“Are you sure this is okay?” she asked. Her palms were pressed flat against his chest, her breasts swollen between her arms. “What are you worried about?” he asked, holding her glittering gaze in the dim light of their room. “Hurting you,” she said and then added sheepishly, “suffocating you.” “If this is how I suffocate, I would gladly drown in your heat.” “Hades.” “Put your weight on your knees, darling. I’ll do the rest,” he said. “Come.”
