The Greek's Marriage Bargain ✔️ (Completed)

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The next morning Natalia got up early while Dimitris was still in bed, leaving him sprawled out on the rumpled sheets which bore testimony to their long night of love-making. Quietly she slid in a bikini from the drwaer and changed in the bathroom before going outside to the castle infinity pool which overlooked the bay.

    In the milky, golden light of the world morning, the distant sea glittered like sapphires and everything looked sparkling clean and fresh. Sprinkles had been spraying the flowers overnight so that their petals were still dosed with tiny droplets of water.

    The pool was cool when she dived in but Natalia was glad for the shock to her senses. Shock was good. It brought her thoughts back to the present instead of letting them meander off in a dreamy and unrealistic future. It reminded her that this tryst with Dimitris was purely temporary. Well, maybe pure was the wrong word, but it was definitely temporary.

    He had been curiously quiet after his sister had left yesterday and had remained quiet all through dinner -- politely batting away the conversational gambits of her mother and swirling his wine round in his glass, without actually drinking any of it. He had seemed preoccupied, the way he used to be whenever he had some bug problem at work. Mulling things over in that clever brain of his until he had identified the exact cause of the problem and how best to deal with it.

    At one point she had asked him if something was wrong and he had looked at her, his green eyes narrowed with an expression she couldn't remember ever seeing before, and had said. "You tell me, Nat."

    She'd felt uncomfortable then and had lapsed into silence herself and not long afterwards she had excused herself from the table and gone off to bed. And when he had followed her he had seemed reluctant to have any kind of conversation. Instead he had started to kiss her in a hungry, almost angry way she couldn't prevent herself from kissing back and after that it had just rocketed out of control.
    But now she couldn't get that kiss out of her mind or the explosive love-making which had followed. And she needed to. She needed to forget the slide of hi fingers on her flesh and the way his lips sought out her most sensitive places. She remembered the way his head had burrowed in between her thighs last night. She'd put her hand on his hair to stop him because at that moment it had seemed almost too intimate an act, especially when she was trying to distance herself from him.

    But he hadn't stopped. He had just moved his tongue all the way along the trembling skin of her inner thigh and she had let him. He had ignored her little gasp of outraged pleasure when his lips first located that hot and aching little bud. He'd pretended he hadn't heard her muffled question about whether this was such a good idea. And them she had fallen back against the bed, her thighs parting wide and her fingers clutching at him greedily as she stared up into an intense orgasm which left her body racked with exquisite spasms.

    How did he do that? she wondered. Dominating her so utterly and completely and turning her into both a compliant and active lover. She thought how easy it had been to slip back into the physical compatibility which had always been a huge part of their marriage. Yet when she stopped to think about it, even that side of their relationship had never really been equal. He had come to the marriage will an encyclopeadic knowledge of the opposite sex while hers could have written on the back of a postage stamp. He was the only man she'd ever been intimate with and that had pleased him far more than it should have done. She knew that because he'd told her, in that unashamedly boastful Greek way of his.

    She'd once asked him if he would have married her if she hadn't been a virgin and there had been a momentary hesitation before he had reassured her that, yes, of course he would. But Natalia had never really been convinced by that reassurance. Her virginity was all tied in with Dimitris desire for a wife-on-a-pedestal. The textbook partner for a fundamentally old fashioned man.