Free Hermes (Frozen Origin #2) by Crystal Dawn Page B

start. She brought out the wild beast in him and he struggled to hold him back, to slow down and remember how gentle and inexperienced she was.
    His kiss gentled, his hold eased as he tried to woo her, to convince her with his mouth and his hands that she wanted, needed him and only him. He could scent her arousal, feel her temperature had risen and it stoked his need to sink himself inside her. His rigid cock ached for her alone as he pressed it into her soft stomach, but it wasn’t what he wanted or needed. He stepped back pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it aside as he looked into her eyes. She had that well known deer in the headlight look, her eyes wild as she looked for a path of escape.
    He stepped back to embrace her again but she pushed on his chest thinking he would let her go again as he had last time. This was different and he only held her tighter as he started to move his lips toward hers. Somewhere deep inside she found the strength to whisper one word with a ragged breath. “No!”
    He looked as if he had been decked, so stunned and the hurt look in his eyes was hard to b ear. She did what she had to so she wouldn’t be used because she was handy, available when he needed someone. She wanted to be loved, respected for who and what she was and not be just an available body for someone to slake their passion. He might mean a lot to her, but she knew the score and she wasn’t playing around anymore. She would only be with someone who could return her feelings, and that wasn’t Hermes. She could never aspire to capture the heart of a god.
    She hastily retreated to the bedroom and then she ran into the bathroom. She had to wash off the scent of him that was driving her crazy. It wasn’t fair that he could make her crave him while he felt so little. She closed the bathroom door and locked it before she stripped for her shower. She set the water stepping into the shower alone wishing she had someone that loved her, wanted her just for her. Instead her body ached with a desire she had never known and feared she would never know for another. She stepped into the shower feeling the water run over her excited flesh, needing something to relieve burning feeling in her belly. She soaped up and washed her tender breasts but found herself cupping and squeezing them, pinching the already hard nipples and biting her lip to quell the moan that threatened to erupt from them.
    One hand stayed on her breasts while the other moved slowly downward over her firm belly and down further still. She moved it to her pussy feeling the heat as she moved her finger over her nether lips moving until she slid inside the slick seam. She moved to the hard pearl that begged for attention and cried out for relief. She circled it, pressed down, and felt a shiver of sexual tension run through her. What was wrong with her? This wasn’t something she did in the shower with other people in the suite. She just couldn’t deal with the things Hermes had done to her body and made her think about. Her soapy fingers slid over her clit but in her mind she imagined Hermes’s hand doing it instead. The thought thrilled her and sent a wave of need through her that made her knees weak.
    She felt her juices flow into her already slick pussy and she burned hotter still. Her hand moved faster bringing her closer to the bliss that would take the pain away, she would no longer worry that she would give in, if she could only find relief. She closed her eyes, her head thrown back as she concentrated on the image in her head. Yes, Hermes was kissing her silly as his talented fingers pressed just firmly enough and she went flying over the edge. She gasped, and moaned softly, she just couldn’t help herself as the vortex of ecstasy swept her away. She stepped into the spray of water as she tried to come back from the effects of the almost painful pleasure she had inflicted on herself. She prayed no one had heard or would realize what she had done.
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