Page 94 of The Lieutenant

He captured the moan with his mouth as he explored the dark recesses of mine. I wiggled again, pressing my knees against his hips. When he broke the kiss, rearing back, I gasped. Yet the angle was switched, the moment he plunged even deeper, pushing me into pure euphoria. I almost came, but he pulled out again, holding just the tip inside.

Teasing me as I’d done with him.

Pleasure coiled at the base of my spine as he fucked me, taking it slow and easy at first. His eyes were now locked on mine, the powerful man never blinking. In his eyes I witnessed so much emotion, a level of devotion I hadn’t thought existed. He made me want more. So much more.

“I want to touch you. Please,” I whispered.

He squeezed his hand around my wrists, his expression turning darker. But he let go of my arms, allowing me to roll my hands up his chest and over his shoulders. In turn, he grabbed one leg, lifting and easing it over his shoulder.

His cock went even deeper, his actions rough, almost brutal. He pushed us both into the bed, the headboard slamming against the wall. I imagined what anyone in the other room must be thinking.

“No one will ever touch you again. Do you hear me?” He growled the question, his entire body tensing.

“Yes. Yes, sir.” Calling him sir felt dirty yet right, a further awakening of the bad girl inside of me. The pleasure became so intense that I arched my back, forced to fist the bedding. I was losing myself in the man, unable to keep my mind from wishing for a fabulous future. But that wasn’t possible. Not with a man like Havros.

When I cried out, he withdrew, a concerned look on his face. “Are you okay?”

“More than okay. Just don’t stop. Please fuck me. Hard. Fast. Rough.” I wanted to feel raw, to have the sensations of his cock lingering for a long time. I needed him to paint me with his cum, allowing the scent to remain long after we were finished.

But he needed to come inside of me. I felt it. I sensed it instinctively. It was another way of him claiming me.

I bucked hard against him, savoring every tingle, every drip of perspiration running from his face to mine. I was electrified, my moans reflecting the utter rapture only he’d been able to provide.

My body couldn’t take any more, the wild sweep of a climax spinning through me like a tidal wave. “Havros!” Screaming out his name was natural, the sound fluttering against my tongue. The jolts of current were insane, tickling every nerve ending. A fire tore into every muscle, my body spasming.

Coming down was hard, my mind unable to process such ecstasy.

He dropped his head suddenly, his growls vibrating against my lips. He pressed up on both hands, his predatory stance sucking me into a dark and dangerous lair. But I no longer cared as long as I was with him.

He took my mouth again, our tongues twining as he pushed hard and fast. His muscles tensed, his guttural sounds roaring up from his throat. My climax finally ebbed, yet I squeezed my pussy muscles. Within seconds, his body responded and he erupted deep inside.

Havros continued pumping as he filled me with his seed. When he was finally spent, he pulled back, taking as many gasping breaths as I was.

“Fuck. So damn hot,” he murmured before tearing himself away, rolling onto his back. I stretched out, basking in the warmth and the delicious scent lingering in the room. I might never breathe normally again. When I eased onto my side, rolling my fingers lightly across his chest, he turned his head toward me. He tugged one of the pillows, planting his head on the surface. “You’re amazing, my kitten.”

“I think we both are.” The feel of his skin was sizzling, searing my fingertips, but more welcoming than I would have ever believed. “Being here with you in Paris is special. I shouldn’t say that. I know this means nothing.”

He rolled over onto his side, pulling my hand into his. As he kissed my knuckles, I allowed a single shudder. “Why do you think that?”

“Because it can’t. You have your life in Greece. I have my life in New York. You don’t want a relationship and eventually I do. I wasn’t certain I did until meeting you. I love this. Even though your world terrifies me more than I care to admit, the way you live your life by always being on the edge excites me too. That’s the way our passion is. Eventually, it will burn out. You know that.”

His deep breath lasted for several seconds as he brushed the rough pads of his fingers across and down my face. “No, I don’t know that. I’m not going to lie and tell you that I wanted anything like this because that wouldn’t be true. Watching Dimitrios with Willow sometimes does make me realize all I’m missing, but my life is hard on any relationship. I don’t need to explain to you why.”

“No, I guess you don’t.” I felt at peace, although a moment regarding my past swept through my mind and I hated myself for it. “I almost died under water.”

“What?” He furrowed his eyebrows.

Nodding, I closed my eyes briefly. “I was dating a man who worked with me when I was at theNew York Times. The relationship was good enough I placed my trust in him. We went on our first vacation together to the Cayman Islands. It was so beautiful, the water crystal clear and the beaches pearlescent white. We went diving the second day and it was perfect. So we went again.”

Havros tensed. “What did he do?”

I placed my hand on his chest. “I can’t prove he did anything, but I feel it in my heart. You know? You just have an innate sense of when someone isn’t who they say they are. Or if they wantto hurt you. I became tangled in a net or something. I honestly don’t know what it was other than it was holding me under the water. We were almost out of air and over seventy feet down. Which technically meant I should come up very slowly.”

“He left you there.”

“He swam off acting as if he didn’t see me. I could swear he’d surfaced. I was fighting with the rope, unable to cut it with the knife. Then it broke. He’d given it to me.”

“He sabotaged it.”

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