Page 67 of Brutal Mercy

He’s changed my world for the better. And I want everything with him. I’m all in. I want our marriage to be real.

“Two or three, unless you’d like more.” He lays me on the mattress.

“As the person who will be having them, I think three is a good stopping point.”

He presses a kiss to my lips. “Give me a sec.”

He leaves me on the mattress and heads over to the fireplace. I watch him work. Those capable hands get a fire going, and he shuts off the rest of the lights. While we ate dinner, night descended. The room is cast in shadows with a golden glow from the fire.

Hades swivels around and stalks to the mattress. He stands near the foot of the mattress and strips. I lick my dry lips. I will never tire of this man’s body. His size thrills me. The way his body is cut like a bodybuilder’s with sculpted muscles has me panting with desire. He tosses his clothing on the floor, not caring where it falls.

And I know his suits cost more than a month’s rent for the store.

My gaze dips to his cock, jutting from his hips, proudly erect. And my body throbs from simply looking.

With lust dominating my actions, I rip my shirt and bra off, tossing them by the wayside. Need ignites in my belly. Because he looks like he’s going to consume me. My breath shudders out. And my hands go to the waistband of my jeans.

Hades kneels and places his hands over mine. “Let me.”

I remove my hands and place them on the mattress in response. Hades leans over and kisses my belly. The wicked gleam on his handsome face makes me shiver. He unhooks the snap on my jeans and draws the zipper down. His tongue teases the lace of my panties.

And he presses a kiss against my mound through the lace.

For a man who lives his life in violence, the gentleness he displays is precious. He could have been a total prick. He could have made me sleep with him. There’s so much he could have done, yet he’s chosen to care for me with such aching tenderness. It touches my heart and soul.

Hades hooks his fingers around the waistband of my jeans and panties, dragging them down my legs slowly, planting kisses along the way.

He makes me feel cherished. My parents loved me. My life before their deaths was wonderful. And my sister loves me.

But it’s been a long time since anyone has made me feel special. And instead of holding myself back, which is what I would normally do, I surrender. For whatever reason, fate conspired to bring us together. And he has been kind, generous, and caring, showing me a world I never knew existed.

Hades kisses his way back up my body, settling himself between my thighs. He cups my face in his hands. And I grip his back, loving the feel of him on top of me.

“My wife,” he says like a benediction.

And he brushes my lips gently, with reverence. Like he can’t believe I belong to him. I sigh, opening for him, already aching to join our bodies together.

He gradually deepens our kiss. Between one breath and the next, our kiss grows passionate and greedy. Our needs turn darker. And a haze of lust descends over us. Like we’re the only two people in the world.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I cling to him. His big cock presses against my pussy. And I writhe, needing him in me. I don’t care about foreplay. The hunger I feel for him won’t abate until he’s inside me. I tear my mouth from his. “Please.”

He notches his cock at my entrance and, with his gaze trained on mine, growls, “Marrying you was one of the best decisions I ever made.”

He plows inside in a single, brutal thrust. I cry out. My back arches at the heady stretch. God, he feels so good. And I’m filled where before I was empty. We are connected. Entwined.

Our gazes lock together. Hades thrusts, flexing his hips. And with a gasp, my body responds. Gyrating my hips, meeting his thrusts, I take him deep inside. We stare deeply into one another’s eyes. Firelight casts our faces in a golden halo.

As desire grips us by the throat, we can’t get close enough. I grip his back, my nails digging into his flesh. He pounds inside me, grunting, his gaze fierce and possessive. And I never knew sex could be this out-of-body, transcendent experience. It cracks me open, shattering any barriers I have in place.

Because this isn’t just sex. This is lovemaking at its purest level.

And my heart tumbles. I feel myself fall. He’s my north star and guiding light. And I lean into my feelings, letting them flow into my touch. We move with the rhythm of our bodies, the beat of our hearts syncing as one.

I never realized lovemaking could consume me. Or that I would find such an incredible man who makes me feel precious. In his arms, I feel whole, like I’m no longer alone. He’s everything I never knew I needed.

His hips flex as he drives inside me. My entire being whittles down to this room, this bed, and this man. My husband.

And he doesn’t realize it, but he saved more than just my body when he opened those gates for me. He saved my heart and soul. He saved me more than anyone else ever has.

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