The Greek's Pregnant Bride

She’d been a revelation.
And now he got to experience and taste her all over again.
But this time there would be no pain. Only pleasure.
Wrapping an arm around her and cradling the back of her head with his other hand, he pulled her flush against him and slanted
his mouth over the soft, plump lips he’d spent the past two months dreaming about.
She sighed into him and rested her hands on his shoulders, her nails digging into him as her lips parted to allow his tongue to
sweep into her warmth.
He stroked her back, up and down, exploring the silky skin anew, then down her sides to the top of her stockings.
She broke the kiss, nuzzling her mouth against his jaw and down into his neck, her hair tickling him.
‘You taste divine,’ she murmured, the first words she’d uttered since she’d left the bathroom.
Her compliment made his chest heave.
He speared her hair and tugged it back gently so he could look into her eyes. ‘You are divine.’
A small, almost shy, smile spread across her face, and she leaned forward to kiss him, deeply, passionately, her hands crawling
up to his scalp and holding on to it.
He found the clasp of her bra and undid it. She released her hold on him, enabling him to pull the straps down her arms and
discard the bra on the floor beside him.
When they’d made love the first time, he’d been enraptured with her breasts, their size, their taste, the way his hands could cup
them perfectly, everything about them. Pregnancy had swollen them. He didn’t know if it was a trick of the light but her dusky
nipples seemed darker than he remembered, contrasting against the paleness of her breasts.
He was the only person in the world who knew Alessandra’s breasts were the palest part of her body.
It was because his child was growing inside her that these small, subtle changes were taking place.
Using his hands to lift her a touch, he dipped his head and captured one of those beautiful, dusky nipples in his mouth.

Alessandra moaned and ran her fingers through his hair, arching her back to thrust her chest forward and into him.
He flattened a palm against the small of her back to steady her, his free hand roaming until he found the clasp of her
suspenders. Before he released it he stroked the exposed flesh above the stockings. Her skin felt better than any material ever
could.
When he played with the clasp he was shocked to find himself all thumbs, the deftness he’d acquired over the years gone. It was
as if he’d never tried to undo a suspender belt before.
Spearing her hair again, he kissed her, filling his senses with her sultry, sweet taste, driving all thoughts from his mind.
Frustrated at the suspender belt, he tugged at a stocking and felt the material rip in his fingers. He grabbed the material of the
other and did the same, then clasped her bottom and leaned forward, using his strength to lay her flat on her back. The
movement caused the bed sheet to fall from his lap, freeing his erection which brushed against her thigh, sending deep
pulsations firing through his blood, his loins, everywhere.
He sat back to gaze at her, noting everything, from her short, shallow breaths to the jutting of her erect nipples.
Unable to resist, he kissed her again, hard. Alessandra’s arms looped around his neck, her legs lifting to hook around him,
clasping him to her.
‘Not yet,’ he murmured, kneeling upright.
She pouted and raised herself onto her elbows. Her breaths came in shallow pants.
‘Soon,’ he promised, leaning forward to kiss her neck and push her flat again.
A sound like a purr came from her as he kissed his way down her chest and belly and slipped a hand round her back to undo the
clasp at the back of her suspender belt. Discarding it, he flattened a hand over her thigh and caught the top of the ripped
stocking. Slowly, he pulled it down, past her knee, over her calf and down to the delicate ankle.
‘I’ve dreamed of you doing that,’ she said, her husky voice almost breathless.
She’d dreamt of him...?
In response, he leaned down to press a kiss to her now bare foot, then followed the trail he’d just made with his hands with his
tongue, darting licks and kisses all the way up to her inner thigh and up to the very heart of her. Pressing his mouth onto her

knickers, he inhaled deeply, the scent of her heat almost making him dizzy with desire.