Page 362 of The First Taste
Around us, the crowd has now thinned and mostly dispersed. As we hike upward, we leave behind the ocean with its rocky, sandy views. We also leave nearly everyone behind.
Persephone's breathing returns to normal. Her eyes stop roving. But I don’t drop my arm until we hit the steepest part of the hill. She squirms a little and I let her go.
My skin aches bittersweetly where her arm pressed into my lower back. I move away, huffing and puffing a little as we reach the hilltop. Glancing around, I see the gate to our villa on the left and a breathtaking vista spilling out from our feet, down the hill to the ocean.
“Not bad, eh?” I offer.
Persephone looks at me, giving me a small smile. “Now that there is no one on the street?” She looks around, sucking in a breath. “Yeah. It’s beautiful.”
I run a hand over the white sandstone wall, parking my chin toward the wrought iron gate. “This is our stop.”
She wrinkles her nose, pushing her cheek out with her tongue. “Thank you. For… you know. Talking to me. I think I was freaking out.”
I swing the gate open, smiling at her coolly. “Oh, ye think so?”
She blushes and ducks her head, shaking it as she heads through the gate. “I’m just trying to show a little gratitude, Hades.”
She bends over and plucks a tiny flower from the otherwise perfectly green carpet of grass. I can’t help but glance at her ass.
My cock stirs. The black fabric of her dress seems to grow thin as it stretches.
My mouth begins to water.
She straightens back up, looking at the tiny blossom clasped in her fingers.
I close the gate after us. The villa is set back a way, white sandstone rising against the crisp green of the well-manicured lawn.
But my eyes are glued to Persephone's ass as she strolls toward the villa. I can’t help it. Her ass sways ever so gently as she walks, seemingly well muscled and perfectly plump.
I tilt my head, trying to figure out whether she is wearing any panties. It’s impossible to tell. But for some reason, I want to believe that she’s not.
That I could skim her dress up her legs, exposing her flawless ass. And there would be absolutely nothing between me and her. I could push her down with one hand, spread her thighs with the other, and press my whole face into her creamy ass?—
“Hades?”
I blink a couple of times. I’m staring off into space, ignoring what is in front of my face. My neck heats and I realize that I have a full-fledged erection.
I clear my throat and try to subtly draw her attention away as I adjust my hard cock in my slacks. “What?”
She gives me a funny look then turns away, walking toward the front door of the villa. I trudge after her, feeling like a true villain.
Persephone
It’s our third day in Valencia. Hades hasn’t gotten up yet. Or at least, he hasn’t made his presence known. But I’m up early, having tossed and turned all night.
Yesterday, I used my brand new iPad to email my brother Lawrence. Younger than me by two years, he has always been closer to me than either one of my parents.
Which is why I stayed in touch with him, even after I disappeared from New Orleans.
I feel more nervous than I should as I check my email. But there is nothing from him.
My inbox is empty.
I get up and make some coffee, staring off blankly. Before me is a picture window with a view of the ocean. But I’m acclimated to it now.
I am thinking about my brother and the reasons why he didn’t respond. Is there a chance that he didn’t get my email?
As the coffee maker brews, I check my sent mail. The email I sent him last night is the first email listed.
