Page 44 of Hell On Earth
He kissed me savagely, and I felt something hard bump against my fist in his hair.
He pulled back, panting. “No. This time will be different.”
I wasn’t sure what he meant and didn’t open my eyes to look at him. I couldn’t.
My eyes rolled back in my head as his skillful fingers returned to my folds and stoked my pleasure higher, demanding I find joy in his touch. As if I could fight it.
Hands shaking, I grabbed onto his shoulders and held on for dear life as the first wave of my release crashed through me.
“Yes,” he breathed, kissing my neck and face as I accepted everything he offered me.
When his weight shifted from my side and settled between my legs, not a single reason to deny him rose in my mind. I belonged to Hades. He could do with me as he wished.
“I have hungered for your nectar,” he said a moment before his mouth settled on me.
He drank from me gently, allowing the waves to recede. Waiting for my pulse to slow. Once it did, the softness faded. His hold on my thighs grew firmer, and his tongue more insistent as it dipped into me again and again.
“Please,” I panted, uncaring if I was begging. “More.”
I lifted my hips, pressing his tongue deeper in my need to feel more of him.
He vanished.
Stunned, I blinked at my empty fists, which had once again been gripping his hair.
Harsh reality returned, and I flopped back onto the bed to cover my face with my hands. What had I done? I cringed at how I’d been grinding against his face and pulled a nearby pillow over mine to hide the stain of my growing mortification.
How horrible had it been that he’d just vanished?
I groaned and rolled to my side as I caught my breath.
Maybe it’s not as bad as you think, I silently consoled myself.The guy was used to knives as foreplay, after all.
I cringed under the pillow and realized I’d been pulling his hair. No one liked their hair pulled. It had probably reminded him of Persephone, and, triggered, he’d bolted.
Damn my hands. No, damn my brain because the second he started touching me, I forgot everything.
Needing an escape, I hurried to the bathroom to wash away my embarrassment. It didn’t work, obviously, but I did calm down a little.
Starting over meant having patience. We both had a lot to work through. Once he came back, I would apologize for the hair-pulling and ask him to tell me to stop the next time instead of just leaving. Clear communication was the key to a successful relationship. I couldn’t remember where I read it, but I knew it was true.
I put on a comfortable pair of pajamas and went out to the living room to wait, thinking it was a better spot for the conversation we needed to have than the bedroom.
However, once I left my room, I could hear the sounds coming from Zotera’s room. I didn’t begrudge her for having a good time, but I was a little worried for Eugene. What if he lost all rational thought around Zotera like I did with Hades?
I went to the door and lifted a hand to knock before realizing how dumb I was being.
My hesitation around Hades was due to my inexperience. Eugene hadn’t struck me as inexperienced whenever I’d spoken to him. And it wasn’t like Zotera had put some kind of mind control thrall on him.
Lowering my hand, I bit my lip and was about to turn around when the noise stopped, and the door swung open, exposing a completely nude Zotera.
“Is everything all right, Ashlyn?” she asked.
“What’s going on?” I heard Eugene ask from behind her. “Where’d you go?”
“It’s fine,” I said quickly. “I’m sorry for interrupting.”
I backed up a few steps, ready to flee.
