He sat up, thinking of the gun he’d never secured and the swamp boat—so easy to operate, even a child could handle it because it had been made by one.
It hadn’t been a dream. But she’d played him again. Claimed to have feelings for him, only to run away at the first opportunity she got. How could he have been so stupid? Again?
“Hey, you okay?”
Her voice interrupted his self-castigating lament. And he looked up to find her standing in the bathroom doorway, wrapped up in a towel. Looking exactly like what she was….
A dream come true.
Strange, he’d spent so much effort trying to hold onto all of it: his hate, his revenge, his blood debt. He’d fought himself on wanting her. Saying over and over again it was wrong. He shouldn’t. He couldn’t.
But at the end—or in this case, the beginning—of the day, letting go of it was the easiest thing in the world.
A profound knot loosened inside of him as he answered, “More than okay.”
Then he dipped his chin to tell her, “I don’t know why you took that shower, though. I’m about to get you dirty all over again.”
And Hades always honored his promises.
This time, he invited her to sit. First on his face, as he licked all the parts he’d made sore last night--against the living room wall, in the copper tub, and right before they fell asleep because if this was a dream, he wanted to make the most of it.
He apologized that morning with his tongue for not being able to get enough of her, even though he’d already worn her out. And as she came apart over his mouth, he made silent vows to both her and himself.
She was no longer his prisoner.
She was his queen now.
And there were past actions to be made up for, rings to put on fingers, an IUD to take out, futures to plan that extended beyond the five years of their deal.
But before that…
He placed her thoroughly slickened opening down on his aching staff. And, merde, it was an effort not to shoot as he watched her beautiful pussy split and slide down his thick cock.
“I’ve never…” She braced her hands on his chest when he was all the way in and wiggled to adjust around him. “How do we do this with me on top?”
Her innocent words only made the battle his dick was fighting worse.
But Hades somehow managed to advise her, “Just rub that clittie against my cock. Work your pretty cunt all over me until you start to feel good.”
“Oh, oh…” His filthy words set off something inside his innocent girl. She began circling her hips around the fat base of his erection, her body helplessly obeying his command.
Through clenched teeth and sheer willpower, he managed to hang on to his load. And he taught her. Gripping her ass and guiding her hips, he taught her how to ride her man until all her self-consciousness fell away and she pitched forward, finding her own natural rhythm.
This was the original dream, Hades realized—the one that had spun off in his mind when he saw his destiny standing at the edge of that pool. But even better.
She felt so goddamn perfect, grinding against him, her breaths short and squeaky as she rode his dick. He wanted to be the man who taught her everything, the man responsible for her pleasure. He wanted this with her. He wanted it forever.
And that was what allowed him to hold on until she found the thread she was looking for and her hips began whipping faster and faster. She suddenly reared up, her nail scratching at his chest as the orgasm speared through her.
And the look on her face…the pure awe as she drenched his cock with her release.
Merde, there was more holding on, no more holding back. He slammed into her with hard, upward thrusts as he lifted her up and down on his cock.
He could have come this way, no problem. But right as the cliff was approaching, he had to pull her back down to his chest to growl in her ear.
“You are mine now,” he informed her in the language of his bayou, his voice guttural. “Forget the deal. I will not ever let you go. We are doing this forever. Moi, je t’aime toujours.”
Maybe she understood that he was saying he more than had feelings for her—he loved her. Always. Maybe she didn’t. But at that moment, she came again with an agonized cry. Submitting to his claim with her body if not necessarily her mouth.
