Ink covered every inch of his arms, spiraling from his wrists to his shoulders in blacks and grays. The artwork continued across his chest—an engine deconstructed into its components, pistons, and gears flowing across his skin in a sprawling mechanical masterpiece.
I surged up on my toes, crashing my mouth against his in a greedy kiss. Our lips moved hungrily, tongues tangling with urgent need, teeth nipping as if we were starving for each other.
I groped him shamelessly, tracing the ridges of his abs before dipping lower to palm the bulge straining against his pants. He groaned into my mouth, one hand cupping my ass possessively, while the other kneaded my breast.
“Aris,” I breathed against his mouth.
I pulled back an inch, needing air, but he wouldn’t give it to me. He chased my lips, claiming them again.
Then, his fingers delved between my thighs, finding my clit with unerring accuracy. He circled it slowly at first, then faster, building a rhythm that made my knees weaken. My hips bucked against his hand as sparks shot through me.
He finally abandoned my lips, lowering his head to latch onto my nipple. He sucked it into his mouth, and I arched into him, my fingers digging into his shoulders for support as he licked and teased, alternating between gentle flicks and firm pulls that made my core clench.
All the while, his fingers never relented on my clit, building pressure unbearably fast. “These will be problem for me,” he murmured against my skin before switching to the other breast.
My hands trembled as I worked at his belt, desperate to feel more of him. “I’ll be in Greece until the end of August.”
His fingers stilled. “This gives us what... two months, yes?”
“About that. Maybe less.”
“Then we should not waste time.” He stepped back to strip off the rest of his clothes.
I watched, mesmerized by the reveal of hard muscle and tan skin, the artwork extending down one leg in those same blacks and grays, before he rolled on protection.
“Arms around my neck,” he commanded, and I obeyed. He checked my hold before lifting me and backing me against the cool metal of the rail.
I locked my legs around his waist as he positioned himself. He nudged against me, the crown of his erection parting me before he pushed inside in one deep thrust.
The cry that escaped me echoed across the water. He was thick, stretching me, filling me completely. He paused, giving me a moment to adjust to the fullness, then began to move with deep strokes.
“Yes...” My head fell back, exposing my throat to the night air. “God, yes...”
“Not God.” He punctuated the words with a thrust so deep I saw stars. “Say my name.”
I forced my eyes open, meeting his. “Aris,” then louder as he continued moving inside me, each thrust driving the sound from my throat. “Aris!”
Aris lowered his head, capturing a nipple before drawing it between his teeth. I clenched around him involuntarily.
His hand wrapped around my throat, and my whole body lit up. I hadn’t expected it. Hadn’t known I’d want the weight of his palm against my pulse, the pressure that made every nerve ending sharpen until I felt him everywhere at once.
He applied enough pressure as he guided my upper body back. I hovered over the rail, suspended in his grip while he continued to drive into me without mercy.
My breasts bounced with each powerful thrust, and I could see the hunger in his eyes as he watched, utterly transfixed by their movement. The sounds coming from me grew louder, more desperate, as he angled deeper, hitting my G-spot.
“Aris... I’m close...”
“That is mine. Let me feel it.”
I shattered with a scream that probably carried clear to the mainland, my entire body convulsing around him. The sensation pushed him over too, and he followed with a groan.
Aris released my throat and pulled me upright, crushing me against his chest as the aftershocks rippled through us. His arms banded around me, holding me securely while we both struggled to catch our breath. We stayed locked together, the Mediterranean breeze cooling our sweat-slicked skin.
“Again?” I whispered against his chest.
“Yes.” The single word was almost a growl. He kissed my shoulder, then my neck. “I have two months with you, and I will make every single second count.”
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