Page 64 of Unleash Hades
She had changed in ten years. Her cheeks weren’t as full. There were lines on the corner of her mouth. The bags were heavy and darker beneath her brown eyes, and they wrinkled in the corners from squinting too long in the hot sun. A few white streaks marked her ringlet curls, adding a shimmering depth that hadn’t been there before.
She grew more beautiful by the day. Another day survived. Another moment endured.
Another day that she was mine.
“This will not end badly.” I made the vow to her, to the Gods, if there were any, and to myself. “We have suffered enough, don’t you think?”
She laughed, as another tear fell. How many had she kept back in all this time?
“It feels wrong to laugh,” she said, her voice weak, even as she smirked.
I placed a finger under her chin and lifted her head so that she looked at me.
“It’s not wrong to see you smile.” I ran my thumb under her lower lip.
I wanted to do so much more. I wanted to be impatient, and take her now, when she was willing, and sweet in my hands. But that would only ruin my appetite. These little moments were the aperitifs to the meal I would gorge myself on soon…
There’s no greater appetizer than hunger. And I was starving.
“What do you want, Cali?” I finally asked, needing to hear the words. The words that would remove the constraints that chained me into inaction. The thing that paralyzed me from doing more - from taking thatDickdown.
I needed her to give me the signal so that I could knock down the dominos I had carefully laid out, piece by piece, into an intricate pattern that would fall over Dick Davenport’s grave.
“I…” Her voice was a whisper, as she walked her fingers up my shirt buttons, one at a time, until it reached my collar. “I want to know what you thought when you watched me.”
“Watched you… when?” I asked. “I’ve watched you on television, doing your broadcasts. I’ve seen you behind a desk in the studio. I’ve seen you at dinner–”
“When I’m in my room,” she said quickly, her fingers curling around my collar, gripping on like I would slip away.
“I’ve watched you brush your hair, put on makeup, read a book…”
“Damnit, Hugo, you know what I’m asking.”
“No, I don’t.”
I did.
But I wanted her to say it.
She swallowed, before her brave golden eyes looked up at me with a fire that I hadn’t seen in a long time. Not since I was in the desert in my Legionnaire uniform, shepherding an annoying journalist around.
“What did you think when you watched me touch myself?”
There it was. The real question.
“I thought about your scent, and your taste.” My tongue grew heavy in my mouth, as I shuddered at the intensity of memories,even as the real thing stood before me. “I thought about how my senses would ignite, if I was in that room, watching you, and tasting your arousal in the air. I imagined my mouth on your wet cunt…”
“Stop.” She blushed, flattening her hand on my chest, and pushing me away just a millimeter or two, as if that was too much for her.
I stilled. The air grew thick with tension as her tongue darted out to wet her lower lip.
“We shouldn’t.” She blinked, but her hand fisted again, curling around my shirt as if she was ready to rip it open. She wanted me. I wanted her. It was natural, and carnal. It was dark, and depraved.
And it was absolutely right.
“Why not?”
“I’m a married woman.” She said it like a question, not a statement.
