Page 89 of Blood of Olympus

I hissed, jolting as her hand closed around it completely, her fingers just barely meeting around its width. I jolted again as she stroked downward, devouring the way she could make me move.

She did it again, this time adding an upward stroke, sinfully proud of the reaction she was causing. I knew this because I could feel it. Just as surely as she could tell how I felt through the tether that linked us.

I thought death was sharp, painful, and quick — but when she leaned in and licked the droplet beading at my tip; when she closed her lips around it, I discovered that death could be slow and endless as well.

I groaned, my hips bucking. It took every ounce of my focus to not spear the back of her throat as she took me deeper. Every muscle strained not to sink as far into her as I could go when she hummed against my length, her tongue tracing patterns along the underside.

Her mouth and hand worked in tandem to bring me to the edge of madness and desire. I knew it would be but seconds until I exploded — seconds spare to warn her.

“Nyssa, I’m going to⁠—”

She hummed again, bringing her free hand up to drag her nails lightly against my tightening balls. And it was that sensation — that last overwhelming touch — that tossed me right off the cliff.

I erupted into her mouth, and watched her swallow as more flowed from my tip, dimly horrified at how quickly she’d made me finish.

“I’m so sorry,” I spluttered.

She withdrew, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Sitting back on her heels, she raised a brow and smiled in such a self-satisfied way that it had my cock twitching into a half-hard state already.

“For what?”

“That was so— I was so— Nyssa, I⁠—”

She leaned forward slowly, crouched with one hand splayed on the floor, reminding me of a sleek feline hunting its prey. And I found myself coiling in anticipation of what she’d do next.

“You can touch me now… if you can catch me.”

Quicker than a fox, she darted from the room. I reacted without thinking — the primal side of my nature moving before I had consciously decided to pursue her.

Her glee echoed off the walls as I hunted her down the hallway. Raspberry wafted from her long, loose locks… from between her tantalising thighs.

She made it as far as her bedchamber before I pounced, vaulting us both onto the bed. Grasping her wrists on either side of her head and landing with my hips between her legs, it reminded me so much of the first time I couldn’t stop myself from touching her — in the forest of Artemis, after she’d nicked me with a dagger of her own making.

I’d been enthralled then. I didn’t have words for what I was now because nobody had thought to invent them yet. What I felt was electrifying, spellbinding — it was soul-consuming.

Her hips rolled against mine, guiding me into place atop her.

Effortlessly, my cock was notched at her entrance, with no wayward spirits to interrupt us this time.

“Say it,” I breathed, agonisingly restraining myself.

She bucked, dragging me ever-so-slightly deeper.

“Touch me,” she whispered. “Oh gods. Please,” she tried again when I did not move.

“I love you, Nyssa,” I breathed, puncturing the statement with a deep kiss. “But the only god’s name on your lips tonight will be mine.”

I pushed forward, slowly, until our hips met and I could feel her clench around me.

Furies, it was almost enough to set me off for a second time.

Our racing hearts echoed each others’ beats, our lungs danced together in a tempest of galloping breaths.

The moment she’d adjusted to me, I withdrew slightly only to slide back in. Her whimper could have sent me to my knees. Her wetness only drove my longing higher, faster, further — and before I knew it, our bodies were writhing together in furious passion.

I knew not where I ended and she began.

I only knew that I longed to live here, with her — within her — forever.