She nuzzled his chest harder, wanting more than anything to disappear.
“Why do you do that?” he asked her.
“Do what?”
“Press your head to my chest?”
The crevasse in her chest grew, but with it, warmth. “It brings me comfort. Your heart is in your chest, it’s where all of our emotions begin and end. Being near yours helps to distance me from mine.”
“Mortals are strange.”
“Yes... Yes, we are. Would you like to try?” She glanced up at him, finding him staring down at her, pondering.
Cerberus shook his head. “I feel many things and most of them I don’t understand. I don’t want to distance myself from them until I understand since they all belong to you.”
Now that crack in her chest burst into a chasm.
“Oh.” Even such a simple response was almost impossible for her now.
As if it couldn’t get worse, Cerberus curled a finger around a tendril of her hair. “But perhaps later, when I do understand them, I would like to press my head to your chest.”
Cyane wiped her face to hide the growing wetness in her eyes. She wanted to give him a gift, another one, a grander one than the ringlet of her hair around his thumb.
“I have another gift for you, Cerberus, if you’d accept it?” she whispered, moving over him now to straddle his hips. She placed her hands on his shoulders and his bulge jerked between them. He’d been hard the entire time, but it didn’t seem to matter to either of them until now.
“The Day of Gifts is long over,” he said, slow enough to bolster her confidence.
But he didn’t stop her.He wants this. He’s curious.
“This has nothing to do with that. This is between you and me, like every interaction we’ve had, that we will ever have.”
“Then do not wait, mortal, give it to me,” he demanded, the hunger she now knew so well growing in his thirsty gaze.
She placed her dripping hand over his eyes. “Close your eyes.”
“If you deceive me, this will go badly for you.”
“Just close your eyes! It’s not like I can even hurt you if I tried, and I have no intention of jumping out the window and running. You’ll like this.”
He stiffened. “Then make it quick. When my eyes are closed,allof my eyes are closed.”
Cyane sighed, pursed her lips, and removed her hand from his eyes to confirm they were closed. Her gaze dipped to his slightly parted, beautifully bow-shaped lips that shouldn’t exist on any man, ever.
And they were hers. This gift was hers as well.No matter what happens.She’d own this moment.
She inhaled softly and leaned forward. She pressed her lips to his.
Cerberus’s eyes snapped open, and she shuddered, rubbing his mouth. She closed her eyes as his darkened. She didn’t want him to stop her, to question this until she was done.
Cyane moved her lips softly at first, slowly back and forth over his, until his mouth loosened to meet the softness of her own. She slid her hands up to cup his neck, the back of his head, and pressed forward, pushing her chest against his.
The aroma of the minty water was eclipsed by Cerberus's heady scent. Like everything about him, it was overwhelming, and even though she was currently tentatively in control, his scent stole her senses.
She flicked the tip of her tongue out to taste him.
And like the abyss, his mouth opened to swallow her own. Cerberus’s tongue shot out to slam against hers. The softness of the kiss fled as their tongues tangled. His hands, which now spanned across her back, slid up to hold her hard to him.
A strained moan escaped her, but he swallowed that up as well. She clutched his hair. He pressed and kneaded the muscles of her back even as the spear of his cock was trapped between them, pushing against her.
