Book 2 Chapter 10
They returned to the master suite, leaving the cool, herb-scented air of the garden. Ioannis insisted Yalda needed warmth and rest before anything else. He walked her into the bathroom, they stop before the mirror and Yalda tried lowering her gaze to avoid looking at her reflection but he gently held her chin to stop her.
He looked strong and flawless standing behind her while she looked like she had died and woken up just now. He seemed to notice the look in her eyes because he leaned in and planted a lingering kiss on her neck causing her eyes to flutter close as the pit of her stomach stirred. He wrapped his arms around her stomach endearingly as he pressed her back against his chest.
"You're beautiful." He said, his warm breath fanned her neck sensual. "The most beautiful woman I've ever encountered."
A shuddering breath left her as she pried her eyes open. She watched him through the mirror with darken eyes, his eyes were just as dark as hers but there was restraint behind them.
"Time to take a hot shower. Take your time, agápi mou," he instructed. "I'm going down to grab dinner. I'll be back up in twenty minutes. Get warm, and get into bed."
Yalda nodded, appreciating the simple clarity of his commands. She was too tired, too emotionally saturated, to make decisions for herself. Obedience was bliss, she'd learned that a long time ago.
The shower was long and hot, washing away the last lingering chill of the evening air. When she emerged, she slipped into a soft night shirt and climbed into bed. The sheets were crisp and cool against her skin, a perfect contrast to the heat of the shower.
She reached for her phone on the bedside table, she scrolled uninterestedly until she stumbled upon a message from Riley which she had missed.
Riley: 'Hey, haven't heard from you in a bit. Hope you're doing better. Are you up for coffee tomorrow? I saw that gallery opened downtown, maybe a distraction would help?'
Yalda smiled faintly. Riley meant well, trying to pull her back into the routine of city life, she'd been trying so hard since Alexander passed.
She quickly typed a reply.
Yalda: 'Thank you, Riley. That’s kind. But I’m back in Greece.'
Almost instantly, the phone buzzed back.
Riley: 'Whoa! That’s incredible! So happy for you. That’s exactly what you need. A change of scenery. Enjoy every minute. Hope you’re relaxing! Talk soon. Laters girl!'
She set the phone down, feeling the soft pull of sleep, but she waited for Ioannis.
Soon enough, the door opened softly, and Ioannis walked in. He didn't speak, he simply crossed the room, climbed onto the bed, and slid in beside her. He gathered her instantly, spooning her back against his chest, tucking her securely into the warm curve of his body.
She melted against him immediately.
He began to comb his fingers gently through her still-damp hair, the repetitive motion was relaxing and hypnotic. It was the same tender, non-sexual touch he had used in the garden, a touch purely intended to soothe her.
"How are you?" he murmured against her neck, his voice low and quiet. "Are you warm enough?"
"I'm good," Yalda whispered, savoring the feeling of his skin against hers. "I'm warm enough."
A short, significant silence settled between them, the only sounds the rustle of the linens and the rhythmic breath of the sea far below.
"I still can't believe it," Ioannis said softly, breaking the quiet.
"Believe what?"
"The baby." He shifted slightly, his arms tightening around her waist. "It feels surreal."
He paused, then a gentle laugh escaping him. "I'm excited, truly excited. I can't even articulate the sheer force of the transformation this has brought." He said. "I'm looking forward to it. To having a little one around.
Yalda smiled faintly, It was all she could do. She couldn't match his enthusiasm. Her excitement was still choked by the fear and the guilt.
He brought his hand down from her hair, letting it rest gently on the soft, taut skin of her abdomen. It wasn't a passionate touch; it was an act of communion; a tender acknowledgement of the life inside her. He began to rub her tummy, slowly, his large pqlm rubbed gentle circular motions over the place where the baby was growing.
But as his hand continued its slow massage, Yalda began to feel something else. A heat began stirring at the pit of her stomach before she could control it.
She knew the pressure of his hand was meant to soothe, but it had began to feel intensely intimate now, it was sending waves of sensation radiating outward from beneath his palm. The blood rushed through her veins, warm and insistent. She began squirming restlessly, she couldn't even help it at this point.
Her breathing became shallow till it hitched. She was getting wet already, she could feel it. She clenched her thighs to lessen the pressure in her throbbing pussy but it did little to nothing. Her nipples hardened and strained against her nightshirt till it was almost painful.
Ioannis stopped combing her hair. His hand ceased its gentle circling on her stomach as he became aware of the seismic shift in her energy. Even in the dim light, she knew he felt the subtle tremor in her breathing, the restless pressure of her back against his chest. She was turned on and she was almost trembling against him.
He paused, waiting for a confirmation. Ioannis gently turned her face toward him, his hand left her stomach to cup her cheek. His eyes searched hers, he wanted to be sure he wasn't mistaking, after all, he recognized the exact nature of her restless energy, the immediate shift from comfort to craving. He knew what her body was asking for.
"Yalda," he asked, his voice low. "Do you want me to stop?"
Her mind screamed Yes, it screamed for her to stop the betrayal and complication. But her body wanted something else entirely.
"No," she whispered. "Don't."
The simple word hung in the air thickly.
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