Page 36 of Loved By Aphrodite

“You make a compelling argument,” he said finally.

“Good,” she said. “Because I don’t plan on backing down.”

“Good,” he murmured, bringing her closer, this time with more certainty, more intention. Whatever this was, they were in it together now.

She felt his fingers run up her arm and peel the thin strap of her nightgown off her shoulder. His lips pressed softly on her shoulder. Then he spread featherlight kisses on her neck to the delicate spot beneath her ear. She exhaled a shaky breath, wanting so much more.

He nibbled on her ear. “You’re sure about this?” His breath sent sparks straight to her core, lighting her up.

“How many times do I have to tell you I want sex?” she managed to huff, though it was a little breathy to really come across as annoyed.

His laugh sent a ripple of goosebumps skimming across her skin. “So impatient.”

But before she could say something, he tugged at her nightgown. The silk pulled at her nipples but not giving her the friction she needed. His hands cupped her breasts, fingers circling over the aching buds before pinching them, causing her to whimper.

“Couldn’t believe I finally got to feel these in my hands. How long they tortured me,” he said into her shoulder.

She looked over at him, and he was staring at her breasts. His fingers were slowly working her, turning her insides to molten lava. “Well, how about you working in the forge shirtless, huh,” she said, squirming and feeling his hardening arousal. “All sweaty and hammering the metal into what you wanted.”

He chuckled. “Ah, that may have been intentional,” he said, kissing her shoulder. “I noticed you would come looking for Eros. Couldn’t help but put on a show.”

“What,” she laughed. “You tease.”

“Good to know it worked.”

“Ha! Yeah, it did,” she said, setting his hand between her legs.

He hissed as soon as his fingers felt the damp silk. He lightly tapped her clit and pressed on her folds until the fabric was slick and her thighs trembling. She sighed when he took his hand away, but then he waved his fingers, and her nightgown and panties slipped down her body. The silk caressed her skin, heightening the sensations already humming through her skin.

His hand was on her stomach, settling her back to his front, the curve of her ass brushing his hard cock, and this time he let out a groan. She smiled, finally getting a reaction from him.

“I think I need a show this time,” he said, gripping her thigh before hitching her leg up and out over his.

“Oh,” she whispered, seeing how completely exposed she was. “Is that what you need?” she said, trailing her fingers down his other arm. “I need you here,” she said, grasping his hand and slowly placing it between her thighs again.

She guided him to make slow circles on her clit while her other hand grasped her breast. Hephaestus’s grip on her thigh tightened, leaving no doubt that he liked what he saw.

“Keep this here,” he murmured before his knuckles grazed her folds. She ground on his hand, her soft moan urging him on.

“I’m glad…” she began but had to bite her lip. He was barely touching her, but it felt so good.

“Hmm?” he said, pressing a knuckle into her and spreading her slickness with deliberate softness.

“I’m glad this isn’t confusing, unlike everything else between us,” she said, looking at him.

He held her gaze and smiled. “This is perfect. We belong here, wrapped up in each other. We are right where we’re meant to be.”

Then he captured her lips, his lips meeting hers with a tenderness that carried both heat and devotion. He moved, and she felt his cock slot against her, each push and pull teasing her even more.

“Hephaestus,” she whined.

“I know.”

She moved, trying to notch him into her, but then he eased into her, and she leaned into him. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close while slowly moving. She felt every inch of him, and when he hit her inner wall just right, they both moaned.

Aphrodite thought he’d lose control, but he kept on with the slow fucking, each thrust hitting her right there and bringing her closer. She couldn’t quite put it into words, but everything felt undeniably right—the rugged warmth of his scent, the solid strength of his body, how he was filling her up—and she surrendered completely. Her muscles started to shake, her thighs tensed, and when he rolled her clit between his fingers, the pleasure started crashing over her.

Hephaestus’s strokes lost their smooth rhythm, and he jerked her onto him for a last plunge deep inside her. She felt his cock pulse inside her as her orgasm squeezed him. Their moansfilled the air around them, and he held her tight to him until the last tremors left their bodies. She lay back, feeling his heartbeat as they tried to catch their breath.

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