Page 80 of The Kiss that Captured a Billionaire
For the first time since that phone call from Nikos, the knot in his stomach eased. Rose was safe. She was his. And now—finally—he could start thinking about forever.
The villa was quiet when Theo slipped back inside. The air carried the faint scent of sea and jasmine, a reminder of where they were… and that they’d made it here together.
In their room, the lamplight was low, casting a warm glow over the bed where Rose lay curled beneath the covers. He stood for a moment just watching her, letting the sight of her—safe, breathing, here—wash over him like a tide.
He crossed to the bathroom, stripped, then stepped into the shower. The rush of warm water beat against his tense muscles. He let it run over his face, down his neck, across his chest—that still felt tight from the hours he’d spent imagining losing her. By the time he turned the water off, the tension had eased, but his need for her had grown.
Sliding between the sheets, he eased close, careful not to wake her—until she sighed, her hand tracing down his chest in a touch that was both tender and claiming. Her lips brushed his shoulder, lingering there, warm and real, grounding him because she was here.
“I missed you,” she murmured, snuggling closer and sliding her hand down to wrap around his full shaft.
He turned his head toward her, and in that moment, whatever fragile leash he’d been holding on his emotions unraveled, leaving only the raw need to hold and love her.
He rolled toward her, gathering her into his arms and kissing her like he needed her breath to survive. She kissed him back, herfingers curling into his hair and pulling him closer. The fear, the relief, the love—it all tangled together, fierce and overwhelming.
He cupped her face, brushing his thumb over the softness of her cheek as if committing her to memory—the curve of her lips, the warmth in her eyes, and the quiet strength that had kept her safe until he could reach her.
“I thought I lost you,” he whispered against her mouth.
“You didn’t,” she murmured. “I’m right here.”
His chest constricted. He kissed her again, slower this time, as if savoring each second, each taste. His hands moved over her with reverence, learning her all over again, mapping every inch as though proving to himself she was whole.
She bowed into him, her breathy gasps searing him. Her legs fell apart in invitation as her hips rose. The slick slide of flesh made him groan. He deepened his kiss, their tongues tangling in a wild dance.
When he finally slid into her, it wasn’t with urgency but with a deep, steady connection—each movement a vow, each breath a silent promise he would never let her go.
She held him close, her legs curling around his waist, her breath soft in his ear. Their bodies moved together in a rhythm that felt older than either of them, unhurried and certain.
Her eyes found his in the lamplight, and whatever walls he’d built inside himself crumbled. He let her see everything—his fear, his devotion, the way she’d carved herself into him so deeply, there was no separating them.
“I love you, Rose. I love you so damn much, it terrifies me,” he said, his voice rough, breaking just enough to betray the truth.
Her answering smile was tender, luminous. “I love you too.”
He rolled his hips. His fingers threaded through her hair, tightening. He wanted to make love slowly, but his emotions were too ravaged, too close to the surface. She understood.
Her legs loosened from around his waist, her hands rising to cup his face, her gaze locking with his—wordless understanding passing between them.
“Love me, Theo. I don’t want gentle. I want to know I’m alive… here… with you,” she pleaded.
“God, Rose!S’agapó, my beautiful Rose. I love you,kardiá mou.”
He would love every inch of her body tonight. They both released a low moan when he pulled out of her. His lips worshipped her. He kissed his way down along her jaw to her throat. His lips pleasured her nipples until she was begging him for release.
He trailed down her smooth stomach and feasted. Her body writhed beneath the onslaught, but he held her there until she shattered.
While her body still trembled from her release, he guided her onto her stomach, lifting her onto her knees with a tenderness that contrasted the raw possession of his next thrust—burying himself fully, completely, as if staking his claim all over again.
“Theo!” she whimpered, sensitive to the point of pain.
“You’re mine, Rose,” he declared as he drove into her, wrapping his arms around her and cupping her breasts as he pulled her closer. He rocked his hips in deep thrusts, holding her tighter as he felt his release building. “And I’m yours.”
“I… belong… to you,” she choked, her voice cracking with emotion and need.
“Yes. Yes,agápi mou!” he shouted, his voice hoarse as he thrust one last time, burying himself as pleasure burst from him and his release filled her.
He stayed inside her, their bodies clinging as if parting was unthinkable. Each heartbeat, each breath, tethered him more tightly to her.
