Or maybe he wouldn’t tell her after all. He remained in that position, not moving, as he ran his knuckles up and down her thigh, feeling and searching. Satisfied that there were no more knots of tension that might block the medication from working its way into the injured tissues, he then turned his full attention to the owner of the leg.
“I’m done with your injury, miss,” he mocked her, knowing it would infuriate her to point out her helplessness. “Is there any other place where you need my attention?”
“You can…go to hell,” she told him.
He laughed. “But I’m in hell,” he told her, smiling. “You mean, you want me out of hell.”
“Stop teasing me, Hades,” she said, her voice low and smoky. “Either move or take it out. Something. You’re…I can’t take this anymore.”
A voice like that could make a man come. Maybe it was good that he didn’t hear her real voice that much. But having had her, it would be hard to not come back and taste her again. Either way, he meant to have his fill tonight.
Silently, he answered her plea. Her breathing became small gasps as his thrusts grew longer and harder. Faster. He felt his blood heating up, rushing through him as he sank deeper and deeper. All her heat absorbing all of his, taking his passion inside her and giving him hers.
Afterwards, he laid his face against her heaving breasts, breathing in her scent. His tongue darted out, lazily licking one of those mounds. Sweet and spicy Elena. He was not ready to leave her.
“I still can’t move,” she said and he smiled at the satiated drawl.
“That’s because this session isn’t over yet,” he told her, kissing his way down her flat stomach. Sweet. Spicy. Tangy.
He cupped the sexy cheeks of her ass and concentrated on taking care of business. He smiled wickedly as the woman in his care hiccupped his name and called him all sorts of other names. He ignored them and her expletives became moans.
He could come to enjoy doing this a lot.
Soft and warm. Pleasant. Helen stretched, turning over with a soft, satiated hum. She burrowed deeper into her pillow.
She wanted to sleep the day away. What a wonderful night of…She came fully awake.
“Fuck!” she cursed out loud as she scrambled to a sitting position, looking around wildly.
Of course she was alone. It had been a dream. Her freaking weird mood yesterday had caused—she caught sight of her torn T-shirt lying on the floor.
“Fuck!” she said again. She looked under the covers, then flopped onto her back, staring up at the ceiling.
She didn’t know what to think. Last night. Oh, my. Last night.
Hades had been here and he had—she closed her eyes at the thought of everything he’d done to her last night. And she was shocked at herself. She had liked the things he’d done. More than liked.
She should be mad. The man had taken advantage of her. She had been fighting that sensitivity all those hours and he’d appeared and…Her face burned from the memory of how intimate they had been.
She looked up and caught sight of the red blinking light of the camera. Her chin automatically went up. Was he watching? Of course he was.
“Pervert,” she called out, trying to summon up some anger. She couldn’t. Apparently, total relaxation wasn’t conducive to anger. She sighed reluctantly. And a good night of hot, mind-blowing sex with a faceless man.
She rubbed her eyes with the heel of her hands, wondering how she was going to face a debriefing session today with these memories playing havoc with her mind. What was wrong with her? The thought of someone drugging her like that and doing the things he did should put her in a rage. But she had wanted Hades, had—she growled in disgust—begged for him to continue. Had said yes, yes, yes.
She looked at the blinking camera again. “It was under duress,” she yelled out. She wouldn’t have said yes if he hadn’t…That brought back another host of memories of what he had actually done to make her say “yes, yes, yes,” and she didn’t want to go there.
Touching her ears, she realized that her earbuds weren’t in. She turned. They were by the brain entrainment machine, which was off. She frowned. She really had fallen asleep like a log.
Determinedly, she slid out of bed, not caring that she was naked. He’d obviously seen her like that before, so why was she blushing like a virgin, dammit?Because he’d touched and kissed her everywhere last night. Because she couldn’t forget where his mouth and hands had been.
She was not going to let him have the satisfaction of seeing how much she remembered. She halted midway to the restroom and looked down curiously at her leg. She had been walking very quickly; she wasn’t limping or feeling any pain. There was a huge bruise starting to show up the whole side of her leg but—she turned it one way, then another—only slight discomfort. No pain.
In the bathroom, she looked at her reflection and made a face. She touched her neck and shivered at the memory of teeth biting her. The sensitivity—it was still there, but not edgy like before.
She quickly washed up and pulled a towel around her before stepping back into the room. Someone would be coming up here to check on her soon and she had a feeling the room would betray the previous night’s activities. She groaned. She hadn’t been exactly quiet during the whole thing either. God.
Her bed looked innocent enough, one indentation on the pillow, the sheets a little rumpled. Easy to explain. She hadn’t been able to move, that’s why! She could feel her cheeks heating up again as she stared at the bed, as she pictured herself lying there in the dark. Helpless. Totally in his power. He had applied something on her, turning everything into a world of sensations—the heat, the soft caresses, his tongue. Oh, my God, his tongue. Had she really lain there for hours and let him explore her so intimately like that?
