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"Kiss me,mikrí mou."

Oh dear God.

The command in his words was exquisitely undeniable, and instead of repelling her, it only had her toes curling, her already pliant flesh swelling. It was as if he knew exactly what to say and how to say it to make her bow to him, and even as she struggled to deny his power over her body—-

"Now, woman."

The rough steel in his voice was her undoing - it seemed to say,you know better than to disobey the man who owns you -and wrong or not, this blatant dominance demolished her control the way nothing else could.

With a whimper of surrender, she found herself falling forward, her arms locking around his neck just as their mouths fused. Instinct took over, and she found herself sucking hungrily on his tongue.

It had been so, so, so long!

With Pippi's passionate and unconditional surrender threatening to erode Acheron's own control, he managed to bang a hand against the thin wall that separated the van's treatment area from the driver's section. It was enough for Wickham, and he quickly made a turn towards the nearest parking lot.

As soon as Acheron heard Wickham's door close, effectively leaving him alone with Pippi, the shackles were off, and he found a way to insert his hand between their bodies without breaking their kiss. His fingers found the edge of her skirt, and he pushed them up until he encountered sweet, drenched silk.

Finally.

He reached the hem of her panties and dipped his fingers behind her underwear the way he would dip into the sweetest bowl of honey. The whimper he elicited from Pippi was aphrodisiac for his ears, and his fingers slowly trailed down. When he felt her flesh literally quiver under his touch, his own body clenched with need.

Theo.

She was so damn wonderfully sensitive.

He managed to find the strength to tear his mouth off her, and ignoring her mewl of protest, he captured her gaze, wanting and needing to see Pippi's face as he possessed her.

Acheron slowly thrust one finger in, and every inch he claimed had her face mirroring her every delectable thought—-

"Oh..."Her cheeks turning pink -

"God..."Her lips parting -

"Acheron..."And finally, as his finger sank knuckle-deep into her, he saw her blue eyes turn cloudy with need just as her head fell back and she began to pant.

It was the most beautifully erotic sight in the world, and Acheron wanted more of it.

He started thrusting his finger in and out, slowly at first, and as he felt her flesh gradually ease, he increased the pace. He listened to her breathing, using it as his cue, and only when she seemed to start relaxing did he slide another finger in, and it started all over again.

Her eyes rolling back, her body shuddering, her breathless panting—-

And as his fingers moved faster and faster, her hips began to move as well, until she was clutching his shoulders as she started to ride him.

Ah God.

He stared at her like a starved man would a feast, his balls tightening with desire as she started grinding her pussy harder against his crotch, as if willing his fingers to go deeper and deeper—-

And then she screamed, her back arching as she came all over his still-thrusting fingers.

By the time Pippi came back to her senses, Wickham was already pulling over in front of his house, and she had become belatedly aware of one infinitely embarrassing thing."Oh my God."Her frantic gaze flew to his. "I can smell it, Acheron."

"Is that so?" Acheron had a hard time keeping his face impassive. Even though lovemaking did always have its own scent, he had never had a woman say such a thing.He should simply have expected that Pippi would be the first one to speak of it, Acheron thought with amusement.

"Do you think Wickham would notice?" she asked worriedly as she saw Wickham go around the ambulance to open the back doors.

"Not at all," Acheron lied without a qualm. "So stop worrying about it."

"You promise?"