Page 38 of Pandora's Pain
Slowly, he lifted his head, coming closer to me. His deep gaze held mine as he took his time studying every detail of this moment. His breath kissed my tongue as he lingered near my lips. As if he’s considering the pros and cons, he paused there. The anticipation began to press against my chest.
The warm feel of his palm against my throat had me arching into him. He tilted my chin to him as he skimmed his soft lips against mine.
What started sweet and chaste didn’t last.
He leaned farther into me as his tongue slipped across my lips. Gentle fingers trailed down my sides before he palmed my ass firmly. He pulled at my body until I settled over his thighs, our hips aligning just right. The slow way his tongue flicked against mine was building a long-forgotten feeling in my core.
Zavier held me in a way I hadn’t realized I even wanted. I hadn’t noticed until now how much I wanted someone the way I want these two mortal men.
A hardness pressed against my thigh and I rocked against it until we were both moaning into each other.
The coiling feeling low in my stomach built higher, and still he only kissed me, his hands not roaming over my skin a single inch.
I pulled harshly back from him. Heavy, panting breaths fell between us.
He’s too sweet.Too sweet to fuck me like we both wanted him to.
“We’re not going to have sex, are we?” I tried hard to keep the pouting outrage from my voice.
His hands rose from my hips with a gesture of uncertain surrender.
“I—probably—no?”
No?
It sounded like he wasn’t even sure. Like maybe sex was happening, maybe it wasn’t. Maybe it already was for all he knew. What was with men today? Men used to be dominant and demanding but protecting and providing.
Why was I demanding sex and he was brushing it off like it was somewhat of an inconvenience for his dick right now?
Confusion lined his face as we stared at one another for several long seconds.
And then I felt it.
A dark and familiar feeling strangled my chest. A presence was near, and it sent a chill all down my spine.
I turned hesitantly to find my little box sitting where his speaker phone was just moments ago. A shining light gleamed across the top.
Pandora was written in pretty swooping letters across it. It looked like a gift and a curse all at the same time. It wanted Zavier. It wanted him the way it had once wanted me.
Tightness clutched at my throat, but I swallowed it down. If I opened it right now, would I never see this beautiful man again? I’d have one of the three miseries obtained. I’d be one step closer to my freedom.
And one step closer to being just like the gods.
Was it worth it? Was my freedom worth more than Zavier. He wasn’t living his life at all. He was choosing greed over living.
If I lifted that lid a choice would be made. A choice I could never retake.
I stood abruptly, pulling Zavier along with me.
I stumbled away from it. On unsteady steps, I led him carefully away from the quiet danger that sat before us.
“Hope, what is wrong with you?”
I was making a choice. Right now. “There’s something I want to tell you.”
Chapter Fourteen
I looked between Zavier and my box not quite knowing where to start. How did you tell someone you were his favorite legend? That shit was just fucked up from start to finish.
