Imprisoned by the Greek's Ring (Conveniently Wed!) by Caitlin Crews

Author:Caitlin Crews [Crews, Caitlin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary
ISBN: 9781335419262
Amazon: 1335419268
Goodreads: 36052083
Publisher: Harlequin Presents
Published: 2018-03-19T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

SHE WAS EXTRAORDINARY.

The taste of her exploded through him like some kind of roar.

He had brushed her mouth with his in the chapel, of course. The vicar had announced that he could kiss his bride, and he had. Barely. He’d leaned down, landed a businesslike kiss on her mouth, and it had all been over almost before it had begun.

There was no reason whatsoever that it should have haunted him ever since, as if there was much more between them than revenge.

But it had stayed with him, much as he’d tried to shrug it off during the wedding breakfast and reception. And now, here in his home at last, he finally—finally—took his time.

He took her mouth as if he owned her, because he did. Because he was finally part of the Worth family, whether they liked it or not, just as he’d planned.

And Lexi was his. Right now that seemed to matter a whole lot more than plans.

There was nothing halting about the way Atlas kissed her now. There was no fumbling, no haltingly fitting his mouth to hers and then figuring out how best to make it work. He simply claimed her.

His mouth opened over hers, possessive and greedy. As if he’d been holding himself back all this time. As if he’d been longing for her, specifically, all these years. It was as if this was not a first kiss, but one of a great many. Thousands, perhaps. All of them exactly like this.

Hot. Languid.

Deep and rich and impossibly, inexpressibly lush.

And with every fierce, drugging pass of his mouth over hers, Atlas reminded himself that he did own her now. That she’d given herself to the barbarian returned to the family gate, and she’d known full well what she was getting into. He’d never pretended to be all that civilized before he’d gone to prison. And now... Atlas felt something savage beat in him like a drum.

He was a primitive man, when all was said and done. And whatever else happened in this dirty game, she was his.

Entirely his, to do with as he wished.

Her hands were in fists, gripping the front of his shirt. She fought, but not to get away from him. To get closer. As if all she wanted in all the world was more. His fingers speared into her hair, so soft and brown and pretty, and then he held her face where he wanted it.

And when he angled his head, it made everything slicker. Wetter. Hotter.

Even better than he could have imagined.

And Atlas had been in prison for a decade. He’d imagined everything.

At least two or three hundred times.

He kissed her and he kissed her. He indulged himself. He toyed with her. He tasted her. He was unapologetic and thorough at once.

And with every taste, every indulgence, Atlas felt.

He felt.

He, who hadn’t felt a damned thing in years. He, who had walled himself off to survive. He had become stone. Fury in human form.

But Lexi tasted like hope.

And Atlas couldn’t seem to get enough.

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