Ever. No questions asked.
Adonis was a paragon among men. The myths might not all be true, but that one seemed to be. Holy. Shit.
"I can sense you getting wet for me." His raspy voice sent heat through her body. Like it was completely in tuned to him now. Trained on voice command. Those fingers against her leg turned upward, strumming against her opening, slipping inside. "Mmm. The sweetest honey." He kissed her shoulder. "One way or another, I'll break this curse. When I get my dick into you, we're never getting out of bed again."
Her inner walls clenched around his fingers as his promise sent her into a fast orgasm. "Adonis!" She gasped, trying to keep her voice down. A quick glance at the door showed it was still agape from being broken. She hadn't been able to control her cries in the early morning hours. Gods, everyone in this building and the ones next door had probably heard.
"That's it," he urged her, kissing her neck. "Open for me like a budding flower." Aftershocks from the orgasm made her body tremble uncontrollably as he rubbed his thumb over her sensitive clitoris. Two of his fingers continued to pump in an out of her in a mimicry of sex. "I wish we could stay here all day."
She wished she could stay there forever. Gods, the only thing that would make it any better was if she could pleasure him in return. Sage turned her head to meet his gaze. When she licked her lips, his focus shot to them, and then he was kissing her as he had last night. Nobody kissed like Adonis. Like the only thing worth living for was tasting her lips.
There had to be a way to break Pan's curse. There had to. A door opening and closing downstairs broke them apart. Adonis' ran his fingers over her clit one last time and her body sobbed at the loss of his attentions. No matter what happened now, she'd crave his touch above all else, his kiss. He'd ruined her for others, and she couldn't be any more satisfied than she was in that moment.
"We should probably go downstairs," she said, sitting up and stretching her overly relaxed muscles.
Adonis stretched as well as if the action were contagious. "I agree, but only because if you don't put clothes on, I'm going to have my mouth on every inch of that body again, and we'll never leave."
That sounded utterly amazing. "Are you trying to give me some kind of sex version of Stockholm syndrome?"
He raised an eyebrow. "Is that working?"
"…Maybe?"
Adonis brushed his thumb over one of her nipples. "I've always tried to be a considerate lover. The curse, well…the original one, made it easier because we don't have to rest like mortal men after an orgasm."
And he wanted to give that up? The whole mad-with-lust aspect of it would be a downer, so maybe it wasn't worth it in the long run. But she couldn't stop herself from teasing him anyway. "Are you saying it's going through the motions at this point, or you like to practice?" In her experience, men who didn't enjoy giving oral sex to women simply wouldn't do it. He might have made himself on occasion if it was only to make a point. Most of the night though… And with how skilled he was at it. Yeah, he enjoyed it. Her body heated once more at the reminder of his skills. She wanted him, all of him, and she would find a way to break his curse one way or another.
"Just wait, little girl." He chuckled wickedly, clearly picturing something he wanted to do to her. "Just wait."
How intriguing. She shivered with delicious anticipation. "Promises, promises, old man."
He laughed openly, and in the daylight, she finally saw him happy for the first time. The way his eyes and very being lit up—he was so handsome. It broke her heart that he'd been brushed aside and hated by everyone who should have loved and supported him. Including Aphrodite.
Bitch.
He'd made mistakes. He owned those mistakes and obviously felt terrible about them. His regret was tangible when the subject arose. From her understanding of it, he hadn't actually gone through with the thing he'd been punished for the second time, and if she met Pan herself, she'd give him a piece of her mind about that.
When they finally made it downstairs, Adonis hesitated at the staff entrance. Sage intertwined her fingers with his and he looked at her, almost as though her action startled him. "We'll get through this. One step at a time. They let you stay the night, and that's a first step. Think about moving forward and not rehashing the past."
He nodded and then knocked on the door.
Melancton, as gorgeous and intimidating as she remembered, opened it and quickly assessed the two of them before backing up to allow them entrance. Sage shamelessly rubbernecked, expecting more…she wasn't sure…mythologically abundant dwellings? Some statues…a column or two? Yet what she found was a breakroom like any other company breakroom: chairs, a couch, a television, and a kitchen area. A few other doors were farther back in the area, probably closets or bathrooms, and the one with a sign for stairs next to it must lead to the first floor where they slept.
She wasn't disappointed; that would be dumb. Everything was…so normal.
"Is he awake?" Adonis asked, still holding her hand. The
