by Marian Tee
His hand shaking a little at the effort he was exerting to keep his emotions in check, Damen reached out to caress one pale soft cheek with his knuckles. “I will always be sorry for hurting you – for being so fucking cruel.”
“You’re making me cry,” Mairi whispered almost resentfully. But it wasn’t really the tears she didn’t like. It was how Damen’s words made her forget her promise to herself.
Her words made him smile, but he continued in the same sober tone, “I vow to make it up to you every damn day of my life. Nothing will give me greater joy than to spend the rest of my life lov—”
Unable to take it anymore, Mairi threw herself at Damen, cutting off the rest of his words by plastering her mouth to his. She didn’t think she could avoid breaking down if he told her he loved her one more time.
For a moment, Damen was stiff and unresponsive. Mairi feared he would resist, but then just as sudden his arms locked around her, his mouth taking control of the kiss, and she could have sobbed as she surrendered complete control to his command. Their kiss was hot, wet, and passionate. It had the most bittersweet taste of desperation, like they only had finite time with each other even if they had just been married.
Damen felt the same thing, and fear and resolve made him break the kiss. Breathing hard, he looked down at Mairi and even though it was clear she wanted him as much as he wanted her, Damen knew it was not enough.
“One day,” he said fiercely, “I will make you believe.” He didn’t give her time to answer. She didn’t need to anyway. Both of them knew where they each stood. She didn’t believe he could ever love her, and he knew she was only with him out of pity.
But for now, none of it mattered.
For now, they were simply Damen and Mairi, and tonight was their wedding night.
Damen kissed Mairi again, this time holding nothing back. He poured all his love and longing for Mairi in his kiss, and he was rewarded not a second later by her whimper. He did his best to be gentle, not wanting to accidentally hurt her as he took off her clothes as fast as he could. She did the same for him, and his need for her only became greater when he realized that her fingers were shaking as much as his was.
Soon, all their clothes were gone, and as if their minds were one, both of them slowly ended the kiss and pulled away to gaze at each other.
Mairi’s throat dried at the sight of Damen’s splendid nakedness. It had been so long since she had seen his body and a delicious shiver of awareness went through her, something she wouldn’t have been able to stop even if her life had depended on it.
He had become noticeably thinner in the months they had been apart, but he remained as beautiful as ever in her eyes, every glorious inch of his long, hard body perfectly sculpted. His broad shoulders, his beautifully muscled chest, six-pack abs, his well-toned legs, and his thick and blatantly aroused cock –
Oh God.
Mairi’s eyes squeezed shut as her mind was suddenly filled with visions of a naked Damen on top of her, his smooth muscled back arching just before pushing his cock inside her, his buttocks flexing as her hands dug into his behind—
Beautiful.
The word played over and over in his mind, for it was truly the only thing Damen could think about as he slowly and thoroughly took in the sight of his resplendently naked bride. She had her arms crossed over her breasts, but they were ample enough for a hint of pinkness to show up on top. That tiny glimpse of her nipples was more than enough to have Damen’s cock jutting up even more insistently, and his desire became more and more uncontrollable as he took in her long bare legs and that sweet little pussy.
It was moist and dewy, and the fact that she was already aching and wet for him when he hadn’t yet touched her was the clincher.
With a groan, Damen snatched Mairi into his arms, and his need heightened as Mairi came to him not just willingly but with unrestrained eagerness. Their mouths fused, their tongues danced, and their arms clasped each other as their bodies became one.
Mairi moaned in his kiss, and Damen groaned with her, the sheer explosive heat of their passion making him wonder if he would even make it to the next minute. It had been so fucking long. Too long than what was right.
His arms tightened around hers. Never again, Damen thought as he kissed her harder the same time he moved them towards the bed. Fucking never, Damen vowed to himself as he guided Mairi to lie on her back. Never would he allow them to be apart from each other, and he didn’t give a damn what he had to do to keep them together.
Mairi moaned, neck arching as Damen finally released her lips to kiss his way down her body. Her hands moved to his hair, luxuriating in its softness, but her grip tightened involuntarily when she felt him nuzzling the valley between her breasts. His hands joined his mouth, and her body curved up towards him as she felt his fingers curl possessively around her flesh.
The temptation to suck on her nipples overrode him, and forgetting all about taking things slow and easy, Damen settled himself on one elbow while using his other hand to plump her breast and feed himself one pink succulent nipple.
Sensation, hot and sweet, burst inside Mairi’s body, and she gasped as Damen started sucking, teeth scraping, tongue laving. Her fingers drifted down, nails scraping his back in an effort to control the tide of pleasure that threatened to drown her. So, so long, she thought helplessly as she writhed under Damen’s hungrily sucking mouth.
As he moved to suck on her other nipple, he looked up at Mairi and possessive satisfaction uncurled inside him at the look of desire on her lovely face. “Tell me you want more,” he ordered, his own voice rough with lust. If he couldn’t make her say ‘I love you’ now, then the next best thing was to hear his wife admit that she wanted him.
Her desire for him had become knife-sharp, almost to the point of pain, and this made it easier for Mairi to forget all about her inhibitions. “More,” she choked out, and no sooner than she had said it, Damen’s mouth was on her other nipple.
Her cries echoed inside Damen’s room, bouncing against the wallpapered walls. Incandescent light shone down from each corner, making the room feel warm and intimate despite its vast size. Not a single thing had changed in his bedroom, but she could only marvel at this momentarily. Damen’s kisses demanded all of her attention, and soon Mairi could only see stars in her eyes as she lost herself in the sizzling heat of his touch.
Clutching his shoulders tightly, she tried to arch herself more closely towards Damen, silently urging him to suck harder. “Please,” she couldn’t help but whimper, and it was as if Damen could read her mind, for his lips did tighten around her nipple.
His mouth still on her breast, Damen started to caress the other parts of Mairi’s body. He squeezed the shapely cheeks of her buttocks with both his hands, kneading and squeezing them before he moved further down, running his hands over her silky soft legs. He had missed having Mairi’s legs wrapped around his waist as he thrust inside her, missed having her legs thrown over his shoulders as he fucked her hard. He missed a million things about her sweet hot body, and the memories aroused him to new heights, making Damen bite her nipple as he moved one hand up to feel just how wet she was.
“Damen!” She cried out his name, the feel of having his teeth clamp around her already sensitive nipple more than she could take. She looked down at Damen, dizzy with the pleasure his kisses gave her, and found him lifting his head. His fingers curved around her breast, caressing the pale globe as if in apology. Her body started to relax, free for the first time from the breathless and mind-blowing sexual thrall that Damen had it in. But just when Mairi’s breathing started to slow down, that was when she realized where Damen was.
His hands had parted her thighs wide open, and his gaze was on her womanhood, which was now soaking wet with her desire.
“Oh, God.” They were the only words she managed to croak out before Damen was eating her pussy. There were no gentle kisses, no teasing licks – there was no chance for Mairi to think or breathe because suddenly, Dame
n’s tongue was thrusting in and out of her.
Mairi screamed.
The scream had his cock pulsing harder, spurring Damen to make Mairi come – and come hard. While he used one hand to make her pussy open up more widely for him, allowing him greater ease in fucking her pussy with his tongue, he used his other hand to stroke her clit to life.
The tiny nub quivered and stiffened, almost as if pleading him to give it time to find a way to survive his touch. But Damen wasn’t in the mood to be gentle. His cock wasn’t in the mood to be gentle. He wanted all of Mairi. He wanted Mairi to come long and hard, wanted to fill her pussy with his seed until she was bursting with it.
And so he was ruthless.
In one swift move, his mouth was suddenly on her clit, lips clamping hard on the aroused flesh while he had three fingers pushing inside her pussy.
It was over in an instant, Mairi falling from the greatest heights of pleasure as Damen fucked her with his fingers while sucking on her clit. She cried his name over and over as she fell, but the pleasure his mouth and touch gave her showed no signs of stopping.
Words of love made her throat tighten, and it took everything in Mairi not to blurt them out. I love you. Damen, I love you. Forever. I love you forever.
She wanted to say them so badly, but she bit her lip hard to keep them inside her, knowing that to release them would only make her more vulnerable.
Wave after wave of pleasure crashed down on Mairi, her body shaking so hard that it was a miracle she hadn’t thrown Damen off her. He still hadn’t stopped working on her clit and his fingers were still thrusting in and out of her.
Her head lolled back against the pillow. “Please,” she whispered even though she wasn’t certain at all what she was pleading Damen for.
But Damen seemed to know.
In another swift unexpected move, Damen was looming on top of her, and Mairi’s eyes widened as she slowly felt Damen pushing his cock inside her pussy.
“Damen!”
Damen didn’t answer, focusing on keeping himself from tearing into Mairi’s drenching wet pussy with his cock. His teeth clenched harder as he pushed his cock further in, inch by inch. Only when he had his cock entrenched in her as deeply as possible did he look at Mairi.
“I’m going to fuck you hard now, sweetheart.”
Her lips parted in shock, but it was all the warning Damen could afford to give her. Desire roared inside his body like a ravenous monster, and with a hungry growl, he latched onto her breast with his mouth before pulling out then shoving his cock back into her.
Mairi held on to her husband with all her might, feeling like she might just float away if she didn’t anchor herself to Damen. His thrusts were hard and powerful, rough and possessive, leaving her no chance to think of anything but the sensual joy of being possessed by Damen.
His cock ripped into her over and over, but her pussy only seemed to welcome each thrust as her body started to tingle anew. She couldn’t believe she could want him again so quickly, but there was no denying the gradual buildup of wetness in the triangle between her legs. Passion had her body tightening bit by bit, and Mairi’s hips began to meet every thrust as her fingers gripped Damen’s hair with every sucking motion of his lips over her nipple.
Wanting to plunge deeper into her, Damen held her legs and opened them wide. He pulled out, and locking his gaze with Mairi’s, he rose onto his knees and pushed her legs further apart to create a wide V before sinking back in.
A scream rippled out of Mairi as Damen started fucking her again, the new position allowing Damen’s cock to reach deeper into her, enough for the head of his cock to brush against the walls of her womb. It was a shockingly raw possession, and she found herself moving her arms over her so she could grip the headboard to keep her body from twisting away with each thrust.
The hard wet slap of their bodies was unbelievably erotic, making her wetter and taking her closer and closer to another orgasm. Looking at Damen, she managed to choke out, “I’m...so near.”
Squeezing her legs in warning, he commanded, “Don’t come until I tell you to.”
His cock pistoned in and out of her even as he spoke, making it harder for Mairi to control the tremors that jolted her body. The need to come became acute, and she whimpered, fingers gripping the headboard more tightly. “Please,” she begged, and the muscles in her body pleaded with her, tightening around Damen’s cock.
Damen cursed, the tightening muscles of Mairi’s pussy too much for him to bear. His movements took a wild turn, his hips jutting furiously. Letting go of all control, he rammed into Mairi hard over and over. As his balls tightened and his body tightened, he gritted out, “Now.” His seed gushed out the moment he said the word, and he roared, the sound mingling with Mairi’s keening cry of pleasure as she came for the second time.
He held on to her, never stopping with the thrusts as he filled her with his seed. If he could only have one prayer answered, then it was that this night would create a miracle – a life that would bring him eternal joy and could be the tie that would keep Mairi with him forever.
Sobs of pleasure were torn out of her with each thrust, and when Damen finally rested his weight on top of her body, his pleasure spent, Mairi could only hug him tightly, her body still shaking hard against his in the aftermath of her own release.
Unthinkingly, she pressed her lips to one hard shoulder and inhaled his scent. She felt him shift, and then his lips were touching her hair, one tender touch to another.
“I love you, Mairi.” Damen whispered the words to her ear hoarsely.
Fresh tears stung her eyes, and she bit her lip hard enough for it to bleed. And that was okay. She could afford to shed some blood. It was words that she could never afford to speak right now. Or ever.
Damen tried not to let the disappointment of Mairi’s silence crush him. Soon, he promised to himself grimly. Whatever had to be done, he would do it, just to be the owner of Mairi’s heart once more.
Raising himself up so he could look at her, Damen said harshly, “I will make you love me again.”
Mairi ached painfully at the words, the desperate resolve on his face calling for her to soften. But still she didn’t give herself a chance to speak, instead cupping his face with shaking hands so she could pull Damen down and kiss him.
And as their lips met in another kiss that made their hearts both beat and twinge, she sent a little prayer up to the heavens, like she always did when she felt like there was nowhere to go, no one to turn to.
Dear God, if there is no way for me to stop loving him, then when the time comes that I must leave him, please, please, please give me the strength to disappear from his life forever.
Chapter Six
He said: If you marry a man like me, you must remember to live your life according to this one simple rule: your enemies’ enemies are your best friends.
She said: I was actually thinking something more like this – if you wed a Greek billionaire, your husband’s enemies’ enemies will also surely be Greek.
He said: I love you, matakia mou, but I must tell you that you made no sense.
She said: You Greeks love to fight. Just sayin’.
“You truly do not need to come with me,” Damen said the next night as he zipped the back of her dress, a sparkling sapphire-blue gown with a low-cut neckline that she had bought a few months ago in preparation for all the parties she had to attend as Damen’s then-fiancée. Mairi had a few misgivings when she had seen that Damen hadn’t touched a single thing in her closet. It didn’t feel right to wear clothes she had bought with his money – and during a time she had believed that he truly loved her.
But with them suddenly needing to go to a party tonight, Mairi decided to be simply practical about it. She would be a greater help to Damen if she was at least dressed to fit the part of his wife.
Seeing the worried frown on Damen’s face on the mirror, Mairi said reassuringly, “They can’t say anything that could hurt me.”
Dam
en was quiet for a moment. “Can’t they?”
Unbidden, she remembered the last time they had encountered the paparazzi, and Mairi shook her head vehemently even as she forced a smile. “I wasn’t prepared then. I am now.” Stepping away from him, she changed the subject, gazing at him through the mirror as she asked, “Well? Do I look okay?”
As Damen studied her appearance, she couldn’t help doing the same to him. She was no longer surprised, just resigned at the way butterflies fluttered its wings inside her stomach every time she took in Damen’s dazzling good looks. Everything about him was perfect, and strangely, she found him even more dazzling now that he was no longer a billionaire. The hardships he faced now had not weakened him at all. If anything, it had made him stronger, harder – it made him a hundred times more the man he already was, giving him the kind of raw power that money could never buy.
“You look perfect.” Damen’s words startled her into turning her head towards him, and that was then she realized he had come to stand right behind her. A gasp escaped Mairi when he bent down to place a soft, warm kiss on her nape, which was exposed by her hair’s upswept do. Her skin tingled at the touch of his lips, and Mairi couldn’t help but sigh and arch her neck when Damen’s lips started to move.
Closing her eyes, Mairi allowed herself the fantasy that they were really just newlyweds in love with each other.
“I love you.”
The fantasy shattered, Damen’s words something she could never really believe in.
Damen watched Mairi’s eyes flutter open, and the bleakness in them made him curse silently. He had known it would be too soon to speak the words, but he didn’t give a damn. He meant to break every damn wall around her heart, and he meant to say the words every day in hopes that there would be a time she could make herself say them back.
One day, Damen thought determinedly as he watched Mairi carefully move away from him with hooded eyes.