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And surrendering it was the last thing he would ever do. Except now, he was doing just that. Now, he was surrendering.

To this. To her.

He pushed a finger inside of her and watched her face contort with need. Desire.

She arched her hips against him. When he had let her go, he had tried to do it without ever putting his hands on her. She had kissed him. She had branded them both. She had undone all of his good intentions. This was her fault.

She had come back to him. This was her fault.

The consequences...

He had tried to spare her.

He had tried to spare her him, but she simply wasn’t allowing it.

And what was to be done?

He was at his end.

He had been a man cursed these last ten years. Concealed away in stone.

He had hardly been a man at all.

And now here he was with her.

Keeping one hand between her legs, pleasuring her there, he reached his other hand around behind her back and undid the zipper on her dress, moving his hand from between her thighs only to divest her of the garment.

He took off her panties. Her bra. And he looked upon the glory that was Athena.

She was golden, glorious. Her round, firm breasts had tight dusky nipples hardened into points, and they called for his touch. For his tongue.

The dark thatch of curls between her thighs made his body ache with the need to sink inside of her.

Just the sight of those glorious curves, of her womanly glory.

She was everything.

And he needed her. More than anything. More than his next breath.

He kissed down her body, sucking one nipple deep into his mouth. She gasped, crying out as she arched against him, and he gripped her hips, pressing his hardness down against her softness there and letting her feel just what she did to him. Her hands were all over him. Moving down his back, over his chest. All over his scars. But she did not stop and single them out. Did not stop and touch them.

She did not act as if they were an independent piece, something separate to him.

She touched all of him. As if every bit was Cameron.

And every bit was whole.

Only Athena could have done this. Only Athena could have waged this war and won.

She moved her hand down between them and wrapped her fingers around his shaft, squeezing him tight, slowly licking her lips as she made eye contact with him, before wiggling out from beneath him and pushing him onto his back.

“This is my fantasy. I have been thinking about this for very long time. Remember, all those long years I was kept away in a compound.”

“Yes, and you have not been there for a while. You’ve been free.”

“That’s right,” she said, rubbing her palm up and down his hardness. “I have been able to do whatever I wanted. Be whoever I wanted. I have seen the world. I have tasted freedom. And here I am. Because I wanted no other man, Cameron. And I touched no other man. I need you to know that. I need you to understand.”

“Athena...”

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