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The elevator hadn’t even finished its descent before Ioannis had her pinned against the mirrored wall, his body pressing her back hard as his mouth crashed into hers. There was no pretense now, no softness, no restraint. Just raw, blistering hunger.
His kiss was brutal and deep, devouring her like a man denied too long.
Yalda gasped into his mouth, already breathless, her fingers clawing at his jacket, dragging it down his arms with frantic desperation. The air between them sparked with urgency, each second loaded with the promise of what was coming.
By the time they stumbled into the suite, their mouths hadn’t separated for more than a heartbeat. Buttons scattered across the floor, her heels abandoned by the door, his belt dangling from her clenched fist.
They didn’t make it to the bed.
With a low, primal growl, Ioannis dropped to his knees right there in the living room. He yanked her dress up over her hips and laid her down on the thick, luxurious carpet. The plush fibers cushioned her bare back, but it was the heat in his that made her shiver.
“Look at you,” he rasped, dragging his palms up her thighs, spreading her open for him. “Still so wet for me.”
She whimpered, her body arching toward his touch as he slid her panties aside and buried himself inside her in one smooth, deliberate thrust. The stretch was immediate and dizzying, her slick walls pulling him in deep. She cried out his name, and he swallowed it with his mouth, tongue plunging past her lips as his hips began to move.
It was hot. Messy. Wild.
His pace was steady and punishing, each thrust deep and slow, grinding into her like he wanted to brand her from the inside out. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, heels digging into the backs of his thighs to pull him deeper. He gripped her hips, fingers bruising, holding her in place as he rocked into her again and again.
Her dress was bunched up around her waist, her hair fanned out across the carpet, cheeks flushed, lips swollen from his kisses. He bent to trail his mouth along the line of her throat, dragging his teeth over the delicate skin before trailing kisses to her collarbone, then biting gently at her shoulder.
She was panting now, gasping his name between ragged moans, her nails scraping down his back, leaving red lines in their wake.
He loved it. Loved how she unraveled under him.
“Mine,” he growled against her ear, his thrusts growing more erratic, deeper, harder. “Say it.”
She clung to him, eyes wild, voice breaking on a moan. “Yours. I’m yours.”
And she was, completely, utterly his.
Her climax hit her like lightning, tearing through her with a shuddering cry. Her walls clenched around him, tight and pulsing, and he followed with a low, guttural groan, spilling deep inside her as he buried himself to the hilt and let go.
They stayed there, tangled together on the floor, skin damp and sticky, hearts pounding in sync. The room was filled only with the sounds of their slowing breath and the distant hum of the city lights beyond the window.
Yalda had barely caught her breath when Ioannis leaned over her again, his hand sliding between her thighs, fingers brushing over her still-sensitive core.
“You didn’t think we were done, did you?” he murmured, his voice rough, almost wicked. “I’m not nearly finished with you.”
Before she could answer, he flipped her effortlessly onto her stomach, guiding her up onto her hands and knees.
The carpet was warm beneath her palms, her body still quivering from the first release. He knelt behind her, dragging his hands along the curve of her hips, his thumbs spreading her open with a low groan.
“So fucking perfect,” he muttered, stroking himself once before pressing the thick head of his cock back inside her. The angle was different now, deeper, sharper, and she cried out, her head dropping forward as he filled her inch by inch.
He didn’t wait.
His thrusts were hard and deliberate, each one making her jolt forward, her moans turning into breathless whimpers.
One of his hands gripped her hip, the other trailing up her back, pushing her deeper into the floor as he drove into her with relentless force. The slap of skin on skin filled the room, fast and dirty, her name a raw sound on his tongue.
“Ioannis. Oh God...”
She shattered again, body clenching around him, hips shaking as a second climax tore through her. The sensation dragged him over the edge with her, his release hitting hard as he spilled inside her once more, his growl muffled as he leaned over her back and bit down gently on her shoulder.
They collapsed together, tangled and breathless.
Eventually, Ioannis shifted beside her, still breathless, and tucked a damp strand of hair behind her ear. He looked down at her with a lazy, satisfied smirk and murmured, “This is becoming a habit.”
His voice was warm, teasing, but his gaze, possessive and intense, promised it wouldn’t be the last time. Not even close.
Yalda smiled faintly, then sat up, pulling the hem of her dress down over her thighs. Her smile faded as she stared ahead at nothing in particular, her fingers worrying a crease in the fabric.
“I should tell you something,” she said finally, voice low.
He had been kind enough to tell her about Maria, she felt it was only right to tell him about Alexander so there were no secrets between them anymore. If they were to move forward, they needed to do it knowing each other thoroughly.
Ioannis shifted, giving her his full attention without interrupting.
“I was in love with my boss,” she began, quietly. “Alexander Monroe.”
His name tasted like dust on her tongue, but she loved the taste, loved the dust.
“I worked for him for years. And… he wasn’t just my boss. He was everything. Complicated, brilliant, cold at times, but... he changed me. He taught me so many things. Things I didn’t even know I needed to learn.”
She hesitated. Her throat tightened.
“We were together. It was.....a secret. Intense. And I thought we were forever, even if he never said it. I was pregnant once, and… we didn’t keep it.”
Her voice cracked on that last line, and Ioannis’s eyes softened. He didn’t speak, just reached for her hand, lacing their fingers.
“I left ended things because I got pregnant. He ended things so abruptly." Her voice was barely a whisper now. "I loved him so much."
She didn’t realize she was crying until Ioannis gently cupped her cheek, wiping a tear away with his thumb.
“You still do,” he said gently.
Yalda didn’t deny it. She couldn’t.
She just sat there, eyes wet, heart raw and open on the floor between them.
And he stayed beside her, quietly holding her hand, like he understood. Because maybe he did.
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