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“Thank you.” She sat up, her back against a pile of pillows.
I handed her the mug and climbed onto the bed with her. I pulled her against me, wrapping my arms around her while she sipped her coffee. Having her against me, her warm body on mine, finally made me feel she was safe. When I pressed her closer, I felt like I could protect her from everything in the world trying to hurt her.
It was an illusion, which drove me crazy as a god. I was invincible, immortal, and nothing had ever happened that I could say had broken me. But losing Elyse was a different story. I didn’t know if I’d be able to survive that.
Thinking about an eternity without her made me feel like death itself.
I pushed the thoughts away. Yes, Elyse was mortal, but in some ways she really wasn’t, and I’d focus on what we had now. Hopefully, Heracles would make a breakthrough with Zeus soon. And the moment that happened, everything would go the way that it ought to be again.
“What are you thinking about?” she asked, twisting her head to face me.
“Nothing important,” I lied, but I couldn’t share my dark thoughts and scare her.
“You’re worried.”
I nodded. “Just because I care so much about you. But we’re going to get through this, I promise. And one day, we’ll look back and won’t believe how serious the whole situation felt because it will look so small.”
Elyse smiled. “God, that would be nice.”
I ran my fingertips down her cheek, and she turned to look at me. Her lips were perfect, her dark eyes liquid and deep. I stroked her cheek with the back of my fingers and closed the distance between us, pressing my lips against hers.
She kissed me back, starting off slow and sensual. But it only took a moment before the tension grew and something sparked between us, the kiss turning into something desperate.
Whatever Elyse needed from me, I’d give it to her. Right now, my sole intent was to make sure she had everything she needed. I collected the mug from her hand and set it on the bedside table, still holding her kiss.
She opened her mouth, and I pressed my tongue between her lips. I kissed her, tasting her in lazy circles. Her free hand slid onto my chest, grabbing my collared shirt and fumbling with one of the top buttons until she found my skin. Her hands were icy, but her touch cooled down the heat flushing through me.
I pushed my hand into her hair—she’d undone her long braid. Her eyes were closed, and she made a small sound at the back of her throat that made my dick punch up against my jeans, straining and eager.
Fuck, I wanted her. I always craved her, even when we were getting into serious conversations, or laughing about trivial things, like when I’d take her for a ride in my chariot again.
She slowly unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it open. She ran her hands over my chest and down my abs, tracing every line of muscle. Her palms were small, but she worked magic with them. I shivered at her touch. When her fingers traced the line just above my jeans, my breath caught in my throat. She fiddled with my buckle for a moment, undoing it with skill before she tugged the zipper down.
My cock was rock hard and spilling out of my pants now she’d opened the fly. She smiled when she glanced down.
“What?” I asked, my voice hoarse.
“Nothing,” Elyse whispered, wrapping her fingers around my dick.
I groaned, my cock twitching in her hands. I could smell her arousal, the sweet scent pulling at a very carnal part of my being.
I tugged at her tank top, pushing it up. She lifted her arms for me, letting go of my dick so that I could raise the shirt over her head, leaving her in her sports bra. She reached behind her and undid the clasps but left it sitting over her perfect breasts. Sports bras were a bitch to get off.
“This is so not sexy,” she said. “Injuries and sports clothing.”
I chuckled. “It’s what you always wear.”
“That makes it even worse.” She stuck her tongue out at me, and I smiled.
I took a gentle hold of her chin. “It’s coming off anyway. I don’t care what you wear.” I kissed her, pressing my lips hard against hers, and she sighed into my mouth. My dick throbbed in my pants, and I slid my hand down her neck and onto her chest, cupping her breast. The sports bra had no padding like other bras women liked to wear and I could feel her erect nipples through the material. She moaned when I rubbed my thumb over her nipple. She was tiny, my fingers wrapping around her ribs with ease.
“You’re so beautiful,” I said, looking her in the eyes. “And hot.” I sounded like an idiot when we did this. I always lost my command over words when I was with her, when she had her hands on my body and I was touching her.
I kissed her again, once on the lips, before I let go of her and pulled her pants down. I shrugged out of the shirt already falling off my shoulders and helped Elyse out of her tight workout pants before she reached for my jeans and pulled them down. She flipped my boxers down and my dick was out in the open. She stared at it for a second before working my pants down the rest of the way so twe were both naked.
Whenever I spent time around Elyse, I treated her like a queen. She was everything to me and had become so very quickly. But when we shared the bedroom, everything changed. It became more primal, and I loved that about her, that we had different ways of being around each other.
I crawled over her and her legs fell open for me. Sometimes, I wanted to lick and taste her all over first. Or I wanted her to do the same for me. But today it wasn’t about that. Today, I wanted her right away. All of her. I wanted to be sure she was okay, to remind myself what we were to each other. I needed that connection between us to be strengthened.
