He claimed my mouth again, swallowing my whimpers and sighs as he lifted my weight with ease, his fingers digging into my fleshy backside. When one wandering palm moved between us, I tore my mouth from his and arched back. The water and his other hand kept me afloat as his fingers mimicked how we were meant to fit together.
His heated gaze held mine until my eyes closed on their own. I could only feel the wonder of his touch and my need for more. I moved against him with growing eagerness.
“Yes,” he breathed.
His mouth closed over one peak, and that blissful state rose higher until he scraped me with his teeth.
I shattered with a strangled cry. Hades mumbled something, and in the next second, I was lying on my back beside the pool with my feet still in the water. My legs were over Hades' shoulders.
“Again,” he growled before kissing me where his fingers had been.
I closed my eyes, willing to let him take me to that place again.
My hand drifted to his hair, but rather than wet strands, I touched horns. I lifted my head to look at Hades and struggled to breathe at what I saw. It wasn’t the horns or the red skin. It was the absolute hunger when he looked up at me without stopping his kiss that had me gripping a horn in each hand and groaning.
“I won’t hurt you,” he mumbled against me.
It took several seconds for the words he said to register.
“Yes,” I panted instead of “I know.”
I didn’t want to think enough to reassure him that everything was all right. I just wanted to feel. His mouth. His tongue. His hand that was teasing my core again.
Lifting my hips, I pressed against him.
“More.”
“Temptress. So beautiful. No. Wait. Patience. I will only give joy, not pain.”
“Shh,” I said, grabbing his horns more forcefully.
He groaned, the vibrations setting off a groan of my own in response. His finger did something insane, and I managed half a strangled cry of rapture before I passed out.
* * *
A hand tapped my cheek.
“Not to be a pain in your ass, sleeping beauty, but where’s Hades?”
I blinked Megan’s face into focus, remembered what Hades and I had been doing before I passed out, and bolted upright.
“Whoa. Easy. You’re okay. Bad dream?” she asked as I looked down at myself with wild eyes.
I was fully dressed and lying in bed, not lounging naked beside my new bathing pool.
According to the bedside clock, a little over an hour had passed since Hades and I had returned home alone. My gaze drifted to the empty spot beside me.
“He’s not here?” I asked.
“Nope. I came in with Zotera. We found you sleeping here and checked the rest of the house for him. Nice spa room you have, by the way. Moderately jealous.”
My face flushed, and her grin widened.
“And now I know why the pool’s so big.”
“Can I add a pool to my room?” Zotera asked from the doorway.
“Sure,” I said. “How’s Eugene?”
