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We stare at each other for a moment, and it seems she’s as transfixed by me as I am by her. Then she eases herself upright so she can straddle me. I’m hard for the third time—which I’m pretty fucking impressed by, though I can hardly take credit for my anatomical triumph.

It’s all her.

It’s difficultnotto be hard around this woman.

She reaches across the bed for one of the anachronistic but definitely mandatory condoms and rips it open, and as she does, I admire the view of her body, arching and twisting, her breasts high and full and glorious, her skin so creamy it could make a man weep. It’s the perfect foil for her russet tresses.

She really is a beauty for the ages.

None of that compares, though, to the sight of her taking me in her hand and proudly, unapologetically, lowering herself onto me. Watching my cock disappear inside her body will never, ever get old.Feelingit is even better. And when she begins to move, it’s magic. I lie back on the pillows, delighting in the sight of her using my body, taking what she needs from it.

Athena.It’s inconceivable that she could have any other name. She’s a goddess: carnal and majestic and fierce, with a life force flowing through her veins that fills me with awe.

I push myself up to sitting, bracing on one hand so I can band the other around her.

That’s better.

‘Wrap your legs around my waist,’ I tell her. She does, and I can’t hold back my smile.

When we’re in the office, she’s on the clock.

This evening, we’ve been playing a game. A very immersive, sexy game, but a game nonetheless.

But in this moment, we are ourselves, and her beautiful breasts are smushed against my chest, and there’s a softness, an honesty, in her eyes as I close my mouth over hers that makes my heart hurt. It strikes me that for a woman like Athena, who needs walls as strong as those of this thousand-year-old castle to withstand the physical vulnerabilities she endures on a daily basis, letting a man into her emotional headspace is the bravest of acts and the greatest of gifts.

I kiss her like this, letting my hand wander over her hair and skin as our lips slide and our tongues dance and our hearts beat against each other’s chests. For her part, she cradles my face in her hands as she kisses me, her fingertips caressing my jaw, my beard, my hair.

With her hands occupied and her legs wrapped around me, she’s fully impaled on my dick, her entire body weight pressing down so hard that it feels as though I’m touching her womb. I’m throbbing, but I’m patient. My dick is itching to move, to rut, and yet my soul is at peace, far more focused on the sounds of our lips and the warmth of her breath and the impossible softness of her skin under my fingertips.

She shudders into my mouth.‘God.’

‘What is it, hmm?’

‘I was just thinking I could come like this, just barely moving. It’s ridiculous. But I’m so full of you, and the pressure is… mmm, it’s amazing. And the way you’re kissing me—I feel completely surrounded by you.’

That it’s not just me is indescribable. This feeling is the very opposite of loneliness. It’s beautiful, human connection, not just of our bodies, but of our souls.

‘See if you can come this way,’ I murmur. ‘I bet you can.’

She rolls her hips around me, and it’s music. It’s a fuckinghymn.‘Fuck, Gabe.’

‘I know, sweetheart. I feel it too. Just take your time. Feel your way to it.’

Her hands move on me, sliding through my hair, down my back, as she continues to rock, to roll her hips in the most seductive way. I’m so deep inside her, and with the absence of those desperate, animalistic thrusts from the last round I can observe and enjoy and reallyfeelevery tiny spark of magic that ignites when she moves her flesh against mine.

Everything is dialled back and amplified all at once. My two previous orgasms have stripped me of that blind hunger, allowing me the willpower to revel in every second of this build. Our hymn has begun quietly, softly, but I have no doubt it will be the most magnificentGloriawhen we finally explode.

I continue to focus on this woman in my arms, on the way her body fits around mine, on the tiny, wonderful aftershocks that cascade through my nervous system with every cant of her hips. Her sighs become throaty little moans offered up like prayers into my mouth, her rocks grow more desperate, and the heat at the base of my spine swells.

I love the intimacy of this, the quietness, everything stripped away except for us, our naked, entwined bodies the cradles for this communion of our souls. If fucking Athena in full role play mode was Easter Sunday Mass, filled with pomp and splendour, a golden, jubilant celebration, then this intimate coupling has me back at that bare Good Friday altar, where the absence of noise creates space for all that is pure and true.

It creates space for faith. For trust. For the belief in something bigger than ourselves.

Athena falls apart around me, pouring her quiet sobs into my mouth, the fluttering of her inner walls so softly intoxicating that I’m powerless to do anything but follow her over the edge.I brace myself as hard as I can on my hand and shunt up into her as her flesh engulfs me and my mind goes blessedly, euphorically blank of anything but sheer sensation.

It’s funny how the quietest moments can clear the decks, making space for new beginnings.

CHAPTER 36

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