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She whimpered in protest, but Morgan lightly bit her lip and took another step forward. Without breaking their kiss, he walked them to the edge of the stream, and his well-toned legs easily took the large step down into the water, which bathed them in its warmth. Pleasure pulsed in Helena’s veins as Morgan lowered them until the water reached their shoulders. He gently pressed her back into the stream’s bank as his eyes searched her face.

Morgan’s kiss was as needy and demanding as her own, and for the next several minutes, they battled one another for control. If she bucked her hips, he bit her lip. If she clawed her nails down his back, he gripped her backside and forced her pulsing, engorged petals to rhythmically ride the ridges of his lower abdominal muscles. It was working her nerves into a frenzy of pleasure and frustration, and the warmth of the stream was only heightening her senses.

Growing desperate in her need and realizing that her demanding nature was getting her nowhere, Helena decided to change tactics. With a sigh, Helena stopped fighting and let her body sink sweetly into Morgan’s, melting onto him like a second skin. He tensed, and she felt his hands begin to push her away almost immediately. She did not resist, but instead softened her kiss and coaxed Morgan’s tongue into her mouth.

A feral sound ripped from his throat, but his grip on her thighs began to ease and turn into kneading caresses. Sliding her fingernails from his shoulders, up to the back of his neck and through his hair, she felt his shoulders also begin to relax as his breath decelerated.

Yes, Hades, my god of darkness.Feel me. Remember me. Give in to me…

A heady, aching groan rose from Morgan’s chest, as though his soul had heard hers whispering to him, and Helena felt the rest of his body unwind. He broke their kiss slowly, pushing and parting his lips against hers with a lazy greed as they both took deeper breaths.

“Helena.”

Morgan’s deep voice was both breathless and full of pain as he pressed his forehead against hers and traced his fingertips up her back. The rawness of his tone sent a thick spear of need shooting down her abdomen, where it exploded in her moist center and made her insides tighten with desire.

He pushed her away just far enough to look into her eyes, and she saw the same ache there that she had heard in his voice. A mixture of need and heartache welled up in her like a sudden storm.

“Please, Morgan,” she pleaded, stroking her nails softly through his hair again, “Please.”

“Say it again,” Morgan commanded, his tone suddenly gruff as he gripped her tightly.

His gaze was locked on her blue orbs, wide and dilated with so much arousal that they were almost black, and he watched as her response poured from her soul. His desire was so great that he could feel himself about to spiral out of control. He needed to stop himself and regain his command over his emotions.

“Please, Morgan,” Helena pled obediently once more, and Morgan lost himself.

He kissed her lips possessively once more, unable to get enough of her taste, and then tore them away to drop kisses down her neck, over her collarbone and her breasts. The buoyancy of the water made Helena’s body ridiculously light, so it took him almost no effort to bring her legs high enough on his chest so that his mouth could reach her breasts.

Like a feline stretching from a long afternoon nap, Helena arched her back so that her breast pushed further into his mouth. Opening one eye to be sure she did not hit her head, Morgan watched as Helena seductively pushed her pelvis at a different angle against him so that she could lower the back of her head to the stream’s wooden bank. He then watched in satisfaction as a look of pleasure overtook her features; he paid close attention to every furrow of her brow, every pout of her lips and nudge of her chin as he slowly worshipped her.

He could not give her what she asked for, and he knew she would be furious for denying her that, but he could not hold back on denying her the ecstasy she so deserved. If this was his last chance to taste her, he was going to devour every part of her.

Helena melted under his mouth and caresses. Her moans came out in soft, repetitive breaths as his tongue lay claim to every expanse of flesh he could find. When he reached the apex of her legs, he positioned them on either side of his shoulders and swirled his tongue lazily around her taut bud. Helena moaned his name again.

He pulled back, inhaling her feminine scent as he bared his teeth like a vampire ready to consume the blood of its victim.

“Do you remember the first order I gave you?” He asked, slowly swirling the tip of his middle finger over her swollen, pink petals.

Helena gasped and bucked her hips against his teasing fingers, desperate to have them inside of her.

“Morgan,” she whimpered, trying to gyrate towards his touch.

“Yes,” he growled. “I love it when you say that, but answer my question.”

Helena’s face and chest were flushed with warmth and arousal as she opened her eyes and looked at him. He smiled as he saw the answer as clear as day in her eyes. She remembered.

“I must say your name whenever I release,” she whispered, then swallowed slowly before also saying, “even if by my own hand.”

“Good girl,” he groaned and rewarded her by sliding his two fingers between her tight folds.

Helena moaned in ecstasy as her upper body dissolved on the cottage’s floor at his touch. Her inner walls sucked greedily on his fingers as he continued to flick his wrist in the way that offered her the most pleasure; a motion he had learned by obsessing over every move she made when she was with him. He felt the strength of her mounting orgasm force her walls to clamp down more tightly.

“Say it again,” he rasped, his eyes transfixed on the pleasure written all over her face.

“Morrrgannn,” she moaned. His aching, pulsing and dark red phallus twitched painfully at the sound of his name.

“Again,” he commanded, lowering his mouth to her hard bud.

“Morrr…gannn,” she breathed headily, her gasps becoming lower and deeper.