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The sound of her heartbeat filled her ears, loud, clear, and relentless. As Ioannis laid her gently on the bed, the world outside the suite disappeared; the city sounds, the scent of spices, even the ache in her chest dulled a bit. There was only the way his gaze burned into hers, the way his strong hands anchored her to the moment.
Her breaths came fast and shallow. Her skin buzzed with the weight of his attention, it felt like she was on fire. It was so hot, of was it just the moment being too hot for her?
He hadn't even fully touched her yet, but she already felt bared to him, like every piece of her soul was open and begging to be touched. She was drenched, she could feel it in her underwear.
He hovered above her without rushing. “You can still change your mind,” he murmured, his voice low and husky with restraint. “But if I touch you now, Yalda, I won’t stop halfway.”
Was it a warning? A threat? She didn't care at the moment, she just wanted to feel him everywhere, she wanted to feel.....better.
Her fingers curled into the sheets. She couldn’t speak, not yet, not with the way her throat had tightened. So she answered him the only way she could; by reaching up and tracing his jawline with her trembling fingers. His breath hitched, and then he came down to kiss her again, deeper this time, like her silent answer had unleashed him.
His body pressed against hers, firm and grounded, making her feel small and safe beneath him. Safe....
The kiss turned hot quickly, but still he paced it like he was learning every sigh she made, every shiver of hesitation. Gauging her reaction and ensuring she was alright.
His hand slid under her shirt, warm palm dragging up her stomach until he reached her breast. She gasped into his mouth when he cupped her gently, his thumb brushed her nipple with a teasing patience that sent sparks down her spine.
“I’ll take care of you,” he murmured into her skin, kissing a line down her throat, “I won’t hurt you.”
His words shouldn’t have made her cry, but they did. Siilent tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, not from sadness, not quite. She knew he wasn't going to hurt her, she beloved him completely. And the tenderness with which he handled her had her heart feeling unusual.
She closed her eyes, pushing back the tears and swallowing the tight lump in her throat. She wanted this. She wanted to forget everything else.
Ioannis slowly undressed her, each button he undid, each piece of clothing he removed, was done with reverence, no haste. He wanted to savor the moment, to take in every detail of her skin slowly.
And by the time she was naked beneath him, she was trembling with more than nerves. She was trembling from the way he looked at her; with admiration, hunger, and.... tenderness.
Nothing was said as he kissed down her chest, across her stomach, lower still, until she felt his tongue right there. She was writhing beneath his mouth as his tongue teased and tasted her folds and slit until she cried out, her fingers tangled in his hair.
She couldn't stop her hips from lifting off the mattress to rub herself against his mouth even more, and he let her have her fun for a brief moments before firmly grabbing her hips and pinning her to the bed, forcing her to feel everything just the way he was giving it.
She came, and it was slow and powerful, like her body had forgotten how to breathe and he had reminded it.
And still, he didn’t stop. He kissed her inner thigh softly, eyes on her face, checking her reactions, grounding her.
“Still with me?” he asked, brushing his lips up to her navel.
“Yes,” she breathed. Her voice sounded like she was crying, was she?
But in truth, she was barely holding on. Her body was melting, softening beneath him, her thoughts hazy and slow.
He straightened up to undress, shrugging off his jacket, unbuttoning his shirt with quiet confidence. She watched him, dazed. There was power in every movement, restrained strength in the way he peeled his clothes away, revealing smooth muscle and inked skin. He was beautiful. Dangerous.
And then he returned to her with more purpose, climbing over her body, his skin sliding against hers. He aligned their bodies slowly, giving her time, giving her a choice again; she could still change her mind now. But she nodded, and this time, her voice returned.
“I want this,” she whispered. She wanted this so badly and she was sure of it.
His lips curved, just slightly, but it wasn’t smug. It was warm. Grateful.
Then he pushed into her with a groan so deep it rumbled through her body. Her gasp matched it, sharp and needy. He filled her completely, stretching her open in a way that made her feel too much, and not enough. It was hard to explain what he did to her, what he made her feel.
He stilled, letting her adjust since he could feel her body growing tense with the slightest hint of discomfort. He leaned his forehead against hers. “You’re doing so well,” he whispered, brushing her hair back. “You feel incredible.”
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