Page 56 of Desired By Eros

Everything suddenly felt too much—too noisy, too bright, too overwhelming. She needed to get somewhere quiet. Once the photographers were satisfied, Psyche quietly slipped away from her family and headed out of the living room. She was about halfway up the stairs when she heard a familiar voice.

“There you are.”

The soothing tone made her pause. “Eros,” she said, turning to face him.

“I’ve been looking all over for you.” Step by step, he drew closer to her.

“Really? You seemed to be enjoying yourself.”

“Enjoying myself?” he scoffed. “You know, I’ve been around for thousands of years, yet I can truly say mortals haven’t changed at all. Some are bad, some are good, some annoying, some truly marvelous.” He frowned. “But you looked overwhelmed. Are you being mindful of your triggers? Have you had time to take deep breaths?”

“I…” She paused as her worries—as well as her sisters’ words—melted away. “It’s been a long night. Long day, actually.”

“Then let’s get you to bed.”

Slipping an arm around her waist, he guided her upstairs, his gaze never leaving hers. Calmness washed over her like a gentle wave, and she allowed him to take the lead. Once they entered her room, he began to undress her, unzipping her dress and letting it fall into a pool of fabric around her. Then, she stepped out of it and her heels. The bra was already built into the dress, so she stood there in nothing but her silk panties.

“I was wrong earlier.” He kissed her neck.

“Wrong?”

“Uh-huh. What I said about the view out your window” Warm lips nuzzled at her before he stepped back, his eyes roaming over her. “Thisis stunning.”

His mouth devoured hers in an urgent kiss, and she found herself being lifted into his arms. As he lay her down on top of the mattress, his lips never left hers until they began to trail down her chin and neck. He moved lower, to her right breast, licking a path to her nipple. She gasped as the warm wetness of his mouth wrapped around the bud, sucking hard. Meanwhile, his hand found her other breast, cupping it, and rolling the nipple between his fingers.

She raked a hand through his hair, eliciting a moan from him. It drove him wild when she did this, so she scraped her nails into his scalp, which only made him suck at her breast harder and pluck at her nipples until she, too, was mewling with pleasure.

Shifting her position, he stood up and removed the rest of his clothing, and she scrambled back toward the center of bed, watching him. Gods, she’d seen his naked body so many times already, yet it didn’t fail to stun her—the smooth tanned skin, muscled chest, the perfect set of abs, and the distinctVline of his hips that pointed enticingly down his pelvis, as if showing the path to his beautiful cock, which as of the moment, was already erect and bobbing up and down enticingly.

The mattress dipped as he placed a knee on top of it, then made his way toward her, eyes dark with desire. He caught her mouth with his again as he covered her body, his erection rubbing at her belly. She pushed her hips up at him, wanting him so bad inside her.

“Not yet,” he whispered. “Not until I’ve tasted that delicious pussy.” Hauling himself down her body, he gently slipped her panties off and positioned himself until his head was between her thighs. “Just as I thought. Wet already.”

“Eros!”

There were very few sensations that Psyche liked, but she could absolutely say with 100 percent certainty that she lovedEros’s tongue on her body, especially her pussy. It was pure perfection, the way he teased and tantalized her, pushing her just close enough to the edge before pulling back and then giving her even more. He did it over and over again, and truth be told, as she grew more frustrated, the sharper the sensations felt. And finally, as his mouth closed around her sensitive clit and suckled, she let go, her body shaking with a powerful climax.

“Beautiful,” he declared. “You come for me so beautifully, Psyche. But now…” Grabbing her hips, he hauled her under him. “I need to be inside you.”

She held her breath as the blunt tip of his cock nudged at her, and began to enter her. The stretch, the feeling of being filled, his weight on top of her—everything about this part of sex filled her with anticipation. They began to move together. Hips pushed back and forth. Skin slid against skin. Arms tangled around each other as they pushed together in a dance of desperation and pleasure. At some point his forehead touched against hers, and their eyes locked, his silvery eyes burned like flames.

“Psyche, I lo?—”

He groaned and closed his eyes, a guttural groan smothering whatever it was he was going to say. But she didn’t even notice as her own climax hit her, the spasms wrenching through her, robbing all thought from her head and motor functions from her body.

“Eros.” Did she speak it out loud? She wasn’t sure. As she came down from the heights of her orgasm and sensation returned to her limbs, she sighed in contentment as his body settled on top of her like a weighted blanket. When she felt him move and his soft cock withdraw from her, she shifted to her side, ready for him to press up against her for some post-sex cuddling.

To her surprise, however, he quickly slid off the bed. “Eros?” She sat up and gathered the cool sheets to her chest. “Is anything wrong?”

“No, there’s nothing wrong.” He averted his gaze. “It’s just…I’m unbearably hot. I need to shower to cool off and wash off this sweat. I’ll be right back.”

As she watched him retreat to the bathroom, her sisters’ words once again intruded into her mind. Their words rang in her head over and over again and buried themselves deep into her brain.

She made lists for herself because it helped her understand the world. Yet, she never wondered if Eros had his own list.

Did he have boxes for what makes a girlfriend?

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