Page 34 of Sweet Obsession

My mouth works, but no sound comes out. I swallow hard. “Can we talk about this later?”

“No.” His tone goes hard. “Answer the question, Poseidon.”

I desperately don’t want to. There’s no escaping him, his touch, his gaze, his dominance. Even as I look up to the ceiling, I can feel him. “I know who I am—what I am. I know that you hate me, even if you desire me. I asked for honesty.”

“Look at me.”

I’m helpless to do anything but obey. The cruelty on his face is gone, replaced by something I have no name for. It’s intense, though. Icarus sits back on his heels but doesn’t release me. “I promised you honesty in the bedroom, and I’m being honest when I compliment you.”

“Icarus—”

“No, you’re going to listen.” It should be absurd to have thisconversation with him on his knees and my cock out. Somehow, it’s not. He tugs my underwear down a few inches, and then a few more. “You’re so fucking sexy, it drives me to distraction. I like your combination of strong and soft. Your freckles make me wild. And…” He leans forward and drags his tongue up the length of my cock. “I can’t get enough of your taste.” Icarus looks up at me, his deep-brown eyes luminous. “I can’t wait to eat you right up.”

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Icarus

I thought I’d experienced something resembling power while playing bedroom games with Aeaea’s most influential people. It’s nothing compared to the feeling filling me now, with Poseidon standing over me, his heart in his amber eyes. Little tremors work their way through his body. I need to get him on his back soon, before he collapses.

I wish I had a whole dungeon’s worth of toys to use on him. I want silk sheets, enough lube to drown in, and nothing but time. I don’t have any of it.

Speaking of… “Do you have lube and condoms here?”

He swallows visibly. “Yes. Nightstand.”

I stroke my thumb up the underside of his cock. “If I tell you to get ready for me, do you know what I’m asking?”

Another of those surprisingly sweet swallows. He’s so nervous, I’d think he was a virgin if I didn’t know any better. But he essentially is, isn’t he? He’s never hadmebefore. Never played games of pain and kink. The realization kindles something hot and fierce in my chest. I don’t understand it, so I tuck the feeling away to examine later.

“I know what you mean.”

I push to my feet, my knees creaking a little. The carpet is thin in the apartment, the floor probably concrete beneath it. Definitely not made for kneeling for any length of time—something to keep in mind for Poseidon. He doesn’t move as I lean in and capture his bottom lip between my teeth. I bite down, drinking in his groan of pleasure. It’s all too tempting to keep going, to kiss him and drag him to bed, to forget what I promised him and revert back to my default as a selfish lover.

It’s strange that I don’t want to. I kiss him quickly and make myself step back. “Good. Go handle that.”

He seems a little dazed as he turns toward the bathroom, wobbling a little with each step. I lick my lips at his bubble ass. We’re racing the sun—we might have all night, but sunrise will come too soon. I don’t move until the bathroom door closes.

Only then do I exhale and drag a shaky hand through my hair. I’m somewhat limited on what I can accomplish for him without toys, but all that does is allow for delicious inventiveness. I pace from one side of the room to the other three times before I realize what’s driving the frenetic movement.

Nerves. I’m fuckingnervous.

Last night was different. There was no time to worry that I might do something wrong, that I might disappoint him somehow. But for all that it was absolutely a full scene, it was a short one. Tonight, he’s looking for something more involved.I’mlooking to give it to him.

I turn and study the bed. It has a simple headboard that looks a little too much like I imagine a jail cell would look—metal, squareframe. I’ll make it work. I don’t have anything safe to bind him with, so I’ll make him bind himself. That’s a fun little head fuck.

As for the rest, I’ll play it by ear and adjust accordingly.

My stomach flutters. I ignore it. Poseidon has nothing to compare this to. I just need to get him off harder than he’s ever come before. Easy. Sure. I veer around to pull the bottle of lube and the box of condoms—both unopened—from the nightstand.

The bathroom door eases open and Poseidon steps back into the room. His entire body is flushed a cute pink that makes me want to redden his ass even further. He actually shuffles his feet. “I’m, ah, I’m good.”

My heart lodges in my throat. It’s tight and hot and I can barely speak past it. “Come here.”

He pads across the room to me. With each of his long strides, my nerves settle even further. How could I possibly fuck this up when I havehimin my bed? I press my hand to the center of his chest, stopping him before he makes contact.

Instantly, he goes still. The sensation of power fills me once more. It only grows as I back him to the bed and urge him to sit on it. He’s completely unresisting, his gaze intense on my face. Anticipating my next order, verbal or otherwise.

There’s a calculated way to go about things, but all my plans fly right out the window as I step between his thick thighs. I pull my shirt over my head and toss it to the side. My pants need to stay on for now, a reminder to go at a proper pace. I straddle him and smother the surprised sound he makes with my mouth. Fuck, he really does taste good. The best thing I’ve ever had on my tongue.

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