She doesn’t make me wait long.
Her back bows and she nearly dislodges my grip on her wrist as she orgasms. I don’t break stride. I drop down onto her, rutting away even as unforgivable words spill out of me. Needing to reassure her with my body in a way she’ll never allow me to reassure her with my words alone. “Do you feel that, Psyche? I’m the one who makes you feel that way. I’ll do it again, whenever you need me. Again and again and again.” Forever.
At least I keep the last bit internal. Barely.
I come hard, grinding into her as I milk every last bit of pleasure. Too good. It’s too damn good with this woman. It’s never been like this with anyone else—man, woman, nonbinary. I’ve had partners aplenty and it’s always been fun and mutually satisfactory. I’ve never had a problem keeping my leash in place.
Sex is great. It’s always been great. But with Psyche, it feels like the axis of my world has shifted. I don’t like it. If I were smarter, I’d call this whole thing off and ship this woman out of Olympus. Triton is someone who knows how to pull that off. He owes me a few favors, and I’d have to call in every single one of them in order to book passage. It’s not an easy ask, but it’s the best way to ensure Psyche’s safety and get her as far away from me as possible.
If she stays here, stays with me, I can’t shake the feeling that I’ll smother her kind heart in a way she’ll never recover from.
But as she stretches next to me and makes a little contented noise, I already know I’m not going to send her away. I’m too fucking selfish.
Psyche is mine.
She just doesn’t know it yet.
I manage to drag myself off her long enough to dispose of the condom. I make it quick because I’m not about to leave this bed before we absolutely have to. Thankfully, I fucked Psyche damn near comatose. She rolls slowly to face me as I climb back into bed. “I have a question.”
Okay, she’s not comatose. I barely manage to resist the urge to kiss her and derail whatever her question is. The truth is that I kind of want to know. “Yes?”
Her gaze trails down my chest before she drags it back to my face. “Is it always like this with you?”
I relax down next to her. “Is what always like this?” I know exactly what she’s asking, but I want to hear her say it, to put voice to something I’m barely ready to admit to myself.
We’re spinning out and in the depths together.
“Don’t play coy, Eros. It doesn’t suit you.” Her lips quirk, which only serves to remind me what they were doing not too long ago. “This. Sex. Is it always like this with you?”
“I’m going to need you to be more specific.”
“No, you aren’t. You’re just fishing for compliments.” She reaches out as if she can’t quite help herself and tugs on one of my curls. Finally, she says, “Is it always so intense? So…overwhelming?”
No. It’s never like this. “You’re saying sex hasn’t been like this before for you?”
She looks away and I allow it. I’m feeling pretty fucking vulnerable all of a sudden, too. Psyche shakes her head. “No, it’s not like this with other people. It hasn’t been bad or anything, just different.”
A part of me wants to shy away from admitting it’s the same for me, but the larger part wants to use this knowledge to bind us together even tighter. I press one finger to her chin, guiding her face back to me. “It hasn’t been like this for me, either.”
“Don’t lie to me.”
“I won’t. I promise. We lie to other people, but not to each other. Not going forward.” I hesitate, but the vulnerability in her eyes draws forth the truth. “I seduce, Psyche. I’m actually quite good at it when I’m so inclined. I never lose control enough to be overwhelming. Not with anyone but you.”
“Oh.”
I give her a mock frown. “Oh? That’s all you have to say?”
She trails her fingers up my arm and back down again. “Eros?”
“Yeah?”
“We haven’t left the bed yet.”
I grin and press her back against the mattress. “We sure as fuck haven’t.”
20
Psyche
I’ve never been a reckless woman. I’ve bent over backward to ensure that I could anticipate any outcome, could be several steps ahead of any opponents. As a daughter of Demeter, carelessness has consequences and so I’ve avoided it.
Until now.