Total pages in book: 247
Estimated words: 234281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1171(@200wpm)___ 937(@250wpm)___ 781(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 234281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1171(@200wpm)___ 937(@250wpm)___ 781(@300wpm)
A groan erupted from Damen as his wife actually managed to deep-throat him. “Mairi.” Pleasure roughened his voice. “So fucking good.” He tried to return the favor, thrusting his tongue inside her.
She gasped around his cock as her husband tongue-fucked her. Pleasure had her dizzy. She started to tremble, and she knew she was so, so close.
Mairi tried to move her mouth faster, wanting them to come at the same time. Damen was doing the same, and when his fingers joined in, tweaking her aching nub of flesh, it was all over. She came with a gasp, and her eyes squeezed shut at the sheer beauty of it. She sucked his cock hard as she came, and dimly she heard Damen groan before his hips began to move on its own, his cock thrusting in and out of her mouth. Another moment passed, and Damen rasped out her name as he came, flooding her mouth with his cum.
Damen licked his wife dry as he came, hard. Hungrily lapping up every creamy drop he could find, he didn’t stop until the sweet tremors shaking her thighs had started to fade. Raising himself up, he watched Mairi do her best to swallow everything, her throat bobbing furiously as she tried to demolish him by sucking Damen dry with all her might.
When it was over for both of them, he gently lifted her up and carried her to the bath, filling the whirlpool tub with warm water before lowering her inside it.
Mairi closed her eyes and leaned against her husband’s chest the moment he followed her in. Tendrils of pleasure started to unfurl once more as her husband gave her a luxurious bath, her toes curling at the way he so beautifully massaged her scalp while shampooing and conditioning her hair.
Her body trembled anew when his soapy caresses lingered on her breasts, his fingers playing with her nipples. “Damen, no,” she protested weakly.
He didn’t answer, but she could feel him smirking behind her. A moment later and she was moaning, his fingers finding her swelling, aching pussy under the water. “This doesn’t feel like no, my love,” he whispered. He bit her ear afterwards, and she gasped again. Two fingers thrust inside her at the same time, and this time she cried out.
By the time Damen carried her out of the tub and started drying her with a towel, Mairi was half-dead on her feet, her second orgasm causing her to sway, her eyelids starting to droop.
I need to tell him about what happened, Mairi thought drowsily. When we get to bed, I’ll let him know.
By the time Damen laid his wife back down on the bed, she was already fast asleep. His lips curved. Good. He would wake her just in time for her to have a quick shower and breakfast. Hopefully, she would be in too much of a hurry to notice anything until it was too late.
Chapter 8
“OH MY GOD, HE DID NOT do that,” Mandy exclaimed over Skype the next day.
Mairi grimaced when her friend started laughing. Either this was like déjà vu or she really had a nice set of friends, the kind that never failed to find amusement in her foibles.
Her gaze flitted back to the restroom’s full-length mirror. Oh God, no matter which way she looked at it, there was just no way people would mistake the dark spot above her collarbone for anything but a hickey.
Damn you, Damen.
“Can’t you use some makeup to conceal it?”
“I don’t have that kind of makeup with me.” She glared at her reflection, wishing it were her husband she was glaring at instead. “And even if I did, I wouldn’t know how to conceal it.”
From the other end of the line, Mandy heard sounds of water and scrubbing. “What are you doing?”
“Trying to scrub it out?”
Laughter had Mandy doubling over. “Oh God, Mairi. You’re crazy.”
“No,” Mairi protested miserably as she straightened up from the sink. “I’m desperate. How am I going to teach like this?” She bit back a curse when the bell started to ring, indicating that classes had started. Smoothing a nervous hand over the minimal creases on her black A-line skirt, she squared her shoulders. “Wish me luck, Mandy.”
“I wish you luck,” her friend returned promptly.
She relaxed a little. “Thanks Mandy, and I can’t wait until you join me here.”
Mairi’s phone rang just as she left the restroom and she frowned when she saw the name on the screen. Canceling the call, she sent a message to Damen.
Is it an emergency? Could we talk later if it’s not? I might be late for class.
Just call me soon as you can. It’s about Esther.
A leaden feeling enveloped her at the name. Esther Leventis. The heartless woman who had given birth to Damen and only thought of her children as pawns. She had secretly hoped that by leaving Greece, she and Damen would no longer have anything to do with his mother.