He bowed and took possession of her mouth. With the discovery of new, uncontrollable feelings, Ambre found it hard at first to respond to this obvious kiss. But she soon closed her eyelids and returned the kiss with her whole being. Greedy hands caressed her possessively, burning her body in the sun. Their tongues intertwined and their breath filled the corridor with erotic sounds. He weighed down her with his whole being, enveloping her with his bewitching perfume and his weight filled with violent, cold passion.
Ambre felt as if she were suffocating under this formidable onslaught, where she fully felt the almost animal force of his desire. She spread her legs slightly to feel him even closer to her.
After an indefinite period of sensational embraces, the stranger detached himself slightly from Ambre.
He contemplated her thoughtfully.
«I’m glad you’re wearing a skirt right now. But don’t ever do it again.
His tanned hands moved languorously down to her hips, her buttocks, and lifted the short fashion creation that had cost her fiancé a fortune. He caressed her thighs, then climbed higher.
When the deft fingers grazed her moist, burning femininity, Ambre stiffened and instinctively pushed him away.
Not because she had regained consciousness, but because the man’s touch was too delicious.
«Please, don’t. You’re hurting me. You’re hurting me.
«I know I’m hurting you.
«Then why ....
«Because I’m like that. I take what I want, even when I know I’ll destroy it.
After one last all-consuming kiss, he pulled away and rushed through the door behind which his colleagues had themselves disappeared.
Still in shock, Nicholas found her in the same position, devastated and petrified, leaning against the wall. Ambre was afraid that Nicholas would guess why she looked so devastated. But fortunately for her, he put it down to her impatience to find him and get out of the airport into the sunny air of her native Greece.
Amber tried to pull herself together. She decided to bury these timeless moments in the oblivion of her memory.
With her sweet, caring fiancé by her side, the young girl tried to make the most of the precious, intimate moments they shared before meeting her family and having to put on a fake persona.
But when Nicholas touched her, caressed her or gave her deep, passionate kisses, Amber wanted to cry.
Nicholas, with his kindness and touching attentions, gave her tears a different, pure meaning.
Amber closed her eyes and let her fiancé take her in his arms. She didn’t know how to tell him, who loved her so much and to whom she’d thought she’d given her heart, the horrible truth.
How could she even admit that another being existed, a nameless stranger with eyes greener than the Bahamas Sea, who with a single glance awakened a glowing desire in her that consumed her whole and, with a single kiss, plunged her into the timeless limbo of time. How could I tell her that he’d caressed her most intimate part, a part that craved him unceasingly, and that at that brief contact, she thought time had stopped and the whole world exploded in a thousand colors.
No woman has the right to hide such feelings from her fiancé.
They arrived in Ilios in the late afternoon. What Amber could see through the tinted glasses of the limousine was a majestic landscape of harmonious, soothing colors. White earth was the island’s soil, so nature’s colors took on a lighter, brighter hue against this warm white background. Occasionally, the young photographer spotted ruins and guessed they were the remains of temples dedicated to pagan gods. Nicholas explained that in time immemorial, the island had particularly venerated the god Apollo, god of art and music, whom people often also attributed to the sun. Amber smiled in delight and amazement at the beauty of the island and its simple yet sublime history. Her enthusiasm as a photographer was lifted to dizzying heights. She couldn’t wait to put this ever-changing vision of nature and priceless serenity into the pristine setting of her photos, so that it would inspire wonderful feelings in people.
Amber was blown away by the beauty of the Theodakis villa. It was a white building on a hill. They drove through a huge wrought-iron gate, then along a long, tarmac road lined with beautifully tended trees. Finally, they stopped in front of the bright, luxurious building. Together, they climbed the short staircase to the porch, then crossed a huge blue-paved terrace. Then a butler opened the heavy oak door, and they entered the great hall with its high ceiling fabulously complemented by a magnificent palace chandelier.
Although anxious, especially after the airport interlude, Amber never imagined they would be greeted like this.
An impeccably groomed blonde lady ran up to meet them and threw herself into Nicholas’s arms. Amber guessed immediately that it was her mother. Her son had inherited her beautiful moonlight hair and grey eyes, which at that moment were filled with tears and worry. Nicholas, for his part, was filled with consternation.
«But Mother, what’s going on?
Mother was so choked with sobs that she could hardly answer.
«Did they take him away? Your father went to get him and bail him out, but I don’t believe it. They’ll take him back soon enough and throw him in jail.
This time Nicholas’s eyes widened so much that it would have seemed comical if the situation wasn’t so worrying.
«Mother, what are you talking about? Please calm down and be clearer.
«All right, Mother.
The butler brought them a light snack that no one wanted to take. The Theodakis family situation was at its worst. Nicholas’s youngest uncle «Ephaestion Theodakis «was suspected of murder. He had been found in his bedroom in the early hours of the morning, his clothes filthy, the murder weapon a sharp-bladed knife in his trembling hands splattered with the victim’s blood. An acquaintance with whom several witnesses would confirm that he was fighting over a woman. Nicholas’s father, the great head of the Theodakis family, had gone to bail out his young and only brother, estimated at several million euros, and has already called in the family lawyer as a matter of urgency to concentrate on plans of attack and defense at trial.
The dowager princess and Nicholas’s paternal grandmother, Eleonora Theodakis, feeling shattered with grief, confined herself to a profound silence, and waited impatiently for the return of her beloved son.
The sun was no more than a glowing disk on the horizon when the long limousine finally appeared at the gates of the large estate.
Nicholas’s uncle was as handsome as he was, even if he was entirely Greek. He was the sharpest of them all and a great athlete. He was only four years older than Nicholas, and very good at business.
As the night wore on, echoing with the unseen tragedy, another car, a black limousine, entered the large steel gate and came to a halt in front of the imposing building.
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