Dimitrios chuckled, breathless. His answering smile unraveled the remaining barriers around her heart.
He’d never smiled before. There’d been hints that he might. Sharp glints in his eyes. Never this. He was unleashed.
The very sight of it set her on fire.
Whatever he saw in her expression, it dimmed his light and brought him closer. He threaded fingers into her hair and set his forehead down on hers. “You’ve got a lot more of me than that, I promise you.”
She circled his nose with hers. Their breath mingled. “Show me.”
She guided him to her entrance, and he pushed into her slick heat. Slow. Stretching her walls around him. His depth nearly shattered her restraint.
She couldn’t breathe. The entire world tipped, and she gripped the table’s edge.
Dimitrios didn’t move. Not yet.
“Breathe,” he whispered, voice like gravel. “I’ve got you.”
She met his eyes. Heart at war.
He had her. And he had no idea what it might cost him.
Milonia kissed him. It was the only way to quiet her conscience. Breathing him in, taking him full to the hilt, was the only way to get lost. To forget.
They moved.
Together.
Explored and worshipped. His mouth found her nipple and took it between his teeth. He pulled moans from her that were half-pleasure, half-despair. Every kiss, every touch, he asked for a part of her soul.
And she gave it to him.
Willingly.
Their pace turned frantic. She clawed with her nails. He gripped to bruise. They clung to each other, desperate to keep from coming apart.
But she was already undone.
Worship filled his eyes. Need. And something she refused to name, wild and dangerous.
Dimitrios pulled her to him by the hair, eyes fierce. “You’re the most exquisite woman I’ve ever seen.”
His words broke inside her. Still, she kissed him as if she could pour all her secrets into his mouth. As if their shared desire could cleanse her. Forgive her. Break her from her father’s chains.
Milonia’s body began to sear and tremble. A slow, rising tide. The orgasm rolled over her so suddenly that she forgot to breathe. Her eyes stung, and she screamed without sound, and he held her through it as she shattered in his arms.
Dimitrios followed her, rocking into her aftershocks, until finally, he emptied everything he was into her.
They clung, panting, bodies trembling, hearts racing in unison.
Souls aligned.
And bleeding.
Milonia stroked his hair. Kissed his cheek. His chin. His lips, slow. Soft.
Not a word passed between them.
In that silence, she dared look into the future. To the kind husband. The gentle father. The king who saw the individuals, not just the whole.
