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The Art of Loving a Greek Billionaire Page 3
Author: Marian Tee

Damen groaned. Words. They were just f**king words and yet he was instantly hard as a rock, every cell in his body urging him to sink his c**k into her lush heat. Raking a hand through his hair, he gritted out, “One last time, Mairi. Are you sure?”

“Yes—”

There was no time to speak, Damen taking her lips once more the same time he scooped her up in his arms like she weighed no more than a feather. She closed her eyes, leaning her head against his chest as his lips released hers and moved down her neck. His hand was caressing her breast, teasing her nipple to life.

When she opened her eyes, they were already in their bedroom and Damen was lowering her onto the bed. He followed her right after, dealing swiftly with both of their clothes. This time, his gaze had become dangerously hot, making Mairi wonder nervously if she had perhaps bitten off more than she could chew.

“Damen—”

“No backing out now,” he growled. He flipped her around and then arranged her limbs so that she found herself on all fours.

Oh, daaaaaamn.

Had she really asked Damen Leventis to take her ass?

She must have been crazy.

“Damen.” His name came out as a whimper, but she wasn’t sure if it was because she was terrified or excited.

“Ssssh…”

He settled over her, his chest pressing against her back, and the heavy weight of him made Mairi breathless. Was this it? Was she ready?

She tensed when he started to move, knowing it would hurt but unable to say anything to prevent it. She whimpered again when she felt Damen palming the cheeks of her ass, lovingly, possessively. One hand settled on the small of her back and pushed.

Mairi obeyed, lowering herself until she was practically flat on the bed while her ass was up in the air. He moved away from her and she started to breathe, only to feel his hands back on her ass. Her breath caught in her throat as Mairi felt Damen’s fingers slowly prying the cheeks apart.

Ooooooooh—

“Relax,” he whispered, just before using one finger to caress that tiny sensitive hole.

Mairi shuddered. She felt him moving back towards her and she tensed even more. Anytime now, anytime now—

Oh.

Damen’s finger left her sensitive hole and instead found her clitoris from behind. She was already wet with anticipation, but with his fingers playing with her nub she became even more so. “Damen.” She couldn’t stop moaning his name, couldn’t stop moving in response to the rhythm that his fingers set.

“More?” he asked in a purring voice.

She nodded, no longer able to stay coherent, not with his fingers sliding inside her, three of them at the same time. It was heaven and hell, the way those fingers of his could move so beautifully but never able to be as satisfying as the length and thickness of his cock.

Those tiny little gasps Mairi made had him aching all the way to his balls, but he controlled himself, knowing that if he did not he would only end up hurting her. He took his fingers out and used her own wetness to lubricate her other hole.

She moaned at his touch, and this time he knew she was more aroused than scared. Again, he leaned towards her, his chest against her back, close enough for Damen to reach one breast. Cupping her tender flesh, he squeezed her breast and teased her nipple the same time he slid one finger inside her other hole.

“Damen!” It hurt, the pain blazing, enough to have her feel like she was about to lose consciousness.

Pinching her nipple to have her gasp, he used the distraction to move his hand back down once more and teased her clitoris anew while keeping his finger inside her other hole.

Pain and pleasure battled inside her. It was impossible to forget the rawness of his penetration, but it was just as impossible to ignore the aching bliss of his fingers on her clit. She whimpered, she moaned, she cried, not knowing what she was begging Damen for. All she knew was that she couldn’t take anymore—

“Damen!” His finger had started moving inside her other hole.

“It will be even better soon, darling.” He spoke the words between clenched teeth, the sexy sounds Mairi was making enough to test his control. He f**ked her with his fingers from the other side, knowing that the sensation of being doubly penetrated would soon make her forget the pain.

In, out. In, out. Oh God, would it ever end? Would she want it to end? Please, please—

She didn’t know when it happened or how. All Mairi knew was that her body craved his possession in a way it had never before.

And he knew it.

He pulled his finger out, and without giving her time to draw another breath, he pried her cheeks open and slid the head of his c**k in. Her moan blended with his groan, the pleasure taking them both by surprise.

She was tight, extremely so, more than he could have ever imagined. He wanted to move, wanted to sink deeper into her ass but he did his best to control his desires. Mairi was not just any girl. She was the woman he loved. He would rather slit his throat than have her hurt the tiniest bit once more.

The urge to move became stronger, and he dug his nails into the sides of her hips. He drew a breath—

And that was when he felt it.

Mairi, moving slightly back to bump against him, causing the entire head of his c**k to slide inside her.

She moaned, but this time he couldn’t detect even the slightest thread of pain in it.

Or at least he didn’t think he had. Dio, let it not be his imagination giving him an alibi to move. “Mairi,” he said hoarsely. Perspiration covered his body, a result of his extreme efforts. “How do you feel now?”

Unable to make her throat work, Mairi could only push herself against him harder.

Fuck.

He did not imagine that.

Damen tried to keep his touch gentle as he pushed her down, silently commanding Mairi to flatten herself against the bed. She did so with a whimper, her hands clutching a part of the bedsheets between her fingers.

She was right to be scared.

Damen’s hands returned to clasp her h*ps in a chain-like grip. No matter how much she’d wriggle or try to break free, Mairi knew it would be impossible now. No matter how much she begged, she knew Damen wouldn’t let go of her now. And oh dear, but how that thrilled her—

“I’m going to ride you hard now, matakia mou.”

Oh, oh, oh – did he really have to tell her that? Did he really want her to be even more nervous and tense as she waited for him to…to—

He withdrew, creating a popping sound as the immense head of his long and hard c**k came out of her ass.

Mairi gripped the bedsheets harder, her breaths coming in deep fast gulps—

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