Hades glanced down at the outfit he’d made her wear and a lump rose in his throat. Suddenly, everything didn’t feel so cut and dry, and doubts began to push in.
She interrupted his thought again with a polite, “Also, if you could put on a condom, I think I saw a box in the medicine cabinet. My mom got me an IUD when I was seventeen—she’s the product of a teen mom, so she didn’t trust a virginity contract to keep me from having sex and possibly getting pregnant. But with your sexual history…”
Persy didn’t finish, but she didn’t have to tell him she was concerned about STDs. Shame washed over him as he remembered the many women he’d taken, out of sheer pettiness, right in front of her.
“I hope that’s not too much to ask,” she said, mistaking the reason for his consternated look. She leaned forward and admitted, “I’m…not as upset as I thought I would be about this deal.”
Neither was he. He grinned at her, somehow happier than he’d been in a long time. A really long time. “How about this? I’ll meet you, naked and sheathed, on the bed.”
“Alright, it’s a date.” She smiled back at him, and man…the things it did to his heart. He wondered if he’d get used to her exquisite beauty.
One thing was for certain, he planned to have a lot of fun finding out.
He took his time drying off, from head to toe, and carefully put on the condom.
It wasn’t just about consideration. There was a motorcycle engine revving in his belly. And Hades already knew…
Once he got started, there would be no more stopping.
Turned out he was right to make sure he was all in order before coming back out to the main suite.
The sight of Persy on the bed…
She was too skinny when she first arrived. But now she was perfect. Soft on her stomach, like a woman should be, her curls wild and free. Lush as a goddess, and innocent as a virgin. He understood in an instant why his paternal ancestors were so crazy about Athena.
But he didn’t get much time to appreciate her.
“Now what?” she asked, her grin not nearly as innocent as her untouched body as she made that callback quip.
His body moved forward of its own accord, not stopping until his ravenous mouth finally claimed hers again, until he bowled her over and urged her legs around his waist.
He couldn’t believe he was here. Five years. Five years he’d been walking around with this hunger for her gnawing at his gut.
Now, here she was, offering herself up to him like a meal. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t deny the raw craving any longer. He had to consume. She tasted like flowers and luxury—it didn’t matter how much he denied her or what she wore to the ball that night…
Still, that new, unfamiliar guilt tugged at him. He wouldn’t apologize, but another idea occurred to him…
He moved his mouth down her body.
“Are you… are you going to kiss me down there?” she asked. “I’ve never had anyone do that before.”
Mon dieu. A shudder wracked his body. She was so innocent, and he wanted in her so bad…but no, not yet. He kneaded his cock to calm it down.
You’ll get your turn, he promised. But first…
He flattened out on his stomach and ransacked her pussy like he did her mouth. His ravenous tongue drilled into the hole where he’d soon be fucking her for the first time. He laved and kissed those lips, then sucked on her nub like it was candy.
Too much.
She bucked awkwardly under his mouth and pushed at his head, and he backed off instinctively. Lapping gently. Patiently. As if his cock wasn’t pounding and he had all the time in the world.
He studied that beautiful cunt, and he let her instruct him with her moans and her whimpers and the way she grabbed on to his hair, pulling his face in deeper as opposed to pushing him away.
Then he slowly drew that nub into his mouth, making her cry out. “Oh, God. What are you doing? What is happening?”
She was getting close. And she sounded confused.
Had she never had an orgasm before? The thought of that made his ears rush with blood.
