complaint. But then it didn’t matter for he was kissing her again. His hands came around her, lifting her into his arms, all without breaking contact with her lips. She gasped, and his tongue caressed the tip of her tongue.
HADES HADN’T meant any of this when he’d come to the garden. He just wanted to be
close to her, but she was standing in the garden, waiting for him, calling him to her. He’d responded like the brutish barbarians of his time, and been horrified by it, but right now, nothing could stop from kissing her.
Her tongue tentatively touching his. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck as he carried her to a secluded alcove. He broke the kiss long enough to lay her down on a bed of creeping thyme. The minty fragrance filled his nostrils as he knelt down beside her.
She was a vision in her creamy night rail. The edge of the dress riding up her shapely thigh and front pulled tightly over her breasts. He could almost see the hardened nipples through the cloth.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, demanding the throbbing erection between his
legs to behave. This wasn’t a dream, and as tempting as she looked staring up at him with those eyes darkened by passion, he wouldn’t take full advantage of her innocence. However, he would dispel the notions Artemis and Athena had placed in her head.
He caressed her soft cheek with the back of his fingers and she purred like a cat, arching into his touch. “The relationship between a man and a woman can be a beautiful thing, Persephone, although some find it otherwise. Men have much to offer women; their protection, their strength, and their shelter. But women have just as much to offer, and theirs is far more precious. They give men a home to return to, companionship during the lonely nights, a meal to sustain the body, and love to sustain the soul. A woman should be cherished by her husband.”
He leaned down, brushing his lips against hers. Her response shocked him. She deepened the kiss, her tongue tracing his lips, pushing into his mouth to mate with his tongue. He pressed her deeper into the thyme, enjoying the soft give of her body.
She moaned in his mouth, her back arching upward and her pelvis grinding against his
engorged cock, in a movement as old as time. She was giving herself to him and only his self-control kept him from taking her. She couldn’t know what she was giving him.
HER BODY tingled and burned. Her belly fluttered and her loins ached. She was lost the
moment his lips touched hers. Her body came alive, demanding something she couldn’t explain.
Her hips bucked under him and the warning of earlier did nothing to dispel her desire to kiss him.
And his words to her, combined with the softness in his eyes as he spoke, only fueled it.
His hand stroked her cheek, trailed down the side of her neck, and traced the edge of her bodice. The delicious sensations he produced from her body made her shiver and crave more.
He started to pull away and she protested, writhing on the ground and releasing the sweet scent of thyme to envelop them. Pushing past the cloak, her hands roamed the hard planes of his chest, shoulders, and his back, willing him to experience the same need with her.
His fingers brushed the side of her breast and came to rest on her waist, while his other hand caressed the bare skin of her thigh. She gasped and arched against him, seeking more of what he was giving her.
“Persephone.”
The simple sound of her name on his lips was both a plea and a request. His husky voice held such longing and hunger. And it shocked her to realize that she mirrored it.
His hands slid off her body and his mouth descended upon hers. Her wanton behavior
shocked her, and yet she knew that if she had the experience she might ravish him instead, such was her desire for him.
“Please.”
“No, sweetling. Not this way,” he murmured in her ear. He drew her close to him, holding her tight. “This is but a taste of the pleasure
HADES HADN’T meant any of this when he’d come to the garden. He just wanted to be
close to her, but she was standing in the garden, waiting for him, calling him to her. He’d responded like the brutish barbarians of his time, and been horrified by it, but right now, nothing could stop from kissing her.
Her tongue tentatively touching his. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck as he carried her to a secluded alcove. He broke the kiss long enough to lay her down on a bed of creeping thyme. The minty fragrance filled his nostrils as he knelt down beside her.
She was a vision in her creamy night rail. The edge of the dress riding up her shapely thigh and front pulled tightly over her breasts. He could almost see the hardened nipples through the cloth.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, demanding the throbbing erection between his
legs to behave. This wasn’t a dream, and as tempting as she looked staring up at him with those eyes darkened by passion, he wouldn’t take full advantage of her innocence. However, he would dispel the notions Artemis and Athena had placed in her head.
He caressed her soft cheek with the back of his fingers and she purred like a cat, arching into his touch. “The relationship between a man and a woman can be a beautiful thing, Persephone, although some find it otherwise. Men have much to offer women; their protection, their strength, and their shelter. But women have just as much to offer, and theirs is far more precious. They give men a home to return to, companionship during the lonely nights, a meal to sustain the body, and love to sustain the soul. A woman should be cherished by her husband.”
He leaned down, brushing his lips against hers. Her response shocked him. She deepened the kiss, her tongue tracing his lips, pushing into his mouth to mate with his tongue. He pressed her deeper into the thyme, enjoying the soft give of her body.
She moaned in his mouth, her back arching upward and her pelvis grinding against his
engorged cock, in a movement as old as time. She was giving herself to him and only his self-control kept him from taking her. She couldn’t know what she was giving him.
HER BODY tingled and burned. Her belly fluttered and her loins ached. She was lost the
moment his lips touched hers. Her body came alive, demanding something she couldn’t explain.
Her hips bucked under him and the warning of earlier did nothing to dispel her desire to kiss him.
And his words to her, combined with the softness in his eyes as he spoke, only fueled it.
His hand stroked her cheek, trailed down the side of her neck, and traced the edge of her bodice. The delicious sensations he produced from her body made her shiver and crave more.
He started to pull away and she protested, writhing on the ground and releasing the sweet scent of thyme to envelop them. Pushing past the cloak, her hands roamed the hard planes of his chest, shoulders, and his back, willing him to experience the same need with her.
His fingers brushed the side of her breast and came to rest on her waist, while his other hand caressed the bare skin of her thigh. She gasped and arched against him, seeking more of what he was giving her.
“Persephone.”
The simple sound of her name on his lips was both a plea and a request. His husky voice held such longing and hunger. And it shocked her to realize that she mirrored it.
His hands slid off her body and his mouth descended upon hers. Her wanton behavior
shocked her, and yet she knew that if she had the experience she might ravish him instead, such was her desire for him.
“Please.”
“No, sweetling. Not this way,” he murmured in her ear. He drew her close to him, holding her tight. “This is but a taste of the pleasure
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