Lifting herself up, her elbows on his chest, she repeated, “I lied.”
He forced himself to ask. “About what?”
“I can’t…I can’t deny that we’ve been intimate, but he never…we never did it.” She bit her lip, shame engulfing her. “I wasn’t even thinking of hurting you when it happened. I just wanted to give myself a reason not to come back to you. I wanted to prove to myself that I was no longer…yours.” Her head dipped after her confession, a part of her fearing Damen’s reaction. Hearing herself say the words made Mairi realize how wrong she had been. How that shouldn’t have ever happened—
“Did it work?”
Her head snapped up, and she wasn’t sure if she had heard him correctly. “W-what did you say?”
Damen said between clenched teeth, “Did it work?” He knew he had no right to ask it, knew he was probably setting himself up for more pain, but he couldn’t help it. He had to f**king know. “Did it make you feel you were…his?”
She shook her head. “No,” she whispered. “Even Drake knew that…all the time it happened, my heart wanted it to be you—”
Love had him hauling her up so he could kiss her, Mairi’s words beyond everything he had hoped…or deserved. Even when she had been at her lowest, even when Damen had been at his cruelest, Mairi had still been unable to stop herself from loving him.
Damen cut the kiss so he could look into his wife’s eyes and she could look into his as he said, “Even if you had, it wouldn’t have made a difference.”
Mairi started to cry again.
“I would still beg and fight for you to be mine.”
She pressed her lips to his even as she sobbed, “Thank you.” Their lips brushed against each other, their tongues dancing. When she pulled away to look down at him, she couldn’t stop herself from crying again. “Thank you for loving me.” She lifted her eyes to him, wanting Damen to see every emotion swirling inside her. “And thank you so much for the book.”
“I’d write a new one every year if that’s the way to keep you with me.” Damen was only half-joking.
A teasing smile flashed on her lips. “Before that can happen, I think I’ll need to go through this one first. There may be untruths in it. Or inaccuracies.”
Damen deadpanned, “There is something missing in it.”
“There is?” Mairi blurted out in surprise. She had skimmed the book, and everything had seemed perfect. “Like what?”
Instead of answering, Damen gently pried himself away from her, and she watched in confusion as Damen twisted to his side so he could reach for something inside the bedside drawer. When he turned back around to her, Mairi’s jaw dropped.
Damen was holding a vibrator.
“Ummm…” She had totally no idea where he was going here.
“The book lacks sex,” Damen explained ever so innocently. “And you must agree that sex is one of the best ways to catch a Greek billionaire, ne?”
“Umm…”
“So what do you say we try an experiment tonight, matakia mou? Let’s see if taking you in two ways simultaneously will make a Greek billionaire an ‘easier’ catch.”
Oh. My. God.
And then there was no time to talk, to think, or even breathe. Damen was kissing her, claiming her lips and her br**sts with his hands and mouth.
Damen took his sweet time arousing his wife, wanting Mairi gushing wet so that his penetration wouldn’t hurt her. He used her own wetness to lubricate her other hole and when she was bucking desperately against him, Damen knew it was time.
Flipping Mairi to her side, he switched the vibrator on before sliding it carefully inside Mairi’s pu**y.
Mairi moaned, and she kept moaning as the thick pulsing vibrator found a steady deep rhythm inside her. When Damen reached around her to play with her clit, her moans turned to uncontrollable whimpers and she squeezed her eyes shut in tense and excited anticipation as she felt Damen’s c**k nudge against the curve of her bu**ocks.
Damen carefully lifted Mairi on all fours, making sure that the vibrator was still in place. “Ready?” Damen asked as he stroked her cl*t with feathery soft movements, making sure she was aroused but not too close to having an orgasm.
“Yes,” Mairi gasped out and no sooner than she did, she felt Damen’s fingers spreading the cheeks of her butt open.
Pressure, familiar in its sweet raw intensity, built inside her as Damen slowly pushed his c**k inside her, inch by inch.
Another gasp was torn out of her as Damen managed to lodge his c**k fully inside her, deep enough for her to feel like the two cocks were rubbing against each other.
And then Damen started to move, his c**k thrusting in every time the vibrator pulled out.
It was like being f**ked by two Damens, and when the thought occurred to Mairi, she completely lost her mind after. She lost all sense of time, the concept of reality slipping beyond her reach. All she knew was to feel, her fingers curling against the bedsheets as her body took the alternating thrusts in her pu**y and butt.
“Harder,” Mairi begged, inhibitions completely forgotten as she strove to reach for the cl**ax that felt so near but unreachable at the same time.
Knowing that he, too, was near to ejaculating, Damen held one rounded hip tightly while he began thrusting harder and deeper into Mairi, his balls making loud slapping sounds against Mairi’s ass with every thrust.
Pleasure started to shoot out of his cock, and Damen moved swiftly even as his h*ps continued to hammer down on Mairi’s hips. His fingers rediscovered her clit, and he strummed them hard, knowing it was enough to take Mairi over the edge with him.
“Daaaaamen!” She screamed his name as she cl**axed, and she screamed it again and again as Damen pounded into her harder and harder, his c**k and touch claiming her pu**y and ass in that uniquely hard sweet way only Damen Leventis was capable of.
When she emerged from her passion-induced stupor, Mairi found herself spooning with her husband in bed. The vibrator was gone, but Damen’s semi-erect c**k was still partially buried inside her.
Feeling her stir, Damen nuzzled her neck. “How do you feel?”
“Perfect.”
“It wasn’t too much?”
Mairi shook her head, feeling inexplicably shy even though she knew how ridiculous it was. Damen’s arm went around her waist and she threaded her fingers through his, their hands resting against her tummy.
“The baby?” Damen asked.