He grasped his cock and slid the head along her wetness, teasing her clit again and again. She turned her cheek against the mattress and pushed back into him, moaning low in her throat. He wouldn’t be able to last through another of her blistering orgasms, so he knew this one had to be good. It had to be better than all the others he’d given her. He wanted her to remember it long after this night was over.
“Ah, mono mia. You’re so wet, so tight. So perfect. I can’t wait any longer. I have to fuck you now, hard. I won’t be gentle.”
“Do it.” She braced her hand on the sheet beside her head and pushed her hips back again, desperate for his cock. “Fuck me. I want it. I want all of you.”
He pressed against her snug, slick entrance then let his hands glide along her sexy spine and into her hair. Her desperate words, her body trying to suck him in deep, the way she’d completely surrendered herself to all his wants and needs was too much. Too hot. Too intense.
Wrapping a hand in her silky locks, he said, “Don’t hold back. Come as soon as you want. As often as you can. I need to feel it all.”
“Oh yes…”
He gripped her hair in his fist, then shoved in so deep she jerked and cried out. Her tight little pussy clenched all around him with what he knew was another small eruption, but he was too far gone to stop or slow down. Her drew back, plunged deep, grunted with every thrust because she was squeezing him so hard he knew he was seconds away from shattering.
Pleasure raced along his nerve endings. Every cry from her lips forced his need higher, drove him harder. He hammered into her, deeper each time, grunting again and again as she trembled and her pussy massaged his throbbing cock. Slipping an arm under her, he lifted so they were both upright with her spine plastered to his chest and his lips at her ear.
“One more time,” he whispered, his forearm between her luscious breasts, his hand closing around her throat. “I need to feel you come one more time.” He dropped his other hand between her legs, found her clit, and strummed in time with his thrusts. “Come for me, mono mia. Come all around me. Squeeze me so hard when you go.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck… Yes, yes, oh yes…”
Her head fell back against his shoulder. She relaxed into him. And as he kissed her cheek, her jaw, as he turned her beautiful face his way and feathered kisses to her mouth, he felt her last orgasm tear through her. This one more powerful than all the rest. So violent it exploded from her body into his and triggered an eruption in his balls that overtook everything.
Her slick pussy convulsed around his throbbing shaft as she continued to cry out. Shoving in as far as he could get, he tightened his hold on her, grunting and jerking as blinding pleasure rocketed through every cell and erupted from his cock in a mind-numbing explosion that was so intense, so passionate, he finally knew the true meaning of ecstasy.
Breathing hard, he opened his eyes and realized he was face-down on the mattress with her pinned beneath him. He tried to move, but his brain wasn’t working right, and his limbs seemed to be dead.
“Oh my… Wow. That was…” She shifted, and he tried to roll to his side to give her space, but he didn’t get far. Facing him, she tugged him into her and pressed a gentle kiss to his nose. “You’re not going anywhere.”
As if he could.
All he heard was satisfaction in her voice, a sound that sent a shiver down his spine and made him ache to feel her everywhere. All over again.
She snuggled into his chest, as if she’d always been there. And as he wrapped his arms around her, he breathed in a deep whiff of her intoxicating scent, letting the familiar notes fill his lungs, drawing it deep into his soul to give him strength.
His eyes slid closed. He held her to him. Just tried to be what she’d said—hers—even as he fought that ache deep inside because he knew he wouldn’t be hers for long.
“You’re trembling,” she whispered.
“I’m fine,” he lied. “Just cold.”
She stilled against him. Didn’t respond. But he felt her heart rate kick up. And he knew he wasn’t fooling her. Not completely. His mono mia was too smart for that. Too smart for him.
He let go of her with one arm and reached for the comforter at their feet. “This will help.”
Doubt flashed in her eyes as he tugged the blanket up to his chest and wrapped it around her. Before he could pull her close again and convince her of his lie, she pushed him to his back and straddled his hips.
“I have a better way to heat you up.”
His stomach tightened as she pressed a kiss to the center of his chest, one that reignited those tingles all through his flesh. She glanced up with a wicked gleam in her eyes. One he’d seen before. One that sent blood rushing straight into his cock and made him rock-hard all over again.
“You just lie there and focus on being warm.” A sexy smile tugged at her lips as she grasped the blanket at her back, tugged it up over her head, and lowered her lips to his chest again, working wet, sinful kisses straight down his abdomen as she scooted back. “You’re going to be so hot by the time I’m done with you. A roiling, bubbling, sizzling mess of a god on the verge of exploding. And when I have you completely at my mercy, do you know what I’m going to do with you then, dios?”
With his fingers in her hair, his body already sizzling because of her sultry words and decadent lips, he looked down and met her eyes.
Eyes that had the power to change everything for him, and already had. Eyes that were going to linger in his mind—and his heart—long after this night was through. “What?”
“Anything I want. Because you’re mine. All and only mine.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Talisa sat up and looked down at Zagreus asleep on his side against her.
The candles had burned down to virtually nothing, and only a few flickering flames remained, leaving the lookout dark and still, but she could easily see him. Moonlight shone through the wide windows to highlight his dark hair against the white pillow, his thick lashes feathering the soft skin beneath his eyes, and the long, lean muscles in his arms and chest that could have been sculpted from clay.
She should be thoroughly exhausted—he’d worn her out with his delicious lovemaking—but she wasn’t. She hadn’t slept a minute, not even after he’d rolled into her, pulled her close, and drifted off. Hadn’t because she knew he was holding something back. The same something she’d sensed had kept him away from her all day when she’d only wanted him.
Rising quietly so she wouldn’t wake him, she grasped the soft throw from the foot of the bed and wrapped it around her. After crossing the room, she leaned against the stone wall near the middle arch and gazed out at the falling water that dropped into the dark lake far below, the village lights dotting the lakeshore, and finally the castle torches, burning brightly, even at this hour.
She thought of the nymphs asleep in the village. The silens. Nyssa and Rhen in the castle. Her parents, and the rest of the Argonauts. About what lurked beyond their borders, just waiting to strike in the dark. All because of her.
Zagreus’s arms closed around her from behind, startling her. “You’re supposed to be sleeping.”
“I know.” She wrapped her fingers around his forearms, relieved at the way he closed in at her back and pressed a gentle kiss to her throat, thankful that it warmed the chill growing inside.