The Greek's Forgotten Wife (Boarding School #1) Read Online Free PDF Page B

anything else. 
    “Please what?” he asked as his hands slid the zipper down her back.  “Please make me a woman?” he offered.  With deft movements, the dress slid silently to the floor.  “Please show me what sex is all about?” His strong hands came up to tangle in her hair once more.  “Please make love to me?”
    Sasha shook her head, denying everything he was offering.  Unfortunately, her body was accepting everything.  Her body curled into his hand, trembling when his thumb skimmed over her nipple, creating a hard peak in its wake. 
    “Please do that again?” he suggested. 
    He pulled back and Sasha couldn’t believe how erotic it was to have him look down at her as his thumb slipped back and forth over that hard nubbin.  Once, twice… “Stop!” she gasped, unable to take the pleasure any longer.  Her hand slapped over his, forcing his palm to cup her breast. 
    “Turn around, Sasha,” he commanded.
    She didn’t understand, nor did she move quickly enough for him.  His hands turned her around, placing hers on the bedpost.  She felt him move against her, pressing his pelvis against her bottom.  She could feel his erection and the trembling increased.  When his fingers found the clasp of her black, lace bra, she held her breath, hoping and praying that he would release the clasp but also wishing she didn’t feel that desire. 
    When his fingers easily released the clasp, she moaned out loud as his hands pulled the scrap of fabric away. 
    “I definitely approve of your underwear choices,” he said into her ear before nipping the sensitive shell.  “What other surprises am I going to find as I explore your body?” he asked.
    She opened her mouth to reply but his fingers moved up her spine and she arched backwards, stunned that her back was so sensitive.  Where had that erogenous zone come from?  But he wasn’t done with her.  Not by a long shot! 
    His hands slipped around her tiny waist and moved higher, cupping her now-naked breasts.  Whatever she'd been about to say, the words died in her throat as his hands explored her breasts, finding and experimenting with her nipples until she cried out and pressed his hands against them once more, stopping his torture. 
    “Ah, my pretty little wife.  Your body was made for me, wasn’t it?”
    She shook her head, trying to deny that statement but he only slid his hands down lower, exploring her stomach and she held onto his wrists, not wanting him to go lower.  He wouldn’t dare, would he?  Men didn’t do that! 
    But he did dare!  And he did go lower.  Her feeble hold was no match for his superior strength and, by the time he was touching those dark, hidden curls, her knees gave out on her. 
    He must have been expecting that because he caught her before she could fall to the floor.   His strong arms lifted her up and carried her into the master bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. 
    “Now we finish this,” he said roughly as he laid her on the bed.  He stepped back from her and tore his own clothes off even as he stared down at his pretty wife in just a pair of black underwear and black heels.  He couldn’t believe how erotic she looked, staring up at him with awe and wonder.  And fear.  Damon didn’t like the fear.  But he’d take this slowly, he promised himself silently.  He’d show her all the wonders of the marriage bed and there would be no more talk of divorce or annulments. 
    Sasha watched as her husband’s body was quickly revealed to her.  Dark skin, black hair lightly sprinkled along his chest and narrowing before disappearing into the waistband of his slacks. 
    And then that line was no longer hidden!  When his hands moved to his zipper, she tried to close her eyes, tried to tell herself to get up and run out of the bedroom.  But she didn’t get up and he wouldn’t let her close her eyes.
    “Look at me Sasha,” he commanded. 
    She didn’t initially but he loomed over her and her eyes