Page 44 of Blood of Olympus

I frowned in confusion. Was he hungry? Now?

“That’s my breakfast you’re playing with.” A devious smirk tugged on his lips as he released my hand and stole my breath with another hungry kiss.

My legs wrapped themselves around his middle — entirely of their own volition, of course — and lured him down to rest against my throbbing centre.

He dragged his body slowly up mine — maddeningly slowly — his rock-hard cock twitching against my needy core as we moaned in tandem. Our bodies and breaths danced together over the hard planes of his body and the softer swells of mine. The sensation was both achingly delicious and entirely not enough.

I writhed — desperate and heady with desire — as he repeatedly ground against me, capturing my lips in sweet, frenzied kisses, each more tender than the last.

His training gear still caressed his body in all the places I was desperate to. Though I wanted nothing more than to tear it off him, I didn’t want to damage them. And I didn’t want to be the reason he lost anything else.

Even still, I cursed the scrap of black fabric between us.

On second thought, the delicious friction of leather against my most delicate skin was quickly hauling me into a rapturous orgasm and I knew it wouldn’t be long before my release soaked right through his leather breeches.

His fingers wound their way through my hair as our tongues danced together; our bodies moving to the same rhythm, the crescendo building.

Then, all at once, I imploded, crying out his name as I shattered.

Caelus groaned, his eyes devouring every inch of my face as ecstasy barrelled through me.

“I thought I loved hearing the sound of my name on your lips before, but nothing can compare now that I’ve tasted it on your tongue as you fall apart.”

I huffed a bliss-filled laugh. “That’s not all my tongue can do, Golden.” My lazy smirk taunted him, even if I was currently too jelly-limbed to follow through on the promise.

“As tempting as that is, I’m afraid I’m much too selfish to find out right now.” He kissed the skin below my ear, following the curve of my neck, eliciting another breathless moan.

“No,” I murmured, knowing he intended to continue kissing down my body.

He froze.

“Don’t,” I said, more resolutely — aware that he would have undoubtedly dragged me into another torrential orgasm with little more than a swipe of his tongue.

Hurt filled my chest like a fresh wound — his hurt — as he pulled back, intending to withdraw. Before he could, I captured his face between my palms.

“Caelus,” I said. “Caelus, look at me.”

I waited the excruciating few seconds until he complied.

“I didn’t mean for you to stop.”

His brows knitted together.

“I meant…” My gaze broke away as I grappled with the words.

I meant that I needed more. That I was battling a bone-deep emptiness and it could only be satiated by the storm-wielder above me.

“Yes?” he prompted with a small smile, undoubtedly sensing my stirring embarrassment.

“I meant that I need more,” I whispered.

The words sent a shiver down his spine even as his face split into a roguish grin. “Say it,” he urged. “I need to hear you say it, Nightshade.”

Despite the lingering anxiety and the fear of imminent loss, I said it. I threw my words into the air between us, letting him decide what to make of them. “Caelus, I need you. I need all of you.”

Rejection swelled in my gut as he withdrew anyway. He rolled off the bed, leaving me naked and alone. I closed my eyes to stem the flow of tears I could already feel prickling.

But then, the bed jostled again.