Modern Romance November 2019 Books 5-8. Dani Collins

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       What the hell was happening?

      I stared down at Calypso. Her eyes were shut in unbound pleasure.

      My fraying control took another hit, the feeling that this little witch with her wide streak of innocence that had turned out not to be a clever trick was responsible for my curious state driving confusion through me.

      The giving and taking of carnal pleasure was far from new to me but this…

      I wanted to tell her to open her eyes. To centre her to me. To—

      ‘Why are you stopping? Please don’t stop. I want more.’

      Her husky, innocent plea ramped up my arousal, the enormity of what was happening lending a savage edge to my hunger I’d never experienced before.

      But just to be sure she was right there with me I leaned closer, flicked my tongue over her nipple. ‘Do you like this, Calypso?’

      Short blunt nails dug into my back. ‘Yes!’

      ‘And this?’ I pulled the tight bud into my mouth, suckling her sweet flesh with fervour.

      ‘Ne. That… You do that so well. I never want it to end.’

      Theos. Did she not know what she was doing? That this kind of uncensored commentary could drive a man over the edge?

      But she wasn’t doing it with another man. She was doing it with me. The man she was bound to for the next twelve months.

      Her husband.

      Knowing I was her first shouldn’t be sending such primitive satisfaction through my blood. And yet it was, settling deep inside me with such definitive force it threw up a shock of bewilderment.

      I was thankful to avoid examining it in that moment. Because the utter nirvana of taking her, hearing her unfettered pleasure, was creating an unstoppable chain reaction inside me. One that kept me thrusting into her snug heat, my pulse racing to dangerous levels as her delicious lips parted and another torrent of words ran freely.

      ‘Glykó ouranó… I’m on fire… What you’re doing to me… Please… I need… I need…’

      My teeth gritted as I hung on to control with my fingertips. As her sweet body arched beneath mine and her head thrashed on the pillow.

      ‘You need to let go, Calypso.’ I sounded barely coherent to my own ears.

      With a sharp cry she gave herself over to her bliss, her sweet convulsions triggering mine. The depth of my climax left me gasping, the stars exploding across my vision unending.

      Leached of all power and control, I collapsed onto the pillows, stunned by the sorcery I’d just experienced. A unique experience I wanted to relive again. Immediately.

      Soft arms curved around my waist and I reached for her before I could stop myself—before I could question the wisdom of lingering when I normally exited. Pulling her into me when I normally distanced myself.

       I will. In a moment.

      Once I’d gathered myself. Once this experience had been dissected and slotted into its proper place.

      I would have fought any future attempt by Yiannis Petras to further line his pocket, but Calypso’s way of sealing all avenues had been…better. Pleasurable, even.

       Or foolish?

      I tensed, unwilling to accept that perhaps I could have found another way. Not succumbed to this bewitchment so readily.

       So draw a line under it. Leave!

      Her soft breathing feathered over my jaw. Sleep was stealing over her slightly flushed face. The urge to join her whispered over me—another wave of temptation that lingered for far too long, making me close my eyes for several minutes before common sense prevailed.

      So what if the sex was sublime? It was just sex. Come tomorrow my life would resume its normal course. This whole day would be behind me.

      I’d done my duty. Had ensured Petras would no longer be a threat to my family. For now the night was still young. There was no rush to go anywhere…

      Except temptation was ten times stronger when I woke in the early hours of the morning. In the murky light of dawn I caught the faintest glimpse of the slippery slope my grandfather had been led down by another Petras.

      A road I couldn’t risk.

      I put words to definitive action by rising and leaving the bed, gathering my clothes and walking out of the master bedroom.

      Because my business with my wife was over.