Page 39 of The Prince of Hidden Shadows
How could I have ignored the insane connection when I first saw Théo? Such a surreal intensity.
Are the recent dreams I’ve been having about him foresight?
If my memory weren’t so fuzzy, I might piece it all together. What counts right now is that I want him. So fucking much…
Forget about self-control.
“I’m game for anything. I…” I pause, weighing how to phrase it. “It’s been a while… a long while.” My thoughts stray to Hermes; they shouldn’t. “I have to be… mindful of you… Make sure I don’t hurt you... If I… well…” Despite the desire coiling tightly inside me, I wince at my incomplete sentences. I hate the uncertainty in my voice.
He slows down, his swollen lips capturing mine for a hurried kiss before letting go. “Zag, are you asking me whether I’m a top or bottom? Whatever you want me to be, I can be… But going soft on me isn’t my top priority.”
Blissful tingles course over my skin at his sweet words and innuendo. My possessive arms wrap him in a gentle embrace, and my flushed face breaks into a lazy smile.
Nobody talks to me with that kind of fire, besides… A rapid flashback takes the forefront. What’s happening to me? Why does Théo’s proximity stir echoes of something lost—buried so deep, it’s struggling to resurface?
Enough, Zagreus, it won’t do any good…
What’s the point of rememberinghisname? Could they be one and the same, holding a soul I cherish? A soul I saved once. It’s been so long. A soul I hadn’t encountered since.
Note to self: Grill Eros about the technicalities of reincarnation. Also, why is my memory so patchy?
After all, it’s one of my areas of expertise, and he carries knowledge I fail to grasp. Like the fact that I haven’t run into my soulmate in ages. Like the fact that I lack a soul, and somehow, against reason, I’m bound to this one. Like the fact that Eros was the one to identify said soul when I remained blinded.
Hoping I read him right, I offer, “Same, but for our first time, I want you to fuck me. Lube’s in the drawer. So are condoms… But I’d prefer you take me bare.” He doesn’t blink, as if awaiting more. “STDs and such got nothing on me…” I should be unapologetic: I’m the Prince of the Underworld, after all. But my sheepish glance expresses the unfairness of it all. It switched back to half-lidded in a split second when I add, “Truth be told,I’d hate anything to come between us. Andnext time,” I suck in a breath as he blushes. “Yeah, next time.”Yes, Théo, there’ll be a next time. Soon. “I’d love to own your ass…”
With that, he utters, “Deal! But for now, you’re mine,” into my ear and brushes a kiss behind my earlobe. I nod. “Nothing between us…” His tone shoots straight to my dick. Thickening. Hardening. Expanding. But he lets go of me, contorting his ripped body to grab the aforementioned lube while managing for me to stay within arm's reach.
“Thank you.” I chuckle as I revel in his possessiveness. Glad we’re on the same page. Snatching a pillow next to me, I slide it under my shoulders and reposition myself to offer him easier access. I lick my lips, gesturing for him to come closer.
“I want to taste you. Taste your cock.” Théo’s voice scrapes out, ragged and primal, thick with need. “Can I do that while you prep yourself?” His breath falters, pupils dilating with raw, feral intensity. He hands me the lube and sinks to his knees between my thighs. My throat seizes, parched in the instant.
I coat my fingers with a generous amount before proving that I’m amanof my word. I may not feel most human emotions, but I’ve trained myself. Considering how well-endowed Théo is and how long it’s been since I’ve bottomed, I shouldn’t rush getting ready for him.
Feet on the mattress, I arch my hips lifting my ass, and angle my body to allow easy access to one digit while he opens his mouth to welcome me. Nice. Wet. Hot. I groan when his tongue twirls around my thickening shaft. “Mmm...” Soon, a second finger enters my body. Stretching. Playing. Scissoring. Enthralled, his hungry eyes roam over my body. He sucks me in earnest, and all sorts of erotic noises escape, fueling my yearning for him. I lovethe sensations taking over my whole body. My cock. His mouth. My ass. My fingers. It’s too much, and yet, not enough.
Stroking his hair with my free hand, I fidget beneath him, overloaded with desire, need, and lust.
He releases me, and I whimper at the loss—only for his tongue to swoop down, circling my balls with precise, teasing strokes. One by one, he cups them in his zealous mouth. “Yeah, yeah… oh, fuck… just like that, T.” My shaky voice betrays my desperation. Tension ignites with every flick of his tongue. He lavishes them, and my body sparks under the assault. Then he returns to my throbbing cock, taking it deeper. A shudder rips through me, muscles taut and trembling. “Mmm, yeah… more… feels incredible… yeah, right there.”
I’m a quivering mess. Damn, I was such a fool for urging him to wait! What was I thinking?
My body burns for him, every nerve alight, on the edge of combusting, and he hasn’t even fucked me yet. As far as I can remember, no one has ever had that effect on me.
A strangled sigh escapes my lips when I add another digit, carefully avoiding my prostate. I want to save him the honor of driving me wild. “I love… how your mouth stretches around me… taking all of me.” I glance at him, admiring his deep-throating skills when he takes me even deeper. “Sooo good. You are so fucking hot, T.”
Unable to stop myself, my thrusts intensify, and his approval takes the form of a devilish smile. That’s a good look on him, one I put there. My aching chest is shrinking and expanding in a matter of seconds. Thank gods for immortality; otherwise, I might have a heart attack.
Dying during sex is perfect, though. Between him blowing me while I’m fingering myself, I can’t deal with the agonizing tension that takes over my body. My hand strokes his hair to signal that I’m ready until I can speak. “Sooo ready!”
I’m gonna... His pace falters, a subtle pull back in response to the pressure building inside me.
No!
“I need inside you, babe.” His term of endearment doesn’t go unnoticed, but I don’t dwell on it. “Like… now!” In the throes of passion, people say things they don’t mean. Still, I hear him loud and clear. Within seconds, he sets my cock free from its wet paradise with a pop.
Then, I retrieve my fingers, and we hastily grab two pillows, strategically placing them under me. “Be my guest, T!” I worry my lips, enthralled by his heavy-lidded gaze.
Pure lust.
