If she moved and took away his pleasure, he didn’t know what he’d do.
Pressure released from his cock’s head, and his mouth fell upon Cyane’s neck where her pulse raced erratically. His back arched as new sensations ricocheted through him. The pressure-pain built again, and his tongue licked her pulse.
He thrust.
The bed moved underneath them. He slipped his hands under Cyane’s shoulders and held her tightly to him. Sweat decreased the friction of his thrusting, and the need for more consumed him. He pushed in and out of the gap between her thighs with harder, quicker jerks.
The pressure in his loins grew so heavy he thought he might be losing his mind. A roar tore out of his throat, and his grip on Cyane tightened. Going mad.
Pleasure exploded through him, and he shook, the pressure dissolving suddenly into near-blissful waves. He groaned and rasped as hellfire erupted within him, his body jerking in a way he couldn’t control. On her, over her, like the thousands of couplings he’d seen from a distance.
He thrusted several more times, slipping between her wet thighs, feeling beyond warm, and instead, feeling excruciatinglyhot. The closest he’d felt like this was after battling the titans long ago, but even that paled in comparison.
His body continued to shake even after the momentous eruption left him. His breathing relaxed, and he loosened his grip on Cyane, helping her settle into the bed beneath him. Her hands fell from his body, and he rose up to take her beauty in.
She breathed heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly like his. Her eyes were wide, and he couldn’t place the emotion on her face. Surprise? He lifted further up, slipping his member from between her thighs.
“Are you hurt? Did I hurt you?” he asked.
She shook her head. Shock maybe?
Her thighs were dewy and wet and slicked with his seed. He reached up and touched his brow, feeling the dampness of sweat there as well.
His eyes lingered on the hair at the crux of her legs and then her breasts before finding her face again.
His heart raced, his cock grew hard again. He found the more he tried to figure her out, and the longer she lay beneath him, the more the feel of her skin on his acted as a trigger. He waited for her to speak, to say something, but she just continued to study him with that strange, stunned expression.
He’d experienced more pleasure than he ever had in his life, had finally understood why Hades thought Aphrodite may be the strongest god of them all, and…
She has nothing to say?
Anger filled him. “What is the matter, mortal?” Cyane had been privy to him when he was most vulnerable, and she was not pleased?
Her lips parted, and his gaze dropped to them. It made his cock twitch.
“I…” Cyane began.
“What?” he snapped.
She blushed. “You’re a virgin?” Her voice was barely audible, almost as if she was afraid to ask.
A virgin? He never considered himself anything but the son of Typhon and Echidna, brother to Chimera and Hydra, guardian of Tartarus’s gates, and ally to Hades.Virginjust didn’t fit with that. Females were virgins, not males of his ilk.
“No,” he gritted. “I only wish to be warm.”
She nodded slowly. Her legs moved against his as she rose up on her elbows.
“I make you warm?”
“I make you warm, too,” he fumed, sliding a thumb across her brow where her own sweat had gathered.
Cyane nodded again, still watching him in that strange way. “Are you warm now?”
His back was cooling down, his cock the same. Its pressure returned, its near-painful rigidity.
“No,” he growled, falling upon her again.
Cerberus grabbedher legs and spread them wide, pressing his body hard against hers, near suffocating her in the bed. This time when his cock landed, it hit her sex, sliding hard and heavily against it.
