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‘How eagerly your legs wrap around me... It’s gratifying to see that in this we’re on the same page.’
She hadn’t even been aware she’d done it. That already her fingers were exploring his bare skin, her nails raking the hair at the back of his head, her core furnace hot and ready in anticipation of his possession.
The ease with which he derailed her thoughts and emotions fired up her spirit and her temper. She gripped a luxuriant handful of hair, tightened her hand until he gave an animalistic hiss and pressed forward, imprinting his thick erection deeper against her centre until her panties and his boxers might as well have been non-existent.
‘If you don’t want to hear me out, then maybe you need to stop talking and start acting.’
Her challenge fired him up, as she’d known it would.
His fingers dug into her buttocks, his eyes growing hooded as they devoured her mouth. ‘Is that so? You’re confident you’re ready for me?’
‘I know I am. In every way,’ she stated bravely—even as her heart quaked and her instinct warned that there might not be much of her left by the time she came through this tempest.
That belief was scarily cemented when he thrust into her, powerful, hard and delicious, and had her screaming his name in under thirty seconds.
Then when it was all over, it had her clinging to him like a limpet, unable to let go as they tumbled into bed. And she fell asleep with her head on his chest, her heart singing, because this was exactly where she wanted to be.
CHAPTER SEVEN
OVER THE NEXT few days the unsettling possibility that whatever feelings she’d had for Ares in her teenage years hadn’t diminished but had possibly intensified drove Odessa on restless, long walks around Ismene.
She was quietly awed by the extent of Ares’s wealth, and the fact that, unlike her, he’d striven to fulfil his dreams, attaining impressive power and influence to boot.
As for his island—she accepted that she’d totally fallen in love with Ismene.
Where Alghero had been all vicious waves crashing onto craggy, dangerous black rocks and sheer cliff faces, Ismene had a few perilous bluffs and hairpin roads on the northernmost point, but was mostly white sandy beaches and a sea so calm and blue she suspected this was what heaven looked like.
She was sitting on one such bluff, enjoying the peaceful breeze in her hair, when her senses tingled. A moment later her husband’s shadow fell over her.
‘Odessa.’
Her head-to-toe shiver was so predictable, so damn Pavlovian, that she laughed quietly under her breath.
‘Something funny?’
His low, deep voice rumbled through her. She delayed looking up into his face, into those mesmerising eyes, for several seconds, although the compulsion soon grew unbearable.
‘Until a few seconds ago I was comparing this to heaven.’
Most likely tired of her not looking at him, Ares crouched down to her level and, like clockwork, her focus swung to him.
His eyes probed. As always.
‘And my arrival changed that view?’ he asked.
She shrugged, watched his eyes flit to her bare legs before returning to her face. ‘Well, Lucifer was once an angel, if I recall correctly.’
His mouth twitched. ‘Which am I? Devil or angel?’
‘Both? I think if any man can achieve the impossible, it’d be you.’
His head tilted the smallest fraction. ‘Explain.’
Odessa couldn’t quite account for the words that flew out of her mouth next. ‘I begged you to save me. You did. Then you turned the situation back on me.’
His eyes darkened, and then a moment later his nostrils flared. ‘You continue to give the impression that it will be a hardship for you, agapita.’
Her heart shrivelled. ‘At what point in our past did I give you the impression that I’d be okay with abandoning any child I gave birth to?’
