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And I know it’s fast, but my heart is engaged. And I know we’re already married. There was no requirement that I care about him. He’s never expressed that he wanted more than a transactional arrangement.

But what this is, is so much deeper than that. And I know by the stunned, rapturous look in his eyes that he’s as surprised by our connection.

“Hades,” I whisper raggedly as my body detonates. Massive tidal waves of ecstasy crash over me.

“Fuck, Luna,” he roars, hammering my pussy, thrusting wildly as he comes. Following me over the ledge into bliss. He buries his face against my neck, holding me close while our bodies unwind.

I press a kiss against his neck. “I’m glad we found each other. Even if it was under less than auspicious circumstances.”

He lifts his face, all serious. “You’re mine. Do you hear? I won’t let you go. Ever. I will kill anyone who tries to harm you. You never have to worry about anything. I will ensure it.”

“And that means you’re mine. The one you turn to when the weight of your responsibilities is too much and you need a soft place to land.”

“Mi dea luna.”

He sears my insides with his kiss, dragging me back down into the quagmire of desire. And all throughout the night, we turn toward one another. Even as the fire diminishes to embers and darkness descends upon the room. The two of us are in our own world where pleasure reigns.

But in the early morning hours, our bodies become too worn out for another round. Hades spoons me and draws a heavy blanket over us. He tosses his arm over me and holds me close.

In a weird, twisted way, I’m thankful Diego attacked me. Because it brought me to Hades. And I wouldn’t trade that for anything.

Chapter eighteen

Hades

Thenextevening,afterdinner, I wait in the foyer by the front door. I’m taking Luna somewhere this evening, to a place I don’t know how she will respond to. But she’s open to trying new things. And this is me testing the waters with her. I want to discover just how deep I can drag her down the rabbit hole with kink.

After the past twenty-four hours, anything is possible. The thought of her makes my dick hard. And one would think, after the number of times I’ve been inside her since we arrived yesterday, that I wouldn’t want her again so soon.

But the truth is, I want her every minute of every day. I don’t like being apart from her.

And I haven’t a clue how this happened so fast. Nor am I comfortable with the revelation that struck me while I held her through the night.

I’m in love with my wife.

A woman who is nineteen years younger. But none of it matters. When I’m holding her, the years melt away and it’s just us. She’s never seemed bothered by it, so why should I be?

Lorenzo is waiting out front with the SUV.

I pat the jewelry in my coat pocket. At the sound of heels on the wooden stairs, I glance up and nearly swallow my tongue.

Fuck. She’s stunning.

She’s still favoring her right leg, but she ditched the crutches.

The slinky, skintight, deep burgundy dress displays her stellar legs, and it makes her tits look like an offering. And irrationally, I don’t want another man to ever look at her. I worry what I might do to those men. Because I’m not above blinding them or taking them out if it’s warranted.

And everything about my wife makes it feel that way.

On autopilot, because I can’t see her and not be at her side, I stride over and meet her at the bottom of the stairs.

“You look downright edible, wife.”

She blushes. Even after all the intimacies we’ve shared, her cheeks pinken. And it fucking charms my jaded heart.

“So do you.”

“If you don’t stop eye fucking me, we’ll never leave. I’m not above tossing you over my shoulder and carrying you right back up to bed.”

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