Page 28 of Brutal Mercy

“No. There’s a lot I didn’t do. I had boyfriends in high school, but we never hooked up that way. It was never serious with any of them.”

“Mmm. But you’ve touched yourself, given yourself an orgasm riding your fingers.” His gaze lingers on my pussy while his finger continues lightly tracing my labia.

Enraptured by his touch and the pulse-pounding lust darkening his gaze, I shake my head. “No. I was a late bloomer. I was just starting to get into the idea of sex when my parents died. I’ve played with my clit plenty, though.”

His face whips up to me. “But you’ve never had anything in your pussy? No fingers, no tongues, nothing?”

“No.”

His nostrils flare, and he nods. “Let’s get you seated.”

Once I’m on the toilet, he retreats a few steps and leans against the counter.

“Um,” I don’t know what to say. Is he just going to stand there and watch me pee? And why the fuck is there a part of me that likes the idea?

“There will be no secrets between us moving forward. You’re just peeing. It shouldn’t be embarrassing. And I plan to know your body as well as I know my own, so there’s no point arguing. Just pee, and then I’ll get you into bed, wife.”

It’s one of the weirdest experiences of my life. Peeing with him watching me, our gazes locked on each other, but not saying a word. I blush the whole time. And he just watches me with hungry eyes full of wicked deeds.

When I’m finished, he helps me wash my hands before carting me back into the bedroom. He lowers me onto the edge for a minute and draws the covers down before moving me under them.

He rises once I’m tucked in, and I ask, “You’re not staying?”

“I can’t tonight. And I know it’s our wedding night, but I have to work. While my brother is out hunting, there are things I need to do here if we have any hope of recovering your sister.”

“Oh.” I drop my gaze.

“Is there something you want, wife?”

And by the look in his eyes, I know he won’t let me dodge the question. I really need to learn to control my expressions better. But to hell with it. “I was hoping you would kiss me again now that we don’t have an audience. That’s all.”

And oh my god, all I do is blush around this man.

Hades playfully bites his bottom lip and leans over my prone form. One of his knuckles grazes my cheek before he cups my chin. “Luna, if there’s one thing you can always ask me to do, it’s kiss you.”

He lowers his body, tugging me against his broad frame with the blankets between us. My hands slid up his broad chest to his neck. I bite back a whimper. He’s nothing but muscles upon muscles beneath the shirt.

He threads his fingers into my hair, gazing deeply into my eyes. I swear the man can see clear into my soul. When he rubs his thumb over my bottom lip, I feel his touch clear down to my toes. Goosebumps erupt over my body. I don’t know what he’s waiting for or why he’s drawing it out.

But I’m impatient. I flick my tongue out and lap at his thumb. My body is primed and ready for him. And while I’m still unsure about marrying him, there’s no doubt in my mind that I want this, that I ache for him.

Hades’s gaze darkens with lust.

And he swoops in, crushing my lips, taking my mouth like a conquering king. The kiss he gave me to seal our vows pales by comparison. There is no resemblance to the first one. That was a chaste imitation of this kiss.

He possesses me. His tongue glides along the seam of my lips before thundering inside. And I moan.

Because I’m lost in him. He kisses me with violent passion. My body goes plaint against him, surrendering to his addictive kiss.

I don’t want him to ever stop.

I ache to get closer. My pussy pulses in time with each deep thrust of his tongue in my mouth. It’s the best kiss of my life. I’m not that experienced, but I know this is unique. How have I lived without this type of passion?

I want him to take me. I want to shove aside the covers and find out how our bodies fit together. I want him to take my virginity; I’ve had it long enough. But before I can move my hands to undo the buttons on his shirt, he withdraws.

Lifting his mouth, he murmurs, “I’m going to enjoy the fuck out of being married to you,mi dea luna.”

I’m pouting that he stopped, and I know it. “But shouldn’t we consummate our marriage? I mean, it’s not official until we do, right?”

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