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Persephone’s eyes went wide like one who’d seen the heavens. Her body stilled, stiffened, and then she began to pump her hips frantically. Crying out, she came all over his fingers. She squeezed her thighs closed and continued grinding against his touch, her channel gripped tight around him.
With a shuddery gasp, her entire body sagged under the weight of her release. All the while, she continued to pump his shaft.
“That’s it,” he gritted out. “Just like that.”
Then Simon allowed himself that which he’d fought. He shifted and aimed his twitching cock at the floor. He came in long spurts until, with her touch, she’d rung the last bit of come from him.
They collapsed against the door, both sagging from the force of their releases.
As his breathing returned to a normal cadence and his heart to its usual tempo, Simon remained there with Persephone framed between his arms.
This is precisely what he’d needed.Nowhe could purge her from his thoughts. He’d been without a woman far too long. He’d had his fill and given Persephone hers, and now they could finally find some semblance of normality between them.
Chapter 15
Her body replete from the force of her release, Persephone remained trapped between Simon’s broad, powerful frame and the wall at her back.
Her chest heaving, her skin damp, she fought to rein in her dulled thoughts and steady her racing heart—to no avail.
She’d not been an innocent for quite some time now. As such, Persephone was no stranger to climaxing.Granted, it’d been a number of years since she’d suffered that little death at a man’s hands, and then, only with her former sweetheart, Silas.
For all the ways in which Silas had ultimately proven himself to be a cad, when it came to matters of lovemaking, he had been unfailingly considerate. He’d ensured in their every exchange that Persephone found pleasure along with him.
She drew in a slow, still uneven breath.
But not a single one of those orgasms she’d ever experienced had been anything like thismind-numbingrapture she’d known in Simon’s arms.
Perhaps that is it!Maybe theonlyreason her orgasm with Simon had been so intense was not because of any hold he had over her, but because it’d been so very long since she’d felt a man’s touch.
Heartened by that rationalization, she at last made herself open her eyes.
Simon expected Persephone to run.
From the sardonic glint in his penetrating blue eyes down to the faintly mocking smile on those hard, skilled lips that had just moments ago devoured Persephone’s mouth, she just knew he anticipated she’d flee.
In fairness, that’s precisely what she’d done following any number of recent encounters with him. And with her chest still heaving from the force of her climax, shewantedto run.
For that reason, Persephone would sooner rot on the spot she now stood than give Simon the satisfaction of being correct.
Unfortunately for Simon, Persephone had enough experience at mustering all her pride and presenting a brave show.
Persephone gave him a pointed look. “If you would be so good,” she said in her best finishing school instructor tones.
He narrowed his eyes.
Good. Better he be all askew thanher.
“If I’d be so good as to what, Persephone?” His mouth softened into another of those cynical half-grins. “I am afraid you’ll need to be more specific.”
He grazed his lips along the shell of her ear, eliciting another delicious shiver. “Slide my fingers into your hot quim again and bring you another little death?”
She caught the inside of her lower lip between her teeth.
From the roots of her hair to the tips of her toes, heat washed over Persephone, not from a proper blush but instead for the husky quality of Simon’s question and the image he painted.
Even sated as he’d left her, a sharp, familiar ache built between her legs.
Only, Simon wasn’t done with Persephone.
