“Should I stop? Is that all you can take?”
He gave her hair another strong yank, perhaps in retaliation for her flippant words. But it only had the effect of heightening her ardor, and she reflexively pressed her thighs together in a fruitless attempt to soothe the ache in her core.
Ever observant, his gaze caught her little movements. “I think that may be allyoucan take.”
She flushed, again embarrassed by the exposure of her need.
“Can you stand?”
She took a moment to find her feet, then engaged the strength of her abdomen and legs to rise smoothly. He watched her, and she didn’t miss the flare of heat in his gaze. Many men would have been put off by a woman who could best them physically, but Kallias seemed to relish it.
“Let’s see what else those strong legs can do,” he said, and beckoned her toward the bed.
He sank onto the mattress and put his hands on her shoulders to steady her as he brought her over him. Her breath quickenedas her thighs straddled his hips. This position would be an interesting challenge with her hands bound, as she couldn’t brace her hands against his chest to provide leverage and support as she rode him. Now, she’d have to rely entirely on the well-honed muscles of her thighs and the balance in her core to steady herself.
“This is how you want me?” she murmured, breathless, as she shifted into position atop him.
His hands gripped her hips. “You yourself gave me the idea the first time we were together. What was it you said? Lie back and let you do all the work?” He chuckled. “That sounded very appealing indeed.”
She snorted. “Lazy.”
“Maybe.” He traced his hands along her thighs. “I may as well put your strength to good use.”
She couldn’t wait any longer, and she sank down onto him, letting out a sigh as he filled her.
He hissed a word in his native Greek which had the flavor of an expletive. The clasp of his hands tightened on her hips. His eyes fell shut, his features tensing, sharpening, as lust took hold.
She eased him deeper until her hips settled atop his.Oh, that’s good. She’d nearly forgotten the unique pleasure of being filled like this, but now it all came rushing back.
Kallias groaned as she flexed her hips, testing the feel of him. “Don’t. Move,” he bit out. “Just for a moment.”
She allowed herself a smug smile, pleased at the effect she had on him.
Then he slid a hand between her legs, and her smugness vanished as he caressed the spot that begged for attention. A quiver ran through her, and her inner muscles clenched. He grunted,and his hips jerked beneath her, sending his cock even further into her.
“Gods below, I love the way you feel,” he panted.
Her hips rolled with the rhythm of his fingers, unable to keep still. She needed more,more—and if he stopped like he had earlier, she wasn’t sure she’d survive. “Please,” she gasped, her past reticence to beg stripped away by the all-consuming need. “Please, Kallias. Don’t stop.”
Maybe the begging worked, or maybe he just couldn’t resist either, for he didn’t stop. The pressure of his fingers increased, taking her pleasure even higher. He worked her with single-minded focus until the climax crashed over her. Lea pitched forward, shuddering. His hands caught her shoulders, and she leaned into his supportive hold.
“Keep going.” His voice was garbled, breathless. “Just like that.”
Even as the climax faded, she kept riding him, maintaining the rhythm that seemed to please him best. It ignited residual sparks of pleasure, sending a fresh wave of tingles over her.
Then his hands gripped her hips, pinning her against him as his body trembled and bucked beneath her. He issued another foreign curse, an agony of pleasure rippling over his face, and then he fell back, gasping.
Lea, too, struggled to catch her breath. She drank in the sight of him. He looked shattered, debauched, his dark hair falling into his eyes and a sheen of sweat on his forehead—even thoughhehadn’t been the one doing all the work.
She moved to lift herself off him, and he roused enough to help guide her, hands on her shoulders. Then, he undid the knot at her wrists and drew her down to lie next to him.
She was shivering, but she certainly wasn’t cold. He wrapped an arm around her, pressed a kiss to the top of her head, and they stayed like that, in comfortable, sated silence.
24
ThegrowlingofLea’sstomach woke her some time later. She sat up, groggy. Kallias was asleep behind her, his features smooth and relaxed. Somehow, he looked both strange and utterly at home in her bed. On one hand, he had the air of some sort of foreign prince, alluring and indolent, who had inexplicably found his way into her bed.
On the other hand, he looked like the only person she ever wanted there from now on.
