Page 38 of Summer's Seduction

“Together.”

LARKSPUR

Iheld his gaze a moment longer, needing to be sure he meant it. Gods below, I hadn’t known how much I needed to kill them, to avenge every wrong that had been committed against me, but Morpheus had me realizing that I didn’t have to be okay with the shit they’d done. I was allowed to be angry—justified in my need for retribution. For the first time in a long time, it felt like I might have a future. And that was all thanks to Morpheus.

Seeing the unwavering conviction in his eyes, I nodded. Then my handsdrifted down the hard planes of his chest, tracing the grooves of muscle, and the dip of his hips until my hand wrapped around the base of his cock.

Fuck,he was huge. My fingers couldn’t quite close around him, forcing me to squeeze tighter as I stroked. Somehow, I knew he liked his pleasure tempered by a touch of pain. Our bodies were still slick with water, the bath draining around us, and I used it, working his cock with my hand as I arched my back, my nipples grazing his chest.

Morpheus groaned, head falling back, as I dragged the pad of my thumb across his slit, smearing the bead of come over his head as I angled him toward my pussy.

His body was trembling, muscles tense with the need to move.

“Not here,” he breathed. Before his words registered, Morpheus lifted me from the tub and flitted further into the cavern.

My hands wrapped around his neck as we flitted through a small opening in the far side of the cavern. The world stilled as silence stretched, interrupted only by the gentle murmurs of a rolling stream. The cavern walls were sculpted by nature and illuminated by the vast stretch of stars glittering in the night sky above. Roots dug between rocks coated in thick layers of soft moss, and there were small flowers blooming in clusters climbing up the length of the walls.

There were no candles here. No baths, carved structures, or any sign of alteration. This place was untouched. Beautiful. Pure.

At the center of the hollowed space was a waterfall. Clear waters trickled over stone, tumbling gently in a spray of steam to the shallow pool below. The same soft moss that lingered along the walls of the cavern coated the ground, splashes of moonlight shimmering as it reflected off the inviting waters.

“It’s beautiful,” I breathed as Morpheus walked into the pool and toward the waterfall's edge. “And warm.”

“Vast rivers of magma run deep beneath our kingdom before they rise in Tartarus. It has some benefits.”

My lips twitched as I eased the rest of my body down, the water stopping at mid-thigh. His cock pressed to my stomach as he held me against him. Mist rose from the waterfall at my back, the warmth sending a shiver down my spine, causing me to tilt my hips.

Morpheus’s hand gripped my ass as I linked my hands around his neck. He was hard, his entire body tense. I could feel how much he wanted me, could smell his arousal clashing withmine, but still, he waited for me, knowing that, especially after a day like today, I needed to be the one in charge. And fuck if that small realization wasn’t everything.

“Kiss me,” I breathed.

It was like unleashing a ravenous hound on a hare. Morpheus tangled his hand in my hair, tugging until I opened for him with a gasp. His tongue swept against mine, warring with one another as if angry that we’d waited so long.

And Iwasangry. I was furious. I hated that he—Hypnos’s son, The Dark Prince—was the one who saw me, the only one who understood me because he was just as fucked up as I was.

I dug my nails into his shoulders, tugging myself up, needing more.

Morpheus hissed as I drew blood, his hands gripping my ass a moment later and lifting me until I was settled around his waist, his cock pressed to my center. I arched my hips, lifting, needing him just a little lower.

A growl tore from his throat, and his fingers flexed. There was a brush of wind, and then he laid me down.

I started to turn, attempting to roll us. I was only ever on top. The idea of willingly letting another person be in control, of putting myself in danger, was unbearable.

“You’re safe, little monster,” he whispered against my ear, easing back enough to dispel the wave of worry that had started to gather. My heart was hammering against my ribs, chest heaving—but then his mouth was on me, licking and sucking the curve of my neck.

“What would you like me to do?” Morpheus purred, his hand cupping my breast as his lips closed over the other. I gasped as fangs dragged across my nipple. “Tell me, would you like it if I bit you here?”

He pulled my nipple into his mouth, sucking as his fingers pinched the other.

“Yes,” I moaned, the taste of his blood still lingering on my tongue. He looked up, my breasts heaving inches from his lips. “I want you to bite me, Morpheus. No memories, but I want us… connected. Like we were before.”

“Glimpsing my past didn’t frighten you?” His tongue lashed out, languidly teasing my breasts in between words, and I fought getting lost in his touch.

“No, because I could feel you.” I swallowed down a needy moan as his fangs grazed down the slope of my breasts, trailing lower to the curve of my stomach. “I knew your heart, your soul, and its torment was a familiar shadow.”

Tendrils of his hair fell forward as he kissed the soft curls between my legs as if what we were doing was sacred. Our form of hallowed worship.

“I’ve never allowed another to see.” His hands moved down to either side of my ass, tilting my slick pussy up for him as his tongue teased the inside of my thigh.