The Art of Wedding a Greek Billionaire by Marian Tee Read Free Book Online Page B

 
    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