Marked by Hades by Reese Monroe Page B

her weight settled onto him, her subtle curves conforming to his body. Tiny kisses peppered his chest and side as delicate fingers traced imaginary circles over his stomach. Energy coursed through him, much like when Theo healed him, only more intense. Pleasurable.
    A wave of lavender wafted to his nose. Unmistakably Yvonne’s scent.
    He bit the inside of his cheek to calm himself.
    It didn’t work.
    Grabbing her beneath the armpits, he dragged her up his body. The friction sent a sinful twinge straight to his core. She propped herself up with her elbows on either side of his head as he cupped her face, drinking in the feel of her flesh. Eyes closed, she let out a contented sigh, and he felt it filter through his skin to the core of his being.
    His hands glided over her shoulders to her back and skated up her shirt. He flattened his palms along her skin, and she melted into him.
    Resting her cheek to his, she said, “Feels like heaven.”
    “Shirt off.”
    She pushed up and shifted until she straddled him completely. One quick movement, and her shirt was tossed to the floor. That quickly, she was draped over him again, and the contact with her skin made his body jerk.
    He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her flush with him, striving to feel every point of contact to its fullest. Energy siphoned into him from her chest, her stomach, her mouth on his neck.
    Gentle strokes of her tongue on his Mark sent his body into overdrive, and he pulsed against her.
    “More,” she whimpered.
    One roll had her beneath him, her hands scraping at his back in time with his movements. He roamed lower, lips touching every exposed surface while his hand wove beneath her to guide her movements.
    Heat stormed up his spine, settling in his chest and neck. He found the valley between her breasts and nuzzled deeply, absorbing the contact. The energy. Feeling her beneath him was unlike anything he’d ever experienced with a woman. It must be true then—she was his Mate.
    Logic seeped in through the lust, reminding him of the situation and his vow to keep his guard up. But it was difficult with her clawing at his back, whispering his name.
    She buried her hand in his hair and guided his face to her neck, almost as if she’d felt his hesitation to kiss her lips. Maybe Sadie’d told her it would transform their Marks into bloodlines.
    It didn’t matter right now. All he felt was her body hitting every spot that was about to catapult him into ecstasy.
    He nibbled on her ear, then her neck. Her hold on him tightened, and she tensed beneath him. She was close—he could sense it. Knowing she needed this skin-on-skin contact as much as he did, he slid his hands along the sides of her body. So long she’d been in want. Isolated.
    Well, maybe not so long since it’d only been a couple of months since she’d been with Aggie, but she didn’t remember that.
    Twining their fingers, he rocked against her, desperate to make up for what was taken from her. She let out a quiet moan as her back arched.
    There wasn’t a sexier sight. He kissed along her jawline and followed her lead into release. White lights flared in his vision as he fell into bliss. So intense. A connection so great. Sacred.
    But for them, more than likely, doomed.

Chapter Fourteen
    Yvonne woke to soft kisses along her cheek and gentle caresses through her hair. She turned toward the slight breath brushing her skin.
    Whispering kisses along Justin’s pec, she nuzzled his neck again.
    His arm around her waist tightened. God, his skin felt like heaven. It was all true. He was her Mate, and she could touch him. Wait, maybe this would break her lethal touch. Might be time to try it out on a plant or a spider.
    Later. She hugged him close, wishing the rest of their clothes were off. “So, how old are you?” she asked.
    “Nine hundred and eleven.”
    She almost choked on the air she sucked in. “I wonder how old I am.”
    “Around two hundred, according to what Sadie said you told