Page 50 of Hercules

As soon as he rose, pushing and leaning until their mouths were poised to fit once more, more of him craved to possess more of her. Holy fuck, so much more. How it seemed like such a tiny thing such as she was carved by the heavens to accommodate all of him between her thighs… Well, some things were mysteries and were intended to remain that way. If he didn’t learn all the science behind this, or the magical details that made it so, that was pretty damn okay.

Because this…all of it…was pretty damn perfect.

The new give of her lips for his demand. Then more, as she opened wider for the slide of his tongue. The eager greeting of her own slick surfaces, welcoming him back inside her dark, wet mysteries. The complexity of her passions, but the simplicity of how she submitted them. Celebrated them. Touching him seemed a religious experience for her. And the sighs she relented as their kiss deepened…

Was religious for him.

Even as he finally pulled back, she sighed and trembled for him. Then again and again…giving him an incredible, beautiful gift without knowing it. With every new evidence of her arousal, she scooped a sieve into his senses through which his chaos and conflict spilled, dissipating like dust, leaving only the sweet weight of his own lust.

The pounding need to mix it with hers…

Pushing harder by the second…

Which tripled his shock when a teasing quirk took over one side of his mouth. And the soft words with it.

“For the love of what, now?”

Her own lips quirked, offering a peek at her teeth and a flash of the gorgeous wit that had entranced him since their fingers first touched. Only this time, he wouldn’t be able to stop at simple fingers. She had to know that too. His cock was ready to endure zipper scars to get to her…

“Hmmm. Well. I’d start with…perhaps…these.”

But as she demonstrated the point by pressing her touch to the corners of his eyes, a theory formed about the erotic allure of abstinence. In small measure.

She threaded her fingers through his hair. “And all of this.”

Very small measure.

With splayed hands, she pulled his face back down toward hers. “And especially this.”

And that ended the dialogue about small anything.

His chest was huge, breathing in the lush candy of her kiss. His blood was swollen, flooded from the force of her desire. And his erection…well…he wondered if it better belonged on the wall of the weapons room, kept safe before seriously injuring someone…

And there was a new fucking rub.

He could think of nothing else except injuring her.

And ensuring she reveled in every fucking second of it.

Stretching her flesh to its every limit. Impaling her core until it was visceral. Making her ache and want and pant…

Exactly like she did when their mouths finally dragged apart.

Then again, as their gazes locked and tangled.

Once her third whimper fanned up and over his face, Herc was done trying to make poetry out of it. Far past the point of Abstinence Appreciation Day. His blood was a thousand degrees. His cock was a primed piston. His limbs were wild and feverish, ready to bend steel bars to be uncaged. Untamed. Fucking unhinged.

But despite the hell of the effort, he stalled for two more seconds. One to grip the side of his sweet scribester’s head with fevered focus, like commanding the carriage return on one of her realm’s ancient typewriters. With the second, he did the same to her stare: locking her onto the ruthless force of his unblinking direction.

“Erastís.” The grate was just as unforgiving on his larynx, a bumpy ride to accommodate the toil of simply breathing. “I can’t hold out much longer.”

He watched the air attempting to claim her own chest, pushing her breasts tighter against her bodice. So lush. So gorgeous. But best of all, conveying a message beyond her lust. Telling him, with the simple force of her energy and the golden glints in her eyes, that she didn’t just want him. She saw him. She knew what it meant for him to be so exposed like this—and responded by openly lending her strength in the form of two syllables he’d remember forever.

“Then don’t.”

CHAPTER 14

It was like one of her “level ten” dreams. Only better.