Hot Picks: His Bride Of Consequence

When he’d walked out of the shower and seen her there, every muscle had clenched in reaction. She looked like a young goddess. Pale and glowing in the moonlight, her firm breasts upthrust and enticingly visible under her flimsy vest. The shaded darkness that hid her sex a shadowy promise of paradise.

Enough thinking, enough talking!

‘No, Kallie.’ He was hoarse. ‘I don’t hate you. I told you once, love is the other side of that. For one, you must have the other. I desire you, I want you…that’s all.’

And with a ruthlessness that made him feel on safer ground, he bent over her supine body, found her mouth and took it. Cruelly, to sate his hunger and to ignite hers. She lay rigid at first, as if in rejection of his words, but then slowly he could feel the tremor build until she was his again.

Kallie tried to hang onto his brutal words, tried to keep them in her head so that she’d stay rigid, stiff, unresponsive. But she couldn’t. She was too weak. When he’d spoken them, coldness had flooded her, she’d seen the way his eyes had turned calculating. The passion still burned but when forced to think about it, when she’d forced him to think about it, his distaste for what he was doing was palpable.

But the wish to hang onto his words was beyond Kallie’s weak grasp. At this moment only one thing was clear in her head. Only one thing she wanted more than his forgiveness, more than his acceptance, right now, was him.

Tearing his mouth from hers, he pulled her up, her hair tumbling over her shoulders, her long fringe covering her eyes. With one knee on the bed, he lifted her arms and pulled up her top, slipping it over her head. He pressed her back down. She looked away for a second as if she couldn’t bring herself to look at him, and he brought her face back with a hand on her jaw. He looked deeply into her aquamarine eyes, that shone dark green now with her arousal.

‘Kallie, don’t turn away from me, you want me…Say it…’

As if the words were pulled from her. ‘I…want you.’

He saw a glistening in her eyes and then she reached up and pulled him down on top of her, her hands on his shoulders, blindly searching for his mouth.

When he pulled back the brightness was gone from her eyes as though he’d imagined it. Length to length they touched. He was careful to keep his full weight off her. One thigh was a possessive heaviness between hers. He skimmed a hand down her chest, fingers circling her breasts. They thrust upwards, two perfect mounds, small pebble-hard tips. He could see her back arch, her stomach contract as his hand closed around one, fingers teasing, pulling at the peak. ‘Alexandros…please…’

He bent down and his mouth and tongue laved and suckled. First one breast, then the other. Her hands clutched at his head, directed him, guided him. With his other hand he reached down over the soft mound of her belly, felt the flare of her hips and went under her knickers. The hair was soft and springy. He took her knickers with him and could feel her lift her legs to help him guide them off. They were wet with her arousal and his penis jumped in response. It ached he was so hard and he wanted to thrust in so far and so deep that he’d have immediate release. But he knew that slowly would bring the biggest, sweetest release of all, and she’d made him wait. Now it was her turn.

Pulling her into him, chest to chest with one strong arm, her breasts crushed against him, his hand cupped her bare bottom, the cheeks round and voluptuous. His thigh nudged her legs apart and his hand found its way, from the succulent cheeks, around her silky flank and to the soft curls. Fingers threaded through the softness and then he was stroking back and forth, back and forth. Her mouth was an open gasp that she pressed against his shoulder, teeth biting gently as she fought to keep her moans back.

She threw her leg over his thigh, opening herself up even more, and reached a hand down, searching for and finding his aching erection, which was so hard and full that she opened her eyes wide.

‘All for you…’ he whispered, and kissed her, his fingers still stroking, finding the small hard nub and relentlessly flicking, circling, before dipping back. Now he was moving three fingers in and out. Her head fell back, she moaned aloud and her hand on his shaft moved up and down, the satin skin slipping over and back. His hand stalled for a second as he had to contain a shudder of pure blinding arousal. She’d almost pushed him over the edge.

‘Kallie…’

‘Alexandros…’

‘Stop…’

‘But…I want you…I want more…’

He took his hand away and her sex throbbed. She burned to have him fill her completely. As tangled as everything between them was emotionally, as tangled as their histories were, and as inexperienced as Kallie was, this felt like a dance she’d choreographed a long time ago. She knew exactly what to do. And it felt amazing. Stupendous.

He pressed her down on her back and she felt him shift his weight. She kept her hand on his penis and he came off her slightly and on both arms was poised over her. She arched her back, her hips up towards his, until the head of his penis nudged her entrance, its length in her hand. She’d never felt anything so erotic, never been so focused on one thing, one moment. Here and now. Nothing else mattered. Not the past, not the future.

He was poised to move inside her. Kallie finally took her hand off and arched up even higher. Her hips off the bed, she tried to reach around to his behind but couldn’t and put her hands on his waist, feeling the hollowed ridges that delineated the juncture to his thighs. Running soft hands, small fingers up and down. He pulsed and jumped between them.

She bit her lip, about to beg, and then, in one cataclysmic moment, he was there, sliding in…pushing into her moist welcoming heat. Her muscles clenched around him, drawing him in, all the way. Until they were completely joined, until she didn’t know where he stopped and she began, and when he started to move that she lost all semblance of control and sanity.

Alexandros was in another universe. A place he’d never been. Entering Kallie was like entering a foreign kingdom. Yet somewhere he already knew. The way she rose up to meet him, the subtly innocent twitch of her thighs against his that rocked her against him made him press down and into her fully, deeper and deeper. Slowly, enjoying every moment of feeling himself enveloped in her lush warmth, he pulled out and then pushed back in again. And it felt like coming home.

Sweat beaded on his brow, his upper lip. Kallie’s head was thrown back and as he thrust in again she looked up, reached hands up to his shoulders, then slid them down, reaching for and finding his buttocks, urging him deeper, longer, stronger, harder. One slim shapely leg caressed up and down the back of his thigh and he was losing it. All will for patience and finesse gone. He needed to have her now. Abandoning all control, he went with her urgings, incoherent mumbles, breathy whispers and thrust in, taking her hard and fast.

Her body arched up again, her hips rocked against his and with her breasts crushed against his chest, he felt her come apart in his arms, only managing to hold on himself until the last moment with a control he’d never had to call on before. And only then did he join her in his own blissful, incandescent climax.

Kallie woke with the first tentative light of dawn streaming into the room. She was on her side, facing Alexandros. Just a hair’s breadth away from touching, they were so close that if she sucked in a deep breath, her breasts would touch his chest. She looked at his face, which looked so much younger and vulnerable in repose. None of the hard phenomenally successful businessman was in evidence and it reminded her so much of the young man she’d known that a lump formed in her throat. A completely unbidden, monumental wave of tenderness and something else washed over her and she went stiff with instant panic. No, she couldn’t—wouldn’t—allow it to rise. She knew if she did that it would be to admit something that would have the potential to devastate her life even beyond what she already knew to be possible.

She reasoned with herself that it was completely understandable that all these feelings would be emerging. How many people got to realise their dreams, long-held fantasies? And what a dream…She closed her eyes briefly as the memory of what had happened last night washed over her. He had been everything she could have ever fantasised about and then some. A lover beyond compare, a master of the art, more in tune with her body than even she had been. Eliciting a response that made her dizzy with desire all over again. He’d taken her to the brink and past it over and over again. She had been as insatiable as him.

She opened her eyes again and studiously avoided looking down that tempting body stretched alongside her. Thea’s words came back into her head like poison. Insidious and spreading throughout her body, tainting what had happened. Things were so much worse than she could have ever imagined. What would his reaction be when he woke up? Perhaps a mocking, triumphant smile? She didn’t want to wait and find out, as myriad scenarios flooded her brain, all of them leaving her feeling exposed and far too vulnerable.

She cringed when she thought of the pitiable fight she’d put up. She may as well have just been waiting on his bed, gift-wrapped. That finally gave her the impetus to move. With stealthy grace Kallie slid from the bed and paused to pick up her strewn bits of nightwear, a blush staining her cheeks as she did so and quietly let herself out of the room.

When Alexandros woke up, he let himself lie there without opening his eyes for a few moments. He was feeling…replete, complete. For the first time in his life. The memory of Kallie’s body under his, so responsive, made a smile curve his lips. Never before had he had the experience of feeling like this afterwards. And as he woke a little more, the sated feeling was there but another feeling superseded it, which surprised him with its strength. A hunger. A craving, aching hunger of a body having tasted paradise and wanting more—now.

He smiled even wider as he thought of his instruction to his solicitor to have divorce papers ready for after the honeymoon. If he was feeling like this after one night, he anticipated the marriage lasting a little longer than a few weeks. This revenge was definitely sweet.

Where was she anyway? When they’d fallen asleep, exhausted, she’d been tucked into his chest, one lissome leg thrown over his. He stretched out an arm, the smile still on his face, expecting to find a warm, sexy body. Except he didn’t. His eyes snapped open, awake immediately. He jerked up. The bed was empty. Sunlight streamed in the window. He looked at the clock.

‘Theos!’

He never slept this late. Hadn’t slept this late in years. And he’d never woken up after a night spent with a woman in his bed to find her gone. He was always the one who woke first, left first. The one in control. He leapt out of the bed and pulled on jeans and a T-shirt. It was only at the door, as he opened it, that he thought of something. A dark scowl marring his face, he quickly checked Kallie’s room but it too was empty. His scowl got worse.

With his irritation growing and not really sure why he felt so annoyed, Alexandros came to the kitchen last. Sun was streaming in through the open door that led out to Thea’s small patio, where she had her herb garden and a tiny olive grove. He could hear muted voices and the sound of laughter.

Was that Kallie?

He walked to the door and stood stunned at the sight, as a whole other host of reactions settled into his bloodstream on seeing Kallie again. She was dressed in long shorts, a peasant-style vest top, her hair tied back and a bright scarf protecting it from the sun. Bare feet. She and Thea had their heads close together over some pots they were replanting. Since when had Thea and Kallie become friends again? He’d seen the way Thea had frozen Kallie out and had even felt a little sorry for her. But now…it reminded him so painfully of another time, so long ago that an inarticulate sound made both women start and turn around.

Kallie reacted quickly, her smile fading fast as she took in the dark mood that clung to Alexandros. He looked livid as he glared at her. Thankfully Thea provided a diversion, declaring in a flurry of movement that she would make him some breakfast. Alexandros never took his eyes off Kallie and stopped Thea going back inside with a curt ‘No!’

To Kallie he seemed to wrestle with something and then he suddenly smiled at Thea, the mood gone. His smile took her breath away and he looked years younger. Like the young man she’d envisaged while lying beside him that morning. Her heart clenched painfully. She knew she was in serious trouble. He directed his words to Thea but looked at Kallie. ‘I’m going to take Kallie out for a drive…would you prepare a picnic, please?’

Thea nodded enthusiastically and chattered on about where they should go. When she went back inside, Alexandros came close to Kallie. She had to tilt her head to look up, the sun harsh in her eyes. The look on his face, his whole demeanour screamed, You aren’t going to escape that easily.

Kallie gulped. He saw the movement and touched a finger to her throat. ‘We’ll leave in an hour…’

And he turned and went back inside.

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