Page 25 of Breaking the Annulment

His lips found hers again, silencing her protest. The kiss was slower this time, but no less potent. His hand slid beneath the open edges of her dress, now bunched above her hips, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. She arched into him, her body responding despite the warning bells ringing in her mind.

“Stop,” she whispered against his lips, though her voice lacked conviction.

Michalis stilled; his breath ragged against her cheek. He lifted his head, his eyes locking onto hers. They were dark, stormy, filled with an emotion she couldn’t decipher.

“Why are you doing this?” she demanded, her voice trembling. “What happened?”

His jaw tightened, the vulnerability in his gaze replaced by a familiar wall of dominance. “You’re mine,” he said, his voice rough, edged with something dangerous. “No one is going to take you away from me.”

Aurelia’s chest tightened, confusion and anger battling with the raw chemistry between them. “What are you talking about? Who?—”

“Don’t lie to me,” he snapped, his grip on her waist tightening. “I can feel it every time you pull away. You’re still planning to run to him.”

She stared at him, her heart pounding. “You know how I feel, Michalis. Annulment may not be an option anymore, but you can’t force me to stay like this forever.”

His expression darkened, a muscle ticking in his jaw. “You’re not going anywhere, Aurelia. Not now, not ever.”

Her breath hitched, her emotions a tangled mess of defiance and desire. “You can’t control me, Michalis.”

He leaned closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he murmured, “Watch me.”

Her heart slammed against her ribs, the promise in his voice sending a thrill down her spine despite herself. She hated him for it—for the way he could reduce her to a trembling, breathless mess with just a touch, a word.

The tension between them crackled like the storm outside, and Aurelia knew they were standing on the edge of something they could never come back from.

Michalis gave her no chance to protest.

His lips were hot and slick against her skin, leaving a trail of moisture in their wake. She gasped, arching her back, her body betraying her.

His mouth trailed down her collarbone, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak of her breasts. Aurelia moaned softly, her hands clenching his shoulders. He knew how to undo her, even when she didn’t want to be undone.

“Say it,” he growled, his voice dark and dangerous as he nipped at the swell of her breast through the sheer fabric. “Tell me you’re mine.”

The room spun around her, a firestorm of lust and anger colliding within her. “No,” she gasped through clenched teeth. “I won’t say it?—”

He bit down harder, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain straight to her core. “Say it.”

Aurelia writhed against him, both fighting and succumbing to the pleasure he inflicted on her. Her nails scored into his shoulders as she panted, fueling the fire between them.

With a growl, Michalis tore the dress, leaving her naked and vulnerable. His eyes raked over her body, hot and possessive. He slid two fingers inside her effortlessly, his thumb finding the most sensitive spot on her body without searching.

Aurelia screamed his name as waves of pleasure crashed over her but still clung to the shreds of resistance that remained.

“Who do you belong to?” he growled against her skin as he continued to plunder her senseless with his mouth and hands.

Her vision blurred, stars exploding behind her eyelids as she teetered on the edge of reason. Her defenses crumbled beneath his merciless onslaught as he plundered every inch of her body with single-minded determination. She was drowning in sensation—the feel of his wet clothes against her bare skin, his tormenting caresses sending shockwaves through every nerve ending until she could think of nothing else but him.

“Y-you,” she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m yours.”

Another jolt of pleasure coursed through her as he rewarded her words by sucking hard on her nipple, then biting it lightly. Aurelia arched off the wall, her nails digging into his back as she let out a strangled moan.

“Mine,” he growled against her skin, his fingers probing deeper, more insistent now. “Say it again.”

“Yours,” she gasped, her willpower shattering like the shards of control she’d desperately clung to earlier.

“Michalis, please—please.”

“Tell me you want this,agápe mou.”

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