Page 12 of The Price of Fame

She was so tight, and he had to ease into her carefully.

“Omorphoula, have you been with someone before?”

She gave a hesitant shake of her head, and he paused with his dick halfway in her.

Shocked, Markus rested his forehead against hers and fought for some control. He would be her first. He needed to be loving and considerate, and then he smiled because if he had any say, he was going to be her one and only. “Kylie, thank you for this gift.” He tried not to think of the pressure he was now under.

He sat up, pulling her up again and wrapping her legs around him. “Slide down on me, omorphoula.”

Kylie’s lips met his as she pushed down on his penis, wincing into his mouth. Her nails dug into his back as she gripped onto him.

Once fully seated inside her, Markus caressed her breasts and played with her nub. Kylie kissed her way down his neck and sucked on his shoulder as she slowly moved up and down on him, finding her rhythm. He caressed her back as she rubbed herself against him.

As she moved herself back up to kissing her way to his mouth, his control started to slip, and his body hummed, ready for its release. Carefully, at first, he picked up the pace, holding her waist and helping to lift her.

Knowing he couldn’t hold out much longer, not with the effect she had on him, Markus unwrapped her legs and turned, laying her back down on the bed, and thrust back into her.

Kylie screamed. “Again, yes.”

Pistoning into her, he watched as she bucked against him, begging for release. Slamming home one last time, he sucked on her neck.

She moaned his name. “I’m coming, Markus.” Kylie’s now slick core pulsed around him, squeezing and milking him.

Giving her pussy what it wanted, he pulled out and hammered back in, letting himself go. He shouted her name, confessing his love in Greek.

Collapsing on top of her, he rolled them so she lay on top of him and hugged her close. He listened to her panting and stroked her back. This was what he wanted, Kylie, here with him from this moment on. He felt relaxed and sated for the first time in weeks, fighting to keep his eyes open so he could take in every detail of her, and then he closed his eyes for a moment.

Kylie leaned on Markus’ chest and watched as he fought to keep his eyes open. Once he fell asleep, she slid out of his hold, grabbed his shirt and put it on, and wandered around his room, noticing he had nothing personal out, not even a photo of the family he spoke of. Opening drawers, she still couldn’t find anything besides clothing and a passport.

She started to feel guilty that maybe she’d gone too far when she read his passport. She saw he travelled quite a bit. This only piqued her curiosity as to what he did for a living. Putting everything back, she walked to the shower and turned the taps on.

When she had the spray hot enough, she pulled off the shirt and got in, rinsing off the evidence of her first sexual encounter. She would never forget it. It had been everything she had hoped for and more.

Nothing had ever felt so good, though she’d been scared and unsure at first, but he’d made her think she was the most beautiful woman in the world. The only woman for him. She felt special for the first time since her parents had died.

Hopping out of the shower, she turned the water off and wrapped the towel around herself, debating what to do now. Should she get dressed and go home, or stay and try to sleep? Should she go exploring and try to find out more about the man she had just lost her virginity to?

She looked around the bedroom, and her eyes rested on the man sleeping in the bed. He was magnificent.

Kylie didn’t want to go home. She wanted to stay the night and wake up to his masculine scent, and she was dying to find out more about Markus.

Going to one of the drawers she’d seen shirts in, she grabbed one and put it on. Not bothering with shoes, she padded out to explore the rest of the house.

She found several unused rooms holding only basic bedroom furniture, the living room, and a balcony off that overlooking the beach. At the back of the living room were a kitchen and dining room. Walking out onto the balcony, her breath caught at the sight before her—a table for two set with wine glasses, candles, flowers, and a gift, nicely wrapped with a bow, lying on a plate.

“Wow, Kylie, this guy is going to break your heart. Look at what he did for you tonight. When he leaves in a month, you’re going to regret not running from him. You should leave now.” She deliberately said the words out loud, repeating what James had snarled at her the night before when he dropped her home after class.

Trailing her fingers along the bow on the present, she realized that James was angry because she spent most of her time with Markus, time Kylie usually spent with James and Gemma.

With her heart racing, she undid the bow on the present and lifted the lid, only to drop it on the table at the sight before her. Diamonds surrounded an oval blue sapphire, which had been set in a gold pendant hanging on a gold chain. Oh God, she couldn’t accept this. Could she? Hesitant at first, Kylie lifted the necklace out of its box, the whole time telling herself not to get attached to the beautiful jewelry.

Sitting in one of the chairs, she stared out at the ocean, holding the necklace. She didn’t know what to do.

Did she give Markus up before he broke her heart and she alienated her friends? She thought about the last three weeks and how he’d met her at her house each morning for her walks with Buddha. How he listened to her babble on about anything. She was even starting to get used to him picking her up from work and staking his claim of her in front of everyone.

Kylie loved all his stories about his family and friends. The only thing he never talked about was his work.

She let out a groan as it all came together. She was already falling in love with Markus. Kylie had been saving herself for a man she loved. That was why she’d never had sex with anyone. Sure, she had a small vibrator, her ladyfinger, but she had hardly ever used it.

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