Page 398 of The First Taste
She slips her hand into mine. I step closer, pressing her knuckles against my lips. The breath leaves her body in a shudder as I slowly turn her wrist and place a solid, warm kiss on her freezing cold palm.
Her tears fall freely, but she makes no move to stop them. She just looks at me, her expression unfathomable.
“I do,” she says crisply. “I do trust you, even though I think you are a villain.”
Her words strike a chord in me. I gather her in my arms, warming her against my body.
And then I tilt her chin up, angling it just so for my kiss. When I lower my lips to hers, it is perfect.
Hot, hard, demanding. Her fingers curl in my shirt as she pulls me closer, pressing up on her tiptoes. I use my tongue to sweep her sweet mouth, pulling and pushing against hers.
When Penny gasps, I surprise her by picking her up, throwing her over my shoulder, and heading back toward the house in a hurry.
Hades
Icarry Penny the last few steps into my bedroom. The room itself is a broad space with dark wood furnishings and heavy navy tapestries. The four poster bed is clearly the king of the space, a behemoth with fresh white linens and a navy brocade coverlet. It eats up all the space around it. The only light in the room is from the dying fire.
I’m too absorbed in thinking of all the ways to make Penny moan my name to give the low light a second thought.
I toss her onto the bouncy king-sized mattress, and she laughs. Stopping at the end of the bed, I stroke her silk-covered knee and look down at her.
Penny’s raven-maned head is thrown back, her hazel eyes glittering. She props herself up on her elbows and one elegant shoulder is bared to my gaze beneath the bulky sweater she wears.
Penny starts to push herself upright. I stop her with a hard push, skimming her sweater up and over her head. I pull back a fraction of an inch, looking her up and down.
“Just let me drink ye in, lass,” I rumble. My cock stirs, impatient, already hard as granite.
My gaze takes in the perfection of her pouty lips, the stark beauty of her collarbones, the clingy black silk neckline that dips down to reveal a glimpse of creamy, enticing cleavage. The material of her dress is tight against her waist and then it swells out just at the natural flare of her hips. She’s a goddess in raven silk, made for me and me alone to touch and kiss and worship.
I reach out and pull the thin spaghetti straps down her arms, tugging until her breasts are exposed to the air. They beg for my touch and I palm one, licking my lips.
Penny gasps very softly; her little noise is the first of oh so many I plan to make her call out. My cock presses against my trousers, uncomfortable. But I won’t be rushed, not by my own hunger. I plan to take my time with my pretty Penny, make her beg for every touch, make her scream my name.
I feel the weight of her breast in my hand. She arches into my touch, making a pretty picture. I pinch her nipple hard and she cries out, her voice sharp in the cool air.
For some reason, hearing it makes me a little crazy. I release her nipple, grab her dress in both hands, and rip it cleanly down the middle. Her sudden inhale and her exposed torso excites me even more, makes me wish my cock was buried deep inside her pussy. My cock twitches and I grit my teeth.
Good things may come to those that wait… but I’m about to take what I need from Penny’s body.
“Easy, Hades,” she says, that bright pink tongue of hers darting out to wet her lips.
“I want ye naked,” I growl, ripping at the ruined silk dress that hangs on her body in shreds. “I want to be able to see and touch and taste every inch of ye, Penny Corbin.”
She shivers and wiggles out of the dress, then hooks her thumbs in the silky black triangle of her panties. She looks at me, hesitating for a moment.
I smirk down at her, skimming my hands over her breasts oh so lightly. Whatever she is looking for in my face, she must see it because she pushes the fabric down.
I impatiently rip them down her legs and push her knees up and apart. She makes a soft sound as I press my fully-clothed cock against her pussy. A noise that is half-disapproving, half-wanting.
“Wait, wait,” she demands, pushing my hands away. She sits up, looking up at me with such intense sweetness that I am pinned in place. “You should undress too.”
I frown and press her back onto the mattress. “No one wants to see that. Not when yer bare before me.”
Penny grabs my hand and squeezes hard. “No. I want to see it. I want to see all of you, right now.”
I try to shake off her touch. “That’s not how this works.”
Penny grips my wrist and stares me in the eyes. “I’ll let you do whatever you want to me, but you have to be naked.” She waits a beat, then finishes with a plaintive question, her voice incredibly soft. “Please, Hades?”
