She was still choking by the time he had carried her all the way up to the master’s bedroom on the second floor. And instead of gently laying her down on the bed, Damen surprised her once more by tossing her in the middle of it instead. She laughed as she bounced on it and she shrieked and giggled when he came diving after her.
This playful side of Damen Leventis was not something she had expected to see, but she loved it. She loved it so much because she had a really good feeling that Damen did not reveal this side of him to just anyone.
Again, he made swift work of her clothes but this time Mairi did her best to undress him as well. Her fingers fumbled a lot of times but by the time he had her completely bare, she had at least succeeded in getting his shirt off.
He started to take off his belt and pants, but she shook her head. “Let me.”
She had a cute look of perseverance on her face, looking at his lower half like it was a Sudoku puzzle for her to solve. It was a very sexy look, dammit, and it took extraordinary control for Damen to let go and allow Mairi to take over.
When she finally managed to wrestle his pants off, she immediately tossed it off the bed. She looked back at Damen, but her smile faded at the sight of his burgeoning c**k under his boxers.
Oh dear.
She had somehow managed to forget that he was not exactly lacking in size.
“Mairi?” She was paler than usual for some reason.
She managed a weak smile. “That…umm…” Her gaze went back to his boxers, which was stretched tautly across his h*ps and thighs. “You’re…umm…”
“Say what you want to say, Mairi.”
“Well…” She coughed delicately before mumbling in Latin.
He demanded, “What do you mean you’re a virgin?”
She cried out, “How can you speak Latin?”
Damen stared hard at Mairi, wondering what the f**k it meant if she was indeed a virgin like she had just said she was. From thinking he had everything planned and under his control, Damen suddenly felt like he didn’t know a goddamn thing. If Mairi was a virgin, if she was not a gold digger…
Just because she was untouched did not mean she was entirely innocent, a snide voice intruded in his mind. Mairi could just be a lot smarter than most other women, biding her time and making sure she offered her virginity to the man who could offer the highest possible bid.
Mairi covered herself when Damen only continued to look at her, his gaze cold.
The hurt on her face made Damen curse silently. “I’m sorry,” he said roughly, pulling her into his arms. When Mairi remained stiff against him, Damen found himself pressing a kiss to her hair – a first for him, actually, since he did not do tender gestures as a rule.
Slowly, she relaxed against Damen. “I thought you’d be pleased I was a virgin,” she admitted, determined to be honest even though she was more than a little confused and hurt. In all the stories she had read, the Greek billionaire hero was supposed to be happy about his woman being a virgin. So why was Damen Leventis different?
Damen could not believe Mairi had said such words. It was as if she truly was admitting that she had deliberately kept herself pure, waiting until a man wealthy enough for her tastes would take it – for the right price.
Could she be that calculating?
But then – hadn’t his mother been just as calculating?
“I am pleased.” He paused and when he resumed speaking, his voice had hardened. “But it will only make me more possessive towards you, Mairi. Do you understand what that means?”
Her heart beat madly. Yes, she knew. It meant he was basically telling her he loved her, but like the Greek billionaires in her favorite stories, he just had some weird hang-up from his past he needed to get over. And when he did, he would realize he was in love with her---
The truth dawned on her.
Oh dear.
He would realize he was in love with her, just like she was just realizing now she had fallen in love with him…at first sight.
When she didn’t answer, he looked down at her and demanded, “Mairi?”
She smiled up at Damen, still a little overwhelmed at the realization that insta-love was indeed real. It shouldn’t be real. It didn’t make sense. But it had happened, just like it did in her favorite books, and it had happened to her.
His gaze narrowed. “Why aren’t you saying anything?”
She swallowed.
Damen stiffened. “You know what I told you about---”
Deliberately, she swallowed again.
This time, his voice came out harsh. “Do you f**king know how you’re pushing me so close to my limits? That I’m this close to---”
Mairi cupped his face.
And then she swallowed again.
Fuck it. Fuck everything. Fuck all the sensible thoughts in his head.
In a few seconds, he had his boxers off and Mairi was on her knees, looking down at his cock, which was jutting proudly and demanding her attention.
“Have you ever done this before?”
She shook her head.
Her answer had him nearly pre-ejaculating. His voice a little hoarse now, he said, “We’ll take it slow and easy then.”
“But I want to please you.”
“You will,” he promised, and nearly jerked off the bed as she suddenly held his c**k in her hands.
“I’ve read a lot about this, though,” Mairi confessed as she started to stroke him while her other hand caressed his balls.
As she became more confident with her hold, her strokes becoming bolder, fingers tightening around his cock, Damen gritted out, “I can say that you’re reading the right books.”
She couldn’t help smiling at his words.
He caught her smile, which somehow made her touch even more erotic. “Was it the Kama Sutra?”
Mairi shook her head. “Nothing like that. It was…fiction.”
He raised a brow. “Let me guess. Fifty Shades?”
She shook her head again, her smile becoming even more secretive and a hell of a lot sexier. “Nothing like that.”
Before he could make another guess, she had taken a deep breath and then slowly but determinedly took his c**k into her mouth.
Fuck.
So f**king good.
The best f**king blowjob of his life.
“You’re too good at this,” he groaned, his fingers digging into her hair.
She did not answer, her mouth working his c**k like a pro even though he knew she wasn’t. But she was good – all raw talent, and Damen could only imagine how much better Mairi would be under his own tutelage.
He looked down and their eyes met.