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Authors: Sherrilyn Kenyon
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with your revenge. Deliver her to Zeus in pieces. Let him know what it feels like to suffer. Take from him what he took from you.
But he couldnât. Even with her words and his rage, it wasnât enough to make him hurt her. And damned if he knew why.
Her hazel eyes still had that fire and joy ⦠even though she was afraid. He couldnât take that from her.
No, he didnât want to take that from her.
Before he even realized what he was doing, he picked up a fat curl from her shoulder. Her hair was so unbelievably soft. It wrapped around his finger, teasing his flesh. Lifting it to his face, he closed his eyes and inhaled the sweet scent of it and imagined what it would be like to make love to her until they were both sated.
His cock jerked with need as he imagined her naked in his arms.
Delphine couldnât breathe as she watched him. Part of her expected him to attack her still. But he didnât.
Instead he rubbed her hair against his lips. Lips that were so close to hers â¦
Never had she been kissed. Until this moment sheâd never even thought about it. Since she didnât really feel lust, it hadnât been a problem. Now for the first time, she felt her body flush with heat. Felt her heart quicken along with a deep heaviness sheâd never experienced before.
She wanted him to touch her.â¦
He dipped his head as if heâd kiss her. But just as their lips would have touched, he buried his face in her hair and inhaled.
Not sure what to do, she cupped his head in her hand and wrapped her other arm around him. She was unprepared for just how good it would feel to hold him like this. He smelled of leather and sharp spices, of all man. His thick white hair was feather soft as it brushed against her face and made her shiver. She could feel his muscles rippling under her hand, the softness of his blond hair in her palm.â¦
Jericho buried his face in the crook of her neck as he imagined all the things he wanted to do to her. As he tried to imagine how good she would taste. He wanted desperately to breathe her in.
The sensation of her hands on his body right now â¦
It was heaven.
And it was hell.
He didnât want to feel like this. He didnât want to be weak ever again and definitely not for another person. To have someone control him. The last time heâd allowed himself to feel for someone, heâd lost everything.
Even his dignity.
Angry at the thought, he growled low in his throat and tore himself out of her grasp. He didnât need softness or comfort. He didnât need to be touched. Zeus had taught him that. He could survive well enough on his own with no one around him.
He was stronger that way.
âStay away from me,â he snarled at her.
She looked baffled by his words. âYou came at me.â
âDonât press me, woman!â
She narrowed her eyes. âYou know, this whole emotion thing is new to me, too. I donât know how to cope with all these conflicting things, and you yelling at me isnât exactly helping ⦠Man!â
âDonât raise your voice to me!â
âDitto, buddy. Ditto.â She hadnât realized sheâd drawn near him again until she was looking up at him, toe to toe.
The rage inside him actually hurt her, but there was nothing she could do for him. Nothing at all, and the frustration of that made her want to withdraw to someplace where she could feel safe again. âI just want to go home.â
Jericho did a mental flinch at those softly spoken words. It was a cry that heâd echoed so many times the first century heâd been banished that it was still a raw aching need in his heart. How many times had he closed his eyes and remembered the sound of Nikeâs laughter? The beauty of being respected?
All heâd wanted was to change what heâd done and to beg forgiveness from them so that he could go home, too.
But over time, heâd learned
But he couldnât. Even with her words and his rage, it wasnât enough to make him hurt her. And damned if he knew why.
Her hazel eyes still had that fire and joy ⦠even though she was afraid. He couldnât take that from her.
No, he didnât want to take that from her.
Before he even realized what he was doing, he picked up a fat curl from her shoulder. Her hair was so unbelievably soft. It wrapped around his finger, teasing his flesh. Lifting it to his face, he closed his eyes and inhaled the sweet scent of it and imagined what it would be like to make love to her until they were both sated.
His cock jerked with need as he imagined her naked in his arms.
Delphine couldnât breathe as she watched him. Part of her expected him to attack her still. But he didnât.
Instead he rubbed her hair against his lips. Lips that were so close to hers â¦
Never had she been kissed. Until this moment sheâd never even thought about it. Since she didnât really feel lust, it hadnât been a problem. Now for the first time, she felt her body flush with heat. Felt her heart quicken along with a deep heaviness sheâd never experienced before.
She wanted him to touch her.â¦
He dipped his head as if heâd kiss her. But just as their lips would have touched, he buried his face in her hair and inhaled.
Not sure what to do, she cupped his head in her hand and wrapped her other arm around him. She was unprepared for just how good it would feel to hold him like this. He smelled of leather and sharp spices, of all man. His thick white hair was feather soft as it brushed against her face and made her shiver. She could feel his muscles rippling under her hand, the softness of his blond hair in her palm.â¦
Jericho buried his face in the crook of her neck as he imagined all the things he wanted to do to her. As he tried to imagine how good she would taste. He wanted desperately to breathe her in.
The sensation of her hands on his body right now â¦
It was heaven.
And it was hell.
He didnât want to feel like this. He didnât want to be weak ever again and definitely not for another person. To have someone control him. The last time heâd allowed himself to feel for someone, heâd lost everything.
Even his dignity.
Angry at the thought, he growled low in his throat and tore himself out of her grasp. He didnât need softness or comfort. He didnât need to be touched. Zeus had taught him that. He could survive well enough on his own with no one around him.
He was stronger that way.
âStay away from me,â he snarled at her.
She looked baffled by his words. âYou came at me.â
âDonât press me, woman!â
She narrowed her eyes. âYou know, this whole emotion thing is new to me, too. I donât know how to cope with all these conflicting things, and you yelling at me isnât exactly helping ⦠Man!â
âDonât raise your voice to me!â
âDitto, buddy. Ditto.â She hadnât realized sheâd drawn near him again until she was looking up at him, toe to toe.
The rage inside him actually hurt her, but there was nothing she could do for him. Nothing at all, and the frustration of that made her want to withdraw to someplace where she could feel safe again. âI just want to go home.â
Jericho did a mental flinch at those softly spoken words. It was a cry that heâd echoed so many times the first century heâd been banished that it was still a raw aching need in his heart. How many times had he closed his eyes and remembered the sound of Nikeâs laughter? The beauty of being respected?
All heâd wanted was to change what heâd done and to beg forgiveness from them so that he could go home, too.
But over time, heâd learned
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