"Yes, Bryce, you can," she answered, and that's all he needed to hear. That's all he wanted to hear.
He needed Hera too damn much that it was almost like a drug, a fever, an addiction. He should've known that one taste of her would never be enough to calm his raging desires for her. All through the weekend at the convent, he had thought of only one thing, HER.
He wanted so badly to be with her, to sit beside her and lie down next to her if possible. It was like he would lose his mind the next minute if he didn't. He tried to curb his feelings, but that was the hardest task he had ever done in his entire life. Staying away from her. He knew just how much he had missed her. It was enough to make a man go insane. To ruin someone to the blank point of utter madness. He was a goner for this woman, and it was painfully inevitable at this moment.
He swallowed tightly, his eyes trailing her soft pink lips. Full, rosy and plump. So kissable and utterly suckable.
"Hell..." he growled in defeat and dived for those sexy pouty lips that stared right back at him provocatively, and sadly, that was the only warning Hera got. A slow smile teased his mouth before he crushed their lips together. She instinctively grabbed and fisted his hair tight as he drank from her lips over and over again.
She released his hair, ran her palms down the sleek brawn and sinew of his naked chest, then cupped hard to steady herself due to the pressure borne from his kiss. His skin felt like velvet, the hardness of his muscles a perfect contrast between her fingers.
His limbs were laced with sinew, so strong, so powerful. A girl could become addicted to such raw intensity without even realizing it.
"I need you, Hera," he intoned, worshipping her body as if it were his last day on earth.