When he moved away I started to protest before I could stop myself. His kiss settled me for the few moments while he left the bed. The sound of foil ripping barely impinged upon my enchanted calm, my senses only sparking to life when he resumed his overwhelming presence between my thighs.

The intensity of the eyes locked on mine was almost too much to bear. I sought relief elsewhere. But there was none to be found in the wide expanse of his shoulders, the ripped contours of the chest I suddenly yearned to explore with my mouth, or... Theos mou...the fearsomely impressive evidence of his maleness.

The tiniest whimper slipped free. And while it brought an arrogant little twitch to his lips, there was also a slight softening of his fierce regard.

‘Look at me, Calypso.’

The low command brought my gaze back to his. To the lock of hair grazing his eyebrow that I yearned to brush back. The slightly swollen sensual lips I wanted to kiss.

‘Do you want this?’ he asked.

The thought of stopping now was unthinkable. ‘Yes,’ I answered.

He gripped one thigh, parting me with unwavering intent.

The first shallow thrust stilled my breath. The second threw me back to that dimension where only sensation reigned.

Apprehensively, I exhaled. Axios moved his powerful body, withdrawing before penetrating me. Once. Twice.

On the third glide the sting was replaced by a different, jaw-dropping sensation, one that dragged me deeper into that dimension.

‘You’re...so deep. It feels...incredible.’

Above me, Axios hissed, his fingers digging into my thigh as he held himself, still and throbbing, inside me. The sensation was indescribable. But...

‘Why aren’t you moving? Do I need to? Maybe if I roll my hips...’

Tentatively I experimented, then cried out as pleasure rained over me.

‘That was...sensational. I want to... Would you mind if I did it again?’

‘No. I wouldn’t,’ he said thickly, then met my next thrust with an even more powerful one.

What the hell was happening?

I stared down at Calypso. Her eyes were shut in unbound pleasure.

My fraying control took another hit, the feeling that this little witch with her wide streak of innocence that had turned out not to be a clever trick was responsible for my curious state driving confusion through me.

The giving and taking of carnal pleasure was far from new to me but this...

I wanted to tell her to open her eyes. To centre her to me. To—

‘Why are you stopping? Please don’t stop. I want more.’

Her husky, innocent plea ramped up my arousal, the enormity of what was happening lending a savage edge to my hunger I’d never experienced before.

But just to be sure she was right there with me I leaned closer, flicked my tongue over her nipple. ‘Do you like this, Calypso?’

Short blunt nails dug into my back. ‘Yes!’

‘And this?’ I pulled the tight bud into my mouth, suckling her sweet flesh with fervour.