Page 44 of Desired By Eros

“I’m not making fun of you, Psyche,” he said, grinning. “It’s just…it’s actually cute.”

“Cute?” she echoed, her nose scrunched.

“Yes, cute,” he said with a teasing smile. “I’ve been attracted to you since the beginning, but none of my usual moves worked on you. I thought maybe I was losing my touch.”

Her mouth dropped open, surprise flickering across her face. “You were?”

He nodded, his grin widening. “But lately, you’ve been reacting to me. And, I’ll admit, I’m glad I still have some power over you.”

“Power? Over me? Please.” She scoffed, rolling her eyes.

He smirked and leaned closer, his voice dropping to a playful murmur. “Well, I didn’t say it was much power.”

Her lips twitched, and despite herself, she let out a small laugh. “You’re insufferable.”

“And yet,” he gestured to her on his lap, flashing her a triumphant grin.

“Don’t get any ideas,” she retorted.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he shot back.

“Wait,” she said, reaching for her phone on the coffee table. She tapped the screen a few times and then held it up to show him. “The list of what a boyfriend is,” she explained, a playful glint in her eyes. “You check most of the boxes, so I guess you are one.”

“Am I now?” he quipped, raising a brow.

“Yes,” she replied simply, leaning in and kissing him.

Eros froze for a moment, then gently broke the kiss. “Ah, Psyche, you can’t kiss me like that.”

“Why?” she asked, her brow furrowing with worry. “Do you still?—”

“No, no, it’s not that,” he reassured her quickly, shaking his head. “It’s just that I really want you, and if you’re still not ready to have sex, we shouldn’t be kissing like this.”

“Oh,” she said, pulling back slightly, her cheeks pink. “Okay.”

Eros felt a mix of relief and frustration settle over him, but before he could fully adjust to the boundary, she leaned in again, kissing him softly but with unmistakable intent.

“I’m ready,” she murmured against his lips.

He pulled back slightly, his breath catching. “You’re sure?”

“Very sure,” she said, her voice steady, and her eyes locked on his.

Eros’s heart stuttered at her words. “Psyche, this isn’t something you have to rush into. I don’t want you to feel pressured.”

“I’m not rushing, and I don’t feel pressured. I trust you, and I want this.”

He studied her face, searching for any trace of hesitation. “You’re absolutely certain?”

“Yes, I like sex,” she said, and then immediately launched into a detailed list. “It releases endorphins, lowers blood pressure, boosts the immune system, improves sleep, reduces stress?—”

“Jeez,” Eros interrupted with a laugh, raising an eyebrow. “And here, I thought it’s because you’re lusting after me.”

“Oh, and that too,” she said, her lips brushing against his.

That was all the encouragement he needed. He closed the gap, kissing her deeply, his hands slipping to her waist to pull her closer. Psyche melted against him, as her body responded to his touch.

He carried her and set her down beside the bed, and then pulled her shirt over her head. Her round and magnificent breasts filled his hands, and he leaned down to kiss between them. Psyche didn’t say anything, but he felt her eyes on him, following his every move.

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