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"Shh, love," I murmur against her neck. "Don't want to alert the guards, do we?"

Bree bites her lip, stifling a moan as I hit a particularly sensitive spot. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, urging me on. The ancient marble column is cool against my palms as I brace myself, driving deeper into Sabrina's welcoming heat. The contrast of the cold stone and her warm skin is intoxicating. I can feel her pulse racing and see the flush spreading across her chest.

"Oh, Declan," she pants, her voice barely above a whisper. "This is...oh shit..."

I relish the way she falls apart in my arms, but we aren't done yet. "Enjoying our little history lesson, are we?"

Sabrina's response is cut off when I slam into her so deeply and thoroughly that she throws her head back, her mouth open in a silent cry of ecstasy. I capture her lips in a searing kiss that muffles her moans as I continue to thrust into her, our bodies moving in perfect synchronization. The risk of discovery only heightens our passion, every sound amplified in the ancient stillness surrounding us.

I trail kisses down her neck, tasting the salt on her skin. "You're close, aren't you? I can feel it."

"Yes," she shouts. "God, yes. Don't stop."

I increase my pace, angling my hips to hit that spot I know makes her see stars. Her body clenches around me, and I can feel she's about to come thanks to the way her inner muscles pulsate. The feeling drives me mad.

"Come for me, love, do it now." My voice has grown so harsh that I hardly recognize it.

Sabrina's body freezes, her legs tightening around my waist as she finally reaches her peak. I capture her cry of release with my mouth, kissing her deeply as she shudders against me. The feel of her inner muscles pulsing around me pushes me over the edge, and I follow her into ecstasy with a muffled groan. Then I punch into her twice more, groaning and sagging against her as I unleash everything I have. For a moment, we stay locked together, breathing heavily as we come down from our shared high. The ancient stones of the Propylaia stand silent witness to our indiscretion.

"Well," Sabrina says shyly, "that was certainly one way to appreciate history."

I chuckle, carefully setting Bree down on her shaky legs. "Indeed. I'd say we've paid proper homage to Aphrodite herself."

Sabrina smooths down her dress, a flush still coloring her cheeks, glancing around nervously. Her voice is almost a whisper. "I can't believe we just did that."

I grin, tucking myself back into my trousers. "Believe it, darling. That was one for the history books."

Sabrina smacks my arm lightly, but I can see the sparkle in her eyes. "You're incorrigible."

"And you love it," I retort, pulling her in for a quick kiss.

As we straighten our clothes and attempt to look presentable, I hear the distant sound of voices. Sabrina's eyes widen in panic.

"Relax," I murmur, taking her hand. "Act natural. We're just two tourists admiring the architecture who forgot when the Acropolis closes in the evening."

Once we've reassembled our clothing, we dash out of the Propylaia, not even caring if someone saw or heard our passionate encounter.

Fuck propriety. This woman has awakened me in ways I can't even describe, and it feels incredible.

Chapter Fifteen

Sabrina

As we rush through the city of Athens, clinging to each other's hands, we both can't stop grinning. I giggle too, which is not like me at all. Declan Wilde has shown me the kind of passion and excitement I had never dreamed of experiencing before I met him. Yeah, his last name is entirely appropriate. Declan is the wildest man I've ever met. I can't believe we had sex inside a half-demolished ancient building, up against a huge marble column.

Losing my mind feels surprisingly good.

Until I hear shouts behind us, emanating from the Acropolis. Declan releases my hand so he can spin around and look behind us. I don't notice he's fallen behind until I finally glance backward. He's just caught up to me again.

"Bree," Declan calls out, his voice husky with laughter and exertion. "I think we've lost them!"

"Lost who?" I glance over my shoulder, half wondering if an angry mob of archaeologists chasing us with trowels and brushes. But the winding cobblestone street behind us is empty, save for a stray cat watching us with judgmental eyes.

"The security guards," Declan announces, just as he reclaims my hand. "I think we lost them, though I can't be certain that an entire army isn't tracking us."

"Oh my God," I wheeze, slowing to a stop and doubling over. "I can't believe we just did that. I'm pretty sure we committed, like, seven different crimes against history."

Declan's hands find my waist, and he pulls me upright against his chest. "Only seven? I'd say we're slacking off, love."