed, his mouth never leaving mine. He laid me down gently, covering my body with his as he claimed my lips. His hunger mirrored my own.
“Babe,” I moaned as his lips moved to my neck, his hands exploring my body with familiarity.
He slid the straps of my dress down, exposing my breasts to his hungry gaze. His mouth found one nipple, then the other, lavishing them with attention until they were taut and aching.
“I could spend eternity worshipping your body, aggelé mou.”
He kissed every inch of my skin as if it were sacred ground. I tugged at his jacket, desperate to feel his skin against mine. He shrugged it off, his shirt following quickly behind.
I ran my hands over his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles and the intricate ink that decorated his skin. Each tattoo told a story, a piece of his past, and I loved every inch of him.
He captured my wrists, pinning them above my head as he claimed my mouth once more. I could feel his hardness pressing against me, and I wrapped my legs around him, urging him closer.
“Not yet, aggelé mou,” he murmured, his lips moving to my ear. “I want to taste you first.”
He released my wrists, his hands trailing down my body as he kissed a path down my stomach. He slipped my dress off completely, leaving me in nothing but my panties. His fingers hooked into the waistband, and he exposed me inch by inch, his eyes darkening with appreciation.
I was naked before him, vulnerable, but I felt no shame. The way he looked at me, with such love and desire, made me feel powerful.
Chrys kneeled between my legs, his hands gripping my thick thighs as he leaned in. The first touch of his tongue sent a jolt of pleasure through me. His tongue circled my sensitive bud before dipping inside me.
I gripped the sheets, my body writhing as he brought me closer and closer to bliss. He slid a finger inside me, then another, his mouth never leaving my clit. The sensation was overwhelming, and I came with a shout.
He looked up at me, his lips glistening with my arousal. “I love watching you come.”
Chrys stood up, his hands going to his belt. I watched as he undid it, his pants falling to the floor. His penis sprang free, ready for me. He crawled back onto the bed, covering me once more.
“Only you,” he said, his eyes locked on mine.
He buried himself deep inside me, possessing me completely. I wrapped my legs around him, my arms around his neck, holding him close.
“Look at me, aggelé mou,” he commanded softly. I opened my eyes, meeting his gaze. There was so much love, so much desire reflected in those blue depths. “I love you,” he whispered, as he continued to pump me.
Chrys rolled us over, so I was on top, straddling him. His hands gripped my hips, guiding me as I rode him. I placed my hands on his chest for balance.
He reached up, his fingers grabbing my braids, as he pulled me down for a kiss. It was passionate, desperate, a clash of teeth and tongues. I could feel his heart racing beneath my palm, his body tensing as he neared his release.
“Come with me, aggelé mou,” he whispered against my lips. “Let go, my love.”
I rode him harder, faster, chasing my release. Our bodies were slick, and I could feel my orgasm building, threatening to consume me.
With a scream, I came, my body trembling around him. He followed me over the edge, filling me with his sperm.
Our love was strong, unbreakable, a force to be reckoned with.
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