rose inside of Taylor, it was that same emotion she'd vowed to ignore for a while. She couldn't go down this road again. She'd promised herself that she wouldn’t fall for another bad boy. This was just sex. This had to be just sex.
"I imagined what you'd look like lying amongst my furs, but my fantasies paled by comparison to the real thing," Hades said. "You are exquisite."
Taylor didn't think her body could get any hotter, but she was wrong. Hades reached for her foot and gently kissed the bottom of her sole. A shiver tracked through her leg, settling at the juncture between her thighs. He kissed her again and ran his tongue along her arch. Taylor giggled and tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let her.
"I need to taste you. Every inch of you." Hades nibbled on her ankle, then rained kisses upon her leg. He worked his way up one leg and down the other. He was patient, attentive, and far too thorough a lover for her piece of mind. Yet he avoided the places that needed him most.
Oh he was good, so very good.
That careful avoidance only ratcheted up her need, driving her into frenzy. When Taylor thought she couldn't take another second, Hades flipped her onto her belly and kissed his way up the back of her legs. Her sex grew moist as he neared her bottom. He had to smell her. Heck, she could smell the musk rising from her skin and she wasn't even down there.
***
Hades leaned over her and inhaled. Taylor smelled so rich, ripe, and sensual. He'd never tasted skin like hers and he doubted he ever would again. The round globes of her bottom jiggled beneath him. Hades couldn't resist taking a small bite, careful not to break the skin. She squealed as his sharp teeth latched onto her, then burst into laughter.
"Stop that." She swatted at him, but he easily avoided her half-hearted blow.
"A King doesn't take orders," he said. "Besides, I needed to see if you tasted as good as you smelled."
She glanced over her shoulder. "And do I?"
"Better," he said, meaning it. Hades continued his journey, this time exploring her back.
The Dark King never realized how much restraint he had until this moment. All he wanted to do was bury his nose in her moist sex and lap up her juices for hours. He longed to taste her release on his tongue, feel her clit swell beneath his teeth, and plunge into her depths. But he wouldn't. Not yet. Taylor was the type of woman meant to be savored.
He kissed her shoulder blades, then nibbled on her fragile neck, licking and sucking on the tender flesh. The tendon jumped when he touched it. Hades focused on the taut muscle, feeling it flex beneath his mouth. One bite would be all it would take. One bite would change both their destinies. He felt his incisors grow along with the urge to mark her, and quickly jerked his head away. What was he doing?
Hades stared at the small purple blemish marring the base of her pale throat and shuddered at how close he'd come to sealing their fates.
He shook his head to clear it and slowly kissed his way down Taylor's supple spine, away from temptation. "Spread your thighs for me. Your delicious scent is driving me crazy. I want to taste you. I want to bury my face in the dew, dripping from your soft curls."
Taylor reacted in an instant. Her legs parted so wide that at first he was shocked, then Hades remembered that she was a dancer. He'd researched the meaning after she'd explained what she did. He'd seen her 'dancing' in her thoughts, but for some reason he couldn't believe it, even when faced with the facts. Hades was still angry over the idea of other men staring at her naked body. He didn't think that would ever change, but looking at her now he realized her skills held a lot of possibilities.
Hades positioned his wide shoulders between Taylor's trim thighs, then leaned over and inhaled. Her glorious scent washed over him, drowning him and he didn't even try to save himself. Instead, Hades scooted forward and stuck out his tongue— his very long
"I imagined what you'd look like lying amongst my furs, but my fantasies paled by comparison to the real thing," Hades said. "You are exquisite."
Taylor didn't think her body could get any hotter, but she was wrong. Hades reached for her foot and gently kissed the bottom of her sole. A shiver tracked through her leg, settling at the juncture between her thighs. He kissed her again and ran his tongue along her arch. Taylor giggled and tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let her.
"I need to taste you. Every inch of you." Hades nibbled on her ankle, then rained kisses upon her leg. He worked his way up one leg and down the other. He was patient, attentive, and far too thorough a lover for her piece of mind. Yet he avoided the places that needed him most.
Oh he was good, so very good.
That careful avoidance only ratcheted up her need, driving her into frenzy. When Taylor thought she couldn't take another second, Hades flipped her onto her belly and kissed his way up the back of her legs. Her sex grew moist as he neared her bottom. He had to smell her. Heck, she could smell the musk rising from her skin and she wasn't even down there.
***
Hades leaned over her and inhaled. Taylor smelled so rich, ripe, and sensual. He'd never tasted skin like hers and he doubted he ever would again. The round globes of her bottom jiggled beneath him. Hades couldn't resist taking a small bite, careful not to break the skin. She squealed as his sharp teeth latched onto her, then burst into laughter.
"Stop that." She swatted at him, but he easily avoided her half-hearted blow.
"A King doesn't take orders," he said. "Besides, I needed to see if you tasted as good as you smelled."
She glanced over her shoulder. "And do I?"
"Better," he said, meaning it. Hades continued his journey, this time exploring her back.
The Dark King never realized how much restraint he had until this moment. All he wanted to do was bury his nose in her moist sex and lap up her juices for hours. He longed to taste her release on his tongue, feel her clit swell beneath his teeth, and plunge into her depths. But he wouldn't. Not yet. Taylor was the type of woman meant to be savored.
He kissed her shoulder blades, then nibbled on her fragile neck, licking and sucking on the tender flesh. The tendon jumped when he touched it. Hades focused on the taut muscle, feeling it flex beneath his mouth. One bite would be all it would take. One bite would change both their destinies. He felt his incisors grow along with the urge to mark her, and quickly jerked his head away. What was he doing?
Hades stared at the small purple blemish marring the base of her pale throat and shuddered at how close he'd come to sealing their fates.
He shook his head to clear it and slowly kissed his way down Taylor's supple spine, away from temptation. "Spread your thighs for me. Your delicious scent is driving me crazy. I want to taste you. I want to bury my face in the dew, dripping from your soft curls."
Taylor reacted in an instant. Her legs parted so wide that at first he was shocked, then Hades remembered that she was a dancer. He'd researched the meaning after she'd explained what she did. He'd seen her 'dancing' in her thoughts, but for some reason he couldn't believe it, even when faced with the facts. Hades was still angry over the idea of other men staring at her naked body. He didn't think that would ever change, but looking at her now he realized her skills held a lot of possibilities.
Hades positioned his wide shoulders between Taylor's trim thighs, then leaned over and inhaled. Her glorious scent washed over him, drowning him and he didn't even try to save himself. Instead, Hades scooted forward and stuck out his tongue— his very long
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