I reveled in the bite of my lover. My core tensed, the pressure building as Paris took draw after draw from my breast. His hand trailed down my stomach, making me quake, until he ghosted over my mound, through the folds, and to my nub. He circled it, teasing me as he still drank from me, slowly now, savoring it.

He released my breast and followed the path left by his hand. Just the sensation of his lips on my stomach was overwhelming. The feel of his hands spreading my legs even wider thrilled me. But his tongue—gods, his tongue.

He settled in, feasting on me with a low groan. I rocked my hips along to his rhythm, unable to stop myself. His tongue was nimble, flicking my nub. The tension increased and blotted out any thoughts. Only Paris and I remained. His tongue on me. Until he slipped a finger into my tight sheath. Then, the wave crested, sending me over the other side on a current of bliss. I cried out at the release, savoring each echo of pleasure coursing through me.

He rose up my body, but I wasn’t letting him go on until I too had a taste. I pushed him up and rolled over on top of him. He growled and palmed my ass.

“Not so fast.” My voice was barely a sound.

I dropped kisses down his neck and into the golden hair that dusted his chest. I took one of his nipples in my mouth, sucking and biting. His hands fisted the sheets on either side. I moved to the other one, doing the same. Biting down harder, I elicited a growl. I smiled and continued my way down, kissing his hard stomach. When I got to his shaft, he fisted my hair. I let out a breath on the length of him, and it jumped. The smooth head was wet, needing.

“Gods, woman,” he bit out.

I licked the tip, and he bucked underneath me. When I took him into my mouth as deeply as he would go, he cried out. I moved up and down on the hard length, grazing the back of my throat before withdrawing. Up and down I went. His hands fisted my hair harder and harder. I enjoyed the feel of his tension, the rising power of his imminent release. I didn’t think I could get any wetter. I was wrong. The sheer power of him beneath me, inside my mouth, was making me melt. He was under my control now, and it turned me on more than anything else ever could.

“I’m going to come,” he said. It was guttural, barely controlled.

“Not yet.” I rose up.

I positioned his tip at my entrance and eased onto his shaft. He gripped my hips, slowing my descent, allowing me time to accommodate him. The slight hint of pain and the huge surge of pleasure had me moaning low in my throat.

Those blue eyes, now hazed with desire, watched me. As I began to rock on top of him, he matched me with his stroke. Slowly, so slowly, we started our dance. He reached up and pulled my face down to his, owning my mouth once again. We were joined in every way, melded together into a single being. One, just as we always had been.

Paris

I LIFTED my hips, following her lead and enjoying the sensuous rhythm. The way she rode me sent shivers of pleasure to every extremity of my body. And her mouth was an erotic playground of its own, her tongue darting and caressing, her teeth marking me.

She increased her pace, punishing me with the need to come inside her. My release begged to be freed. But I would not give it to her, not until she had come for me again. I wanted to knead her gorgeous breasts, but my hands would not relinquish her ass. Instead, I reluctantly left her mouth and moved my lips down her neck. She gripped the headboard, arching her back as she rode my cock.

Taking in her unbitten nipple was a homecoming, the flesh resplendent in my mouth. She sped up, riding me even faster, rubbing her tender clit against me as I pressed deeply inside her. She was so tight, squeezing me with the finest friction.

I used my hands to guide her movements, grinding her against me as I pistoned up into her heat. She moaned and threw her head back, the waves of her hair flowing around her in golden ribbons. I had never seen a more beautiful sight and knew I never would. She was my goddess. None on Olympus could ever match her strength or beauty.

She came with a cry, my name on her lips and her walls clamping around me, tighter and tighter still. I finally gave in, her moaning voice the key to my release. I emptied into her, the hot jets pulsing out of me with such force that I bit my lip to keep from yelling at the top of my lungs. She kept undulating, wringing every last bit out of me before collapsing onto my chest.

She dotted kisses up my neck and grazed my lips with hers. A sweet thank-you that I returned. She nestled into my chest, and I wrapped my arms around her, loving the feel of this. It was so right. The way it used to be and the way it would be from then on.

“Elena—”

“It’s Helen.” She gave me a deeper kiss.

I opened my eyes wide, suddenly drawn from the mind-blowing stupor she’d put me in. What? I rolled over, still inside her, and pinned her beneath me.

“What? How? What?” My mind wasn’t firing at all.

She smiled up at me. “I may have gotten my memories back.”

“It’s you?” I couldn’t stop the mist that sprang up in my eyes.

She kissed each of my cheeks. “It’s me. I mean, it’s me Elena and it’s me Helen. Maybe I should change my name to Helena?”

I didn’t care if she called herself Medusa as long as she was mine. “You remember us? All of us?”

“I do. But we may have a problem,” she said and furrowed her brow.

My heart sank. There was always a price to be paid for such miracles. Always. “What is it?”

Her eyes twinkled, two mischievous emeralds. “Remember that time, when we were leaving Greece and we were in the stern of the boat?”

Of course I remembered it. The sex we’d had at that moment was burned into my memory. Her breath, her sweetness.

“Yes.”

“Well, I don’t think we’ve managed to top that, so we’re going to need to go again.” Her smile was both cherubic and devilish.

My cock tingled back to life, still couched in her wetness. “Oh, I think we can beat our high score.”

“You’d better hope so.” She licked up my neck.

There was a sharp rap at the door.

Faren’s voice barely penetrated the wood. “My lord, the nobles are assembled. It’s time.”

I gave a smooth thrust into her, my cock coming back to life with a roar. “They can wait.”