Her acceptance came in the form of a smile.
Chapter Six
Two weeks later
She’d grown to love him. The knowledge gave her pause in the garden as she walked among the burgeoning flowers and fresh new grass. How could it have happened so soon? Could she be sure what she felt was really love?
Tipping her face to the heat of the sun, she closed her eyes. When she was with him, she never wanted to leave, and when he was apart from her, she wondered when he would return. Always thinking about him. Always wanting him.
And when she whispered his name aloud, he was there, standing right behind her.
“Hello,” he murmured in her ear. “Are you feeling better?” His arms curled around her waist, and she leaned back against his chest.
“A little. It is beautiful out here.” His embrace did much more than comfort her; it solidified her belief in her heart. The love she felt for him enhanced each touch, each brush of his lips against her skin.
He turned her in his arms. “Will you stay, Amy?”
“Yes.” It never occurred to her to say anything else.
Cupping the back of her head, he lowered his own. The kiss captivated her and while he held her in his thrall, he drew her closer, the thickness of his erection pushing against her thigh.
The wind began to stir, blowing the scent of jasmine into the air. A sumptuous bed of rose petals layered the ground as Hephaestus brought her down. She reached for him, but he lowered her hands.
“Not yet, baby. This time, I want to love you with more than just the part of me that makes me a man.”
Tingles of anticipation skated up her spine and she squirmed atop the silky mattress. Hephaestus touched the tip of his fingers to the pulse point in her neck before slowly gliding it down the length of her body. As he worked, her clothes fell away, leaving her naked and vulnerable. And hot.
Her thighs fell open, inviting and wanton. Hephaestus chuckled low in his throat and kissed the skin just over the top of her belly button. And lower. Much lower. His hot breath bathed her mons and Amy’s hands clenched amid the rose petals.
“So beautiful,” he whispered, using his fingers to part the lips of her pussy. “So pink.” Dipping his head, he gave an experimental lick. “And so sweet.”
Amy’s breath stalled in her throat. She’d died and gone to the Elysian Fields.
His tongue swirled around her clit and the muscles in her thighs jumped. He made animal noises in the back of his throat, lifting her legs to push her knees up against her chest to feed his voracious appetite.
“By the gods, you taste like ambrosia.”
A scream seized her vocal cords as his tongue dived into her slick channel, teasing and stroking, whipping her muscles into a frenzy. He returned his attention to her clit, increasing the pressure, and the sensations were more than she could take.
The orgasm started slow, building and building until the scream erupted, and her body bucked of its own volition. Thrashing and whimpering, Amy clutched at the silky length of Hephaestus’ hair. But his tongue kept up its pace, refusing to release her until the second release tore through her, bowing her back off the ground.
Weak and replete, her hands fell to the side of her body, her head turned to one side. Damp with perspiration, her hair clung to her face.
“Amy. My sweet, beautiful Amy.” Hephaestus climbed up her body to lie beside her, his hand resting on her stomach. “You will stay here with me and together, we will build a life.” He caressed her hair, her face as if he couldn’t get enough of touching her.
Amy murmured her reply against his chest. “What you’re saying sounds permanent.”
His fingers slipped low over her abdomen, into the damp curls between her legs. “You have worked your way into my heart, and I never want you to leave.” He flicked her clit.
“Isn’t there some law against falling into love with a mortal?” Amy gasped, lifting her hips to invite further invasion of his questing digit.
“Perhaps, but I’ve never been one to play by the rules.”
“So you’re not concerned about the consequences with the other gods?”
Hephaestus lifted his head to fix her with a mock-stern look. “No, I’m not, and the only god you should be concerned about is the one in your arms.”
Her hand cupped his hard cock straining against the rawhide pants. “I believe I can handle this one.”
“Bless the fates.”
BIO
Rachel is the published author of contemporary, fantasy and paranormal romances with small yet vibrant presses. She works full-time as a paralegal and is also the editor for a Publisher.
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