Page 85 of Hell On Earth
He turned his head and kissed my fingertips. Then my palm and up my arm.
“You said we can take our time and wait until we are both ready.”
I nodded. “I wasn’t pushing for more. I only wanted to touch you like you touch me.”
“I want to bury myself between your legs and find the pleasure I know only you can give me. I want it so badly I lose my hold on sanity. But I refuse to repeat my past mistakes.
“Let me love you as I have. Let me show you the joy you can find in receiving my attention. Please.”
I let him have his way and relaxed as he slowly showed me the joy I already knew he could bring. And when my pulse was racing and I was trying to catch my breath after shattering, I told him exactly how much I’d enjoyed it. The flush the experience brought to my face only deepened with my words, and when he asked questions about what I liked best. My answers started the game again. Only, this time, I encouraged him with praise or redirection.
My lungs stalled the second time I shattered, and I wailed loudly the third time.
When he tried to kiss me there afterward, I accidentally kicked him in the shoulder and knocked him off the lounge.
Shocked, I sat up and stared at him. Sprawled on the tile, he looked at me and burst out laughing. I grinned back and shook my head as I flopped back.
“We need to do something else,” I said. “I need a break.”
“Are you hungry?”
“I could eat,” I said, rolling to my side to look at him. “What did you have in mind?”
The slow smirk on his face robbed me of breath for a few beats.
“You wouldn’t survive if I put my mouth there,” I said, sitting up.
He stood gracefully, already wearing loose-fitting jeans, and offered me his hand.
“You are correct. I would not survive. The thought of it alone robs me of reason.”
He stood back and openly looked at me as soon as I was on my feet.
“Will you dine like that?” he asked.
“No, but I’ll wear that grey dress for you.”
It appeared on me. I could tell right away I wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
“And we’re eating with Zotera, right?” I asked.
Hades sighed. A shirt appeared on him as he nodded.
“It will be as you desire.”
My hair slithered up off my neck as we left the bathing room. A long mirror like the one in the store appeared next to the bedroom door so I could see myself before I walked out. My bare feet peeked out from beneath the skirt. The earrings Hades had made me hung from my ears, accented by the swept-up intricate weave of braids. And the dress itself looked completely stunning on me.
Over my shoulder, I caught Hades’ hungry gaze as he took in my reflection as well.
“Pretty,” I said. “But I think it’s missing something.”
He frowned slightly. “Speak what you need, and I will provide it.”
Instead of speaking it, I reached back and wrapped one arm around my waist and another just above my breasts so it looked like he was caging me. Then I tipped my head to the side.
“Kiss my neck,” I said.
Holding my gaze in the mirror, he dipped his head and used his teeth to scrape my sensitive skin.
