Page 91 of The Truth About Myths
She gasped. Henrique placed his fingertips above her throat, not wanting to lose her tiniest reaction.
"And then?"
"Zeus loved her slowly, reverently..." Henrique lowered the right side of her robe and kissed her shoulder. When he did the same with the other side, the silk caught on her nipple, and he tugged it free. The folds piled at her waist.
Not even Apollo and his chariot could take him from her now.
His hands were unsteady when he breezed soft caresses over her breasts, chasing the freckles he somehow knew would be there. "Dawn came, but Zeus wasn't ready to leave, so he extended the night until he and Alcmene were well and truly sated." Henrique rested his hands over her hip bones and brushed his thumbs up and down in a soft invitation.
"A night of myth." She breathed, her lips sweetly parted.
They were both on their knees, facing each other. The fire cast fairy lights over her drying hair and fair skin, a pagan goddess of old.
Everything in him stilled, and Henrique nodded. "A night of passion. No consequences, no guilt."
The idea took shape, solidifying inside him. They could have this night for themselves.
Sustaining eye contact, he released her waist and touched the back of her thighs. Her breath hitched, and he cupped her buttocks, pressing her against him. At the contact of his chest with her breasts, he groaned. He kissed her, penetrating her mouth with his tongue, tasting her warmth.
"If this is one of your games..." She pulled away, breathing heavily.
"A game? Christ, Isa, I want—” He traced the contours of her mouth and cradled her face with infinite care. "Passion is not one-sided. I want to kiss you, but I want to be kissed too. I want to caress your skin, and I want to be caressed. I want you to be vulnerable to me, but it makes me vulnerable, too. I want to revel with you, in you, for as long as our night lasts. I want to make you fly."
"One night."
"Yes," he said, extending his hand in invitation.
Green eyes flashed, and then she placed her palm atop his.
He stood paralyzed, transfixed, embedded in her gaze.
The deal was sealed. God help him. What a pair they made—a pearly princess and the luckiest savage in the world. Any control he had left flew away to cavort with the cicadas and stars.
He kissed her deeply, and she melted against him, warm and pliant, as if he had every right to embrace her. He tugged the sash of her robe, and the silk fell around her legs. All the reasons he should keep away from her crashed to the floor with the last folds of her robe. Fire glow danced over her skin. Henrique's befuddlement lasted three seconds before he embraced her.
He pulled away long enough to work on the folds of his cravat. Her fingers brushed against his as she removed his waistcoat.
Primly and nude, she folded the garment atop his coat.
The shirt almost ripped when he wrestled it from his body. His cock filled to bursting point, and he used all his willpower to focus on her. He picked her slight form in his arms and lowered her on the decadent pillows.
He bit her bottom lip, and her gasp thrilled him.
Fusing their mouths, he massaged her thighs from the back of her knees to just below her apex with slow, deliberate strokes.
"Henrique."
"Hmm?"
"Are we done kissing?"
"What do you have in mind?"
She huffed a little and wiggled her hips, her cheeks becoming red. He pulled her knees apart and opened her nether lips with his thumbs. The fragrance of her arousal rose in an intoxicating mist. They watched as he circled her clitoris, now standing proud and glistening. He knelt between her legs for a taste.
He loved her petals reverently, brushing his stubbled cheeks against the inside of her thighs. When a deep shudder raked her, he closed his mouth around her and sucked. Her small mews and moans and the timid pressure of her hands on his head hazed his thoughts.
When she trembled beneath him, her body arching with her release, he caught her to his chest and kissed her deeply. His cock demanded he mount her where they were, a sultan with his odalisque. No, damn it. He would make it right. The way to the bed passed in a blur.
