Page 25 of Loved By Aphrodite

She let him slide from her lips, but continued to pump him with her hand. “Please, Hephaestus. I need you.”

Something in his brain short-circuited at her words, because at that moment, all he could think about was getting inside her. “Lie back,” he ordered.

Their eyes remained locked together, even as he stood up and removed his jeans and she scrambled backward to the center of the mattress. The longing that had built inside him threatened to burst, and he was surprised he didn’t expire right there. After thousands of years of dreaming of this moment, it was finally here. He had no doubt this would be better than he imagined; he only hoped it could be good for her. She was the goddess of love, after all.

“Come.” She held out her hand to him, and he had no choice but to obey, crawling over toward her. Sprawled on the bed, naked body on display, he could only focus on her gorgeous face, silvery-blue eyes, and how hard his heart thumped against hischest. He couldn’t find the words to describe how beautiful she was right this moment.

Hovering over her, he leaned down to sip from her lips, drinking her in, committing the memory to his brain for the rest of eternity. She deepened the kiss, pulling his entire body down as she parted her thighs. He pointed the tip of his cock against her slick entrance, pushing in slowly, filling her slowly until he was fully inside. They both let out a sigh of relief against each other’s mouths.

“You feel so good.” Her fingernails traced down his back, making him shiver and convulse. “Hephaestus…I’ve waited forever to have you in me.”

Fuck, he was going to come right then and there. After a few deep breaths, he gave a thrust.

“Oh!” Her eyes rolled back, and she bit her lower lip. “More.” She squeezed around him. “Don’t…hold back.”

Despite her encouragement, he moved slow at first, not for her but for him. He’d been wanting this for so long, he feared it would be over too soon. He wanted to make it last. She was, however, not making it easy. Her tight, slick walls squeezed him with each thrust, her hips lifting to meet his every time.

He changed the angle of his thrusts to better hit that spot inside her that had driven her crazy earlier. When her moans turned to needy whimpers, he kept going at it, keeping his rhythm steady until she was begging him to go harder. He did, tucking his face into her neck so he could suck at the skin behind her ear. Her body froze, then began to convulse, her pussy spasming around him as she came. He thought having her come on his fingers and mouth had been amazing, but now as she orgasmed on his cock, it sent his own pleasure into the stratosphere.

“Hephaestus. Oh, yes. Hephaestus!”

It was all over at that point. The dam holding back the lust and longing for thousands of years finally shattered, and he spilled his seed inside her. She murmured encouraging words as he reached the heights of pleasure, her pussy pulsing and milking him, sending him soaring farther. He wasn’t even sure when he was done because time had seemingly lost all meaning and his brain had stopped processing anything outside of the two of them.

Even when the sensation returned to his limbs, he couldn’t think. Thankfully, Aphrodite had the presence of mind to gently push him off and roll him onto his back. He attempted to speak, but nothing came out.

Her soft curves pressed against him, and she lay an arm over his chest. She whispered something that sounded like “sleep” and then kissed his shoulder. It seemed like a good idea at the moment, so he shifted to his side, slid an arm under to pull her to him, and crushed her to him before he closed his eyes.

Chapter 7

Hephaestus

Hephaestus woke with a start, the sharp chime of his phone cutting through the quiet room. Groaning, he reached for it blindly, his hand fumbling on the nightstand until his fingers brushed the cool metal. As he shifted back onto his pillow, his eyes fell on Aphrodite.

She lay peacefully, her hair splayed across the pillow in soft waves, her lips slightly parted. Beautiful didn’t begin to describe her, though it was the first word that always came to his mind.

He let himself stare for a moment, memories of the night before flooding back. They’d finally crossed a line they’d danced around for centuries. The way she had kissed him, touched him, trusted him—it was more than he had imagined. And it had been…perfect.

But now, in the light of morning, reality crept in. He wasn’t sure what this meant, what came next. They had fallen asleep wrapped around each other, exhaustion pulling them under, but now the questions lingered in the quiet. Was this a beginning or just a fleeting moment?

He sighed, raking a hand through his hair. Whatever it was, he wasn’t going to be the one to ruin it with overthinking.

Not yet, anyway.

His phone beeped again and he looked at it, the glow of the screen harsh in the darkness, but when he read the message, his mind sharpened instantly.

Access established. Decryption underway.

Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, he sat up, the hum of his cybernetic leg engaging as he stood. The workshop. He needed to get there now. With a flash of golden light, he reappeared in his domain, surrounded by the hum of his machines and the faint, acrid scent of molten metal and circuitry.

His gaze shot to the largest screen on the far wall, where the notification played out in real time. Streams of code, complex diagrams, and system layers unraveled before his eyes. This was what he’d been waiting for—the breakthrough he needed to crack the app and figure out what Eros had done.

A wave of pride surged through him. Aphrodite’s magic had worked perfectly, slipping past the app’s defenses, and giving him the opening he needed. Her power had always been awe-inspiring, even in its subtler forms, and he couldn’t help but admire how effortlessly she wielded it.

He should call to let her know it worked but thought it was best to let her sleep. He’d tell her when he had more concrete answers—when he could offer something more than just progress.

For now, he buried himself in the work, letting the screens and the code take all of his focus. Anything to keep his thoughts from drifting to the goddess of love.

But, of course, that was a stupid goal.

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