CHAPTER SEVEN
Charlee’sfree hand trembled as it settled on my hip. The softness of her fingertips shouldn’t have felt like a brand, yet it did. Still, it wasn’t the heat of her touch that stunned me; it was the contrasting depths of her gaze. Watching her teal eyes light up was like witnessing flames defy all logic, burning bright at the bottom of the sea amid a kingdom of coral.
Satisfaction of her voluntary compliance washed over me, making my cock throb in anticipation of what I might get from her. The submission of this goddess of desire before me was more than I could have dreamed.
Maybe there was some truth to this sash I had acquired from a hag peddling knockoffs just outside of Delphi, Greece. Each year, I visited the ancient home of oracles. Sometimes just to piss on the sacred ground, other times to embrace whatever visions the Fates chose to show me.
During last year’s trip, I had been greeted by a local woman dragging a rickety wagon behind her. Inside, she had various odds and ends, merchandise supposedly all bearing some sort of otherworldly significance. It wasn’t all a ploy to con unsuspecting tourists. There had been traces of residual power clinging to several items, Aphrodite’s sash included.
Now, seeing Charlee so willing to do as I asked? Worth all the money I had spent.
“What I want is to hear you call metheos, again. I want you to say it with a mouthful of my cock. Show me that you want to fix all the hearts you wronged, starting with mine. You want to deal in desire? Take mine.”
She hesitated just long enough to have me doubting the influence of the silk binding us together. Charlee’s gaze shifted, not to look away, but to drop to the way I strained against my pants.?
There you go,Heartspite. Try to ruin me, come play my game with me.
Shuffling closer on her knees, her fingers hooked into the waist of my pants. It didn’t take much effort for her to reveal the obscene state of my cock. Prominent veins dark and raised, the broad tip leaking with my excitement, and the length of it prepared to breach depths left untouched.
Pausing before her lips could make contact, she looked up at me through her dark lashes. “This won’t fix you.”
That elicited an irritated huff out of me. “It’llfucking fixsomething. If not? We’ll keep trying until it does.” My words carried hints of a dark promise, one that I wouldn’t dare break anytime soon.
No longer giving her the privilege of my patience, my unbound hand fisted in her hair. The strands got tangled between my fingers, another type of binding linking us together.?
The gasp that escaped her was music to my ears. I used the advantage to urge her forward, the head of my dick painting her lips with clear precum, leaving it to her to either accept me or let me continue to paint her face.
Charlee’s nails dug into the side of my ass, but the sting was soon forgotten when those pretty little lips of hers parted for me. She didn’t immediately take my cock into her mouth. Instead, she licked with deliberate slowness. The velvet of her tongue stroked along my slit, sending an unanticipated shiver down my spine. The sensation had my dick twitching like I’d never been sucked off before.
Biting back a groan, I let her set the pace for now, never releasing my hold on her fuchsia-kissed locks of hair.
Another lap at my precum slicked the crown of my cock. Every muscle in my body tensed at the sinful teasing. Those eyes of hers dared me to react, to show I could feel something beyond just the physical.
I wouldn’t—couldn’t.
Not with her, not with anybody.
Her hand trailed over my hip before those delicate fingers curled around the base of my cock. MyHeartspite’sgrasp was firm without strangling. The heat of her skin mirrored mine, both of us seeming to burn in unison.
“Ever been kissed by Cupid?” she asked in a husky murmur.
The question threw me, but not as much as when her lips stretched around my girth. Logical responses were suspiciously absent at the sensation.
Fuck. Her mouth felt like home. There wasn’t a good way to describe it, only that she sealed around me in a way that even fantasies couldn’t emulate. Her cheeks hollowed as she drew me in deeper. The drag of her tongue along each bulging vein had my flesh trembling in overwhelming pleasure.
My inhale sharply hitched, and the following exhale carried a ghost of a growl with it. If this were just Cupid’s kiss,I’dbe well on my way to blowing my load all over her face in record time.
Determined to fight the Underworld if I had toin order tomaintaincontrol, I tugged on her hair in warning. She stopped butdidn’tpull back. Peering down at her, seeing half my cock buried in her mouth made me both wish I were a blind manand alsoextremely fortunate that Iwasn’t.
“Say it,” I commanded. The words carried the edge of a well-used broadsword afterbattle, no less deadly and still capable of hitting the intended mark.
The pause between us hung heavy.
I could feel the way her mouth worked around my dick, tongue pressed against the sensitive underside of me as she considered my demand.
Then, in something too pleasurable to be called anything other than euphoric, the vibration of her muffled voice around my cock could be felt straight through to my core at the base of my spine. The incoherence of itdidn’tmatter; the two syllables of the honorific I yearned to have her call me were recognizable.
My hips jerked forward, pushing another inch of my throbbing length into her as I groaned in explicit approval.
