The Greek's Pregnant Bride

Chapter 47

Checking himself, he gritted his teeth before gripping hold of her remaining stocking and slowly sliding it off.

Now she was naked save for her lacy knickers. He took a moment to stare at her, taking every inch of her in.

She was perfect.

She was his.

The look on her face was something to be savoured, a knowing yet shy quirk of the lips.

She levered herself up until she knelt before him, face to face.

‘My turn,’ she whispered, her eyes sparkling.

For such a slight woman she had a hidden strength, able, with a push of her hand, to shove him onto his back.

She laughed softly, taking hold of his wrists and pulling them up and over his head.

This had to count as the single most erotic moment of his life: Alessa straddling him, pinning him down, her swollen breasts brushing against his face. Every time he made to capture one in his mouth, she would move just out of reach.

erection. Every time she moved out of the reach of his mouth her crotch rubbed the length of his erection, the material

leaned down to kiss him on the mouth,

he could be free from

succumbing to the delights she wanted to bestow

released her hold on his wrists and slowly made her descent. No part of his chest was left unkissed or unstroked, his skin alive under the

her mouth working around it, her

her inexperience, but this only added to the eroticism

all for

onto the

him, a groan escaping his

fists and clenched his teeth even tighter, finding a

a moment he’d been certain he was

stopping what she was doing to look at him, her

pull her into another kiss. In a tangle of arms and

When they reached

her, burrowed in her tight heat, the

he’d been blown away with how deeply he’d felt everything, every touch, every

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