old. It was a knowing she’d felt deep in her heart and soul. Truthfully, she hadn’t expected to survive the battle with Hades, so she’d gotten a reprieve of sorts. Just when she’d relaxed and started to believe maybe everything would be okay, Hades had struck.
There would be no happy ending for her.
But Mordecai could make her passing easier by giving her what she wanted. She hated how he saw himself. No one was harder on him than he was. The other warriors were slowly getting past what he’d done, even beginning to understanding it. But he wasn’t ready to take the overtures of peace they offered. He didn’t even see them, he was so caught up in his guilt.
Right now, she wasn’t certain if he was going to walk away from her or give in to the passion that simmered whenever they were in the same room together. She’d tried being just friends, but she wanted much more than that.
She pulled him closer. “Kiss me.”
She felt the tension running through his big body, the slight resistance as she eased him closer. Then he groaned and touched his mouth to hers. His lips were soft and warm. It was all she could do to keep from giving a cheer and a fist pump of victory. She had him now and wasn’t letting him go.
Maybe it wasn’t fair to him. After all, she was dying and he was immortal. But they both needed the healing that making love would bring them. Mordecai needed to understand his worth, that he’d done his best and done the right thing in the end. She needed to feel the heat of passion rushing through her veins, to understand what had been missing in her previous relationships.
She loved Mordecai. It had happened so suddenly and so completely that she’d worried about it at first. Was it a trick of Hades? A way of torturing her? Maybe it was, but it was also a gift. Sharing her body, her love with Mordecai was a way of healing them both from old wounds.
Mordecai moved his lips over hers, traced his tongue between them before dipping inside to taste. She tugged on him, wanting him on top so she could feel his weight blanketing her.
He was too strong for her to move. His muscular arms were braced on either side of her, veins prominent, muscles taut with the effort it was taking him to keep his distance.
He touched his tongue to hers, stroking it, twining with it. He tasted hot and male with a tinge of coffee. Of all the immortal males, he was the only one who’d developed an appreciation for that particular beverage. Not surprising since he’d had years to cultivate a taste for it when he’d been traveling the human realm on Hades’ business.
She cupped the back of his head, not wanting him to ever stop. Her toes curled and her skin tingled. In spite of the mark draining her, she felt a surge of energy within her. Was there anything more life-affirming than making love with the man she loved? She knew the effects were only temporary, but that was okay. She’d take whatever she could get and be grateful for it.
“Jessica.” He pulled away from her, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he sucked air into his lungs. She was no better. Totally breathless, all she could do was stare up at him in wonder. His kisses were better than most men’s lovemaking.
He shook his head, not saying anything more than her name. But there was so much emotion in that one word. She heard all his doubts as well as a tinge of hope.
She stroked a hand across his chest. “Take off your shirt.”
He shuddered and then grabbed two handfuls of material, yanked the garment from his body and tossed it aside. Jessica licked her lips when his bare skin was exposed. His chest was broad and muscular with just a sprinkling of dark hair in the center that dissipated as it traveled down his abs of steel. Just looking at him made her pussy wet.
She reached for him, but he caught her hands in one of his and shook his head. “No, you relax and let me take care of everything.” He tenderly pushed her hands over her head.
He
There would be no happy ending for her.
But Mordecai could make her passing easier by giving her what she wanted. She hated how he saw himself. No one was harder on him than he was. The other warriors were slowly getting past what he’d done, even beginning to understanding it. But he wasn’t ready to take the overtures of peace they offered. He didn’t even see them, he was so caught up in his guilt.
Right now, she wasn’t certain if he was going to walk away from her or give in to the passion that simmered whenever they were in the same room together. She’d tried being just friends, but she wanted much more than that.
She pulled him closer. “Kiss me.”
She felt the tension running through his big body, the slight resistance as she eased him closer. Then he groaned and touched his mouth to hers. His lips were soft and warm. It was all she could do to keep from giving a cheer and a fist pump of victory. She had him now and wasn’t letting him go.
Maybe it wasn’t fair to him. After all, she was dying and he was immortal. But they both needed the healing that making love would bring them. Mordecai needed to understand his worth, that he’d done his best and done the right thing in the end. She needed to feel the heat of passion rushing through her veins, to understand what had been missing in her previous relationships.
She loved Mordecai. It had happened so suddenly and so completely that she’d worried about it at first. Was it a trick of Hades? A way of torturing her? Maybe it was, but it was also a gift. Sharing her body, her love with Mordecai was a way of healing them both from old wounds.
Mordecai moved his lips over hers, traced his tongue between them before dipping inside to taste. She tugged on him, wanting him on top so she could feel his weight blanketing her.
He was too strong for her to move. His muscular arms were braced on either side of her, veins prominent, muscles taut with the effort it was taking him to keep his distance.
He touched his tongue to hers, stroking it, twining with it. He tasted hot and male with a tinge of coffee. Of all the immortal males, he was the only one who’d developed an appreciation for that particular beverage. Not surprising since he’d had years to cultivate a taste for it when he’d been traveling the human realm on Hades’ business.
She cupped the back of his head, not wanting him to ever stop. Her toes curled and her skin tingled. In spite of the mark draining her, she felt a surge of energy within her. Was there anything more life-affirming than making love with the man she loved? She knew the effects were only temporary, but that was okay. She’d take whatever she could get and be grateful for it.
“Jessica.” He pulled away from her, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he sucked air into his lungs. She was no better. Totally breathless, all she could do was stare up at him in wonder. His kisses were better than most men’s lovemaking.
He shook his head, not saying anything more than her name. But there was so much emotion in that one word. She heard all his doubts as well as a tinge of hope.
She stroked a hand across his chest. “Take off your shirt.”
He shuddered and then grabbed two handfuls of material, yanked the garment from his body and tossed it aside. Jessica licked her lips when his bare skin was exposed. His chest was broad and muscular with just a sprinkling of dark hair in the center that dissipated as it traveled down his abs of steel. Just looking at him made her pussy wet.
She reached for him, but he caught her hands in one of his and shook his head. “No, you relax and let me take care of everything.” He tenderly pushed her hands over her head.
He
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