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Zeus

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

As she sleeps on top of me for over an hour, I gaze at the starry sky, trying to rationalize what happened earlier.

I fed her and gave her something to drink after we made love, even though she seemed barely conscious as I placed some fruit and cheese between her full lips.

Soon after, she dozed off, lying on top of me.

I pull a plaid blanket that must have been left there by the staff over her, because despite the warm night, an occasional breeze cools us.

She shivers and raises her head, waking up. "Do we have to go inside?"

"Do you want to go inside?"

"No. Can we sleep here?"

"All night? Not really. I was just letting you rest for a bit. I'm not done with you yet. Are you in pain?"

She hides her face in my chest. "Do we have to talk about this?"

"Yes. Sex isn't taboo, Madison."

"I feel a burning sensation, but I want more." She looks at me again. "I've thought about it, and I've decided I'll start taking the pill. Six months isn't that short."

Six months is way too short now that I've tasted you.

"And do you trust me?"

"If I didn't, I wouldn't have let you make love to me without a condom," she replies quickly, but then she gets up, sitting on my lap. "There's something we haven't talked about yet. Let's be exclusive. You said you don't share. Neither do I."

I've never been with more than one woman at a time. That's not how my mind works. If I lose interest in someone to the point where I desire another, I end things with the one I'm with. But I can't resist provoking her. "Why don't you want to share me?"

She jumps up and stands there, beautiful and naked, defiant like a warrior.

I know she wants to kill me; emotions cross her face like scenes from a movie.

"If you're not going to respect me while we're together, we won't have a relationship without protection," she says, her voice faltering. "It puts my health at risk."

I get up and stand very close. "Is that the only reason?"

"Yes," she says, not looking at me.

"Liar. You don't like the idea of me with someone else, just like the mere thought of anyone touching you drives me crazy."

"I don't have any reason to be jealous. We're just lovers."

"We're each other's as long as what we have lasts."

"No," she stubbornly replies.

I approach, determined to make her surrender, but she runs off, escaping me and diving into the water.

I follow and wait for her to resurface. When she does, I scoop her up.

She wraps her legs around me, and I hold her by the neck, pressing my mouth to the soft skin where her shoulder meets her neck. I bite and suck. She moans, giving me a taste of my favorite drug: her pleasure-filled cries.

"I can't fuck you in the water. I'll hurt you."

"Take me back, then. I want you so much."

I walk out with her, my cock completely erect again. With each step, I brush against her entrance, and we both moan.

"Admit that you can't stand the thought of seeing me with someone else."

"I don't care. I just don't want to expose myself to disease," she lies.

I pinch her clit, and she throws her head back, whimpering.

We reach the table, and I move the plate and utensils aside, leaning her over it, her upturned ass exposed to me.

I slide my hand between her thighs; she's very wet. The little devil gets turned on by this war between us for control of the relationship.

"Tell me if it hurts."

She grinds against me, passionate, as I slip inside her entrance.

I make her lean over, and with my feet, I spread her thighs. I enter her slowly, savoring every inch I take from her until my entire cock is pulsing inside her tight pussy.

I pinch her nipples, and she pushes back, moaning.

"You love this, don't you, hot stuff?"

"Oh!"

I grip her ass and thrust deep, but it's not enough.

I give another thrust, harder than before, in a wild rhythm.

"Will you tell me if it hurts?"

"Don't stop. I don't care. I want more."

She tries to push back, but I hold her hips to control her. "Be still. I don't want to hurt you, Madison."

She grinds teasingly. I slap her ass. She whimpers but doesn't stop provoking me. I thrust more, pounding into her forcefully.

I pull out and return to her tight heat, lifting one of her legs to go deeper. She's standing now, and our tongues devour each other as I take her.

I caress everything I can reach. I wish I had multiple hands to touch every part of her: her clit, her breasts, her abdomen, her delicate jawline.

I don't know how long we get lost in each other. It's as if, when I'm inside her, a vacuum opens where hours and minutes hold no significance.

I increase the speed at which I touch her clit because I know I won't last.

"Come with me," I command, biting her ear.

She grinds against me, as if challenging me, but I feel her sex clench, and I know she's very close to orgasm. I fuck her, alternating between long strokes and short ones. She matches each of my thrusts, but finally she trembles, soaking me with her arousal.

I pull out of her and bend her over the table, parting her plump cheeks. I come on her ass, and I go crazy when I see my cum sliding down into her untouched entrance.

With my finger, I gather a bit of sperm and tease her entrance.

She doesn't try to escape but tightens around me.

I lean back and whisper in her ear, "I want everything with you."

She turns on the table, unabashed, showing herself to me, giving me a full view of her perfect body.

"I want you to do everything with me."