Wedding Night with a Stranger
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She gasped in incredulity. With the shocks coming so thick and fast, could she be hearing right? ‘Are you sure?’ she screeched. ‘Demetri? You mean he’s gay?’
‘Yep.’ He nodded, frowning. ‘I think that’s what it was. You’ve been totally vindicated for defending yourself, Peri says.’ He smiled. ‘In fact in Greece you’re practically a national hero.’
She stared at him in astonishment, then held her face in her hands and rocked backwards and forwards. ‘Oh. Oh, look, I just can’t believe this. Demetri gay? So why did he want to marry me? Oh, you’ve no idea how the press bashed me over that. I went through an absolute purgatory.’
‘Oh, well,’ he said soothingly. ‘That’s all over now. I guess the guy had his reasons. The press are saying now that you’ve been given a raw deal. And you know, your aunt really had no idea your uncle had played that trick on you with the finances until you rang her. She’s been giving him hell over it.’ He dropped his gaze, grimacing. ‘Especially since you married me and I wrecked your life.’
She gave him a quick look. ‘Is that what she said?’
‘Something like that.’ His lashes flicked down and he looked embarrassed. ‘Yeah, well…There’s been some fairly heated family discussions, as you might imagine. Your aunt can be quite a formidable woman. At one point I actually came close to feeling sorry for old Peri. I shudder to think what it must be like in their suite at the Hyatt.’
It occurred to her that some of their old camaraderie was back. She beamed at him, so overjoyed to be actually sitting there with him again in the flesh, hope frothing in her heart like the eternal Aegean.
‘I hope she is giving him a hard time. Still, I’m not sure I can face seeing them for a very long time.’ She lifted her shoulders. ‘You know, I thought they sent me out here to get rid of me. I don’t think I can ever forgive them.’
‘No one would blame you if you didn’t.’ He gazed down at her with tender concern. With a gentle movement, he stroked her cheek with lean fingers. ‘But I don’t honestly think that was ever their intention. They’ve been breaking their hearts over you.’ He hesitated, then said softly, ‘Almost as much as I have.’
‘Oh.’ Her heart caught with a tremulous hope and she drew a long shivery breath. ‘Have you?’
He blinked, and the lines of his face tensed. ‘I’ve been in hell.’
Theos forgive her, she didn’t ever want to see Sebastian suffer, but it was good to hear that he’d cared when she’d suffered so much pain.
His lean, handsome face from cheekbone to jaw was set hard. ‘I’m hoping—you can forgive me. I know you’re enjoying your freedom. You’ve got the world on a string now. You can do whatever you like with your life.’ He met her gaze, his dark eyes serious with sincerity and warmth. ‘I’ll do my best to tell you now without making a mess of it.’ He hesitated, searching her face for reassurance, and she nodded encouragingly, hardly daring to breathe. ‘I realised the truth the day you left. I rushed home to tell you, but like a fool I was too late.’ He made a rueful grimace. ‘Whatever you choose, the truth is, I love you, Ariadne. I can’t pretend I don’t want you to come back home and be my wife.’
She was moved to her soul. Her entire being filled with such thrilled, joyful relief she reached out to stroke his beloved face with both hands. ‘Oh, Sebastian.’
‘Do you—think you could love me?’ His voice was as deep as a well, and though his eyes were uncertain his fingers strayed to her neck, and stroked the tender spot in her nape with a rocksolid surety she recognised. The sensation was so delicious it required an effort to talk. ‘Even after the way I hurt you?’
‘Yes, I do,’ she breathed, thrilling all down her spine. ‘I love you. I love you like mad.’
He closed his eyes. ‘Thank God.’ Then he kissed her long and deep.
She moulded herself to his familiar frame and surrendered herself to the rapturous mingling of love and mutual belonging. By the time she surfaced again she was giddy, from happiness as much as the lack of oxygen.
It didn’t look as if breakfast was about to happen any time soon. Once started on a certain divine course, in typical fashion, Sebastian wasn’t anxious to stop.
He sprawled on the bed and pulled her to him, murmuring, ‘Why don’t we start our honeymoon straight away?’ He kissed her throat. ‘We could go to Fraser Island if you like.’
‘Oh, I’d love to go there with you.’
He adjusted his big lean frame so that they were each lying on their sides, heads supported on their elbows, face to face, chest to chest, hands to seeking hands. ‘And afterwards, we could, if you liked, have a proper wedding in a church. But only if you want that, my darling. With the music and flowers, and all the families and everyone. Then if you want to we could visit Naxos. Make a grand triumphal tour.’ With a thoughtful gleam in his eye he added, ‘Lure your aunt and uncle back home.’
My darling, he’d called her. She imagined it all, being loved and accepted by Sebastian’s family as a proper bride, not a bartered woman with no autonomy or equality. Mrs Nikosto. Mr and Mrs Nikosto. Her husband. Her proud, darling husband.
The words sang in her ears like music.
‘What do you think?’
‘I think yes, my darling Sebastian. Yes, and yes, and yes.’ Unable to help herself, she punctuated each yes with a fervent little kiss.
Somehow then she found herself lying on her back, being kissed in every little nook and cranny by the lips she most desired in the world.
Sebastian ran out of things to say very soon, but she had no doubts about his enthusiasm. He expressed his feelings in other ways, convincing her of his wholehearted sincerity with the most passionate and ardent means at his disposal, to her intense and delightfully long-lasting pleasure.
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