Page 97 of All for her Forgiveness

"Enough talking. We've done that for too long. There's still a lot to be said, but now I want you. We both missed details of what happened the one time I had you. Our memories are fuzzy and only pieced together through that video we watched, but tomorrow, when the day dawns, we will both know who we belong to, Kennedy. I will never let you forget this again.”

"How about you?"

"I never forgot that I am yours, no matter how much I thought the memories of our night together were dreams."

Kennedy

I will never be able to stop reacting to him.

The thought invades my confused brain like a bomb exploding, but this time, instead of fighting what I feel, I let all the barriers fall.

I touch his face, looking at the beautiful man here with me. After getting rid of my blouse, Hades starts to unzip my skirt, but he stops when he notices that I'm staring at him.

His hair is messier than ever, free and wild like himself. Drops of water run off his manly face, and he watches me as I run my nails lightly over his chest.

"I don't want to want you, but I can't stop myself."

"I love you, Kennedy. Forgive me, and I will never stop proving that to you for the rest of our lives."

"I don't know if I can do it, but I wanna try."

Hades

I hold her by the back of her head, and she gasps when my fingers touch her delicate neck.

I lower my face to kiss her again, and this time, I do it without rushing.

Our hearts, I'm sure, beat in unison, and our eyes never let each other go. I kiss her entire face; every piece of Kennedy is precious to me.

I turn off the shower, bend down, remove her sandals, and pull down her panties. "Get rid of the bra."

I look up, and Kennedy follows my every move, the blue gemstones brighter than ever as she slowly obeys my request.

With both hands, I spread her thighs and bury my face between them. I kiss the exact point where they meet her pussy, biting lightly on the sensitive flesh.

Kennedy moans softly and touches my hair.

"Mine." I let out the warning, like a growl, before plunging my tongue into the sweetness of her sex. My hands keep her trapped by her ass, leaving her vulnerable to my desire.

Time seems frozen as I get drunk on her taste. Kennedy is an addiction I will never want to be cured of.

Her rapid breathing evokes a sense of urgency that drives me completely crazy.

My hands slide down her lower back, squeezing her ass as I eat her, one leg now over my shoulder, torturing us both, because even when I make her come for the first time, I don't stop. It's not enough.

Kennedy wants me to fill her as much as I want to lose myself inside the hot, tight walls of her body.

After she gives me another orgasm, I finally get up and pick her up, but as I walk her to the bed, I continue taking her mouth, letting her taste on my lips how delicious she is.

I set her on her feet. I don't lay her on the bed, because I need to look at her.

I don't want her to surrender because of lust alone; I want her to be sure of what she wants.

I move away, my eyes running from her delicate feet, her thighs, her delicious pussy, her rounded hips, the womb in which my son was sheltered and where I intend to place many other babies, the breasts with pointed nipples, the neck that is already red with the mark of a bite, and finally, I arrive at the face I never forgot.

"You're all mine," I say defiantly, ready for a fight, but she turns the game on its head.

"Prove to me that’s true. Love me so hard that I will never want to leave. Fill my heart with love, drive away the hurt, and I will be yours forever, Hades."

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