Zeus lowered them both onto the bed, his body covering hers, his lips never leaving her skin.
His kiss was hungry, relentless, and consuming, a raw, unspoken confession of how much he had craved her for years.
He kissed her until she couldn't breathe until she could only moan his name between gasps.
Then, he bit her lower lip, teasing, before his mouth moved downward.
He traced his lips along her jaw, then down her neck, leaving burning kisses and soft bites in his wake.
A trail of marks, one after another, staking his claim.
His hands, strong and possessive, roamed her curves, memorizing every inch of her.
When he reached her chest, he didn't hesitate.
Even through the fabric of her tight-fitting dress, he bit down on her right nipple.
"Ahhh," Ceres moaned, her fingers tangling into his hair, pulling him closer.
He groaned against her skin, reveling in the sounds she made for him.
Then, he leaned up, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "My love… I'll buy you a new dress."
Ceres blinked, momentarily confused.
"What..."
She never got to finish.
Because in one swift, effortless motion, Zeus ripped her dress apart.
She gasped as the cool air from the air conditioner caressed her bare skin.
Her body was now exposed beneath him, the remnants of her expensive dress discarded and forgotten.
She had always hated wearing bras, always found them constricting.
Which meant she was now lying beneath him, wearing nothing but delicate, lacy white panties.
And he was fucking mesmerized.
His gaze devoured her, taking in every curve, every inch of her smooth, perfect skin.
He didn't move.
He didn't even blink.
He simply looked at her, memorizing, engraving her into the deepest part of his mind.
Burning her image into his very soul.
His golden eyes darkened, his hunger intensifying.
He didn't rush.
He savored the moment, worshiping her with his gaze alone.
Ceres didn't look away.
She didn't cover herself, didn't shrink beneath his stare.
Instead, she basked in it.
She loved the way he looked at her.
Like she was a goddess.
Like she was the only thing in the universe worth worshiping.
And so, she moved.
Slowly, sensually.
She lifted one leg, grazing her bare foot along the length of his muscular body, from his abdomen, trailing upward until it reached his chest.
Zeus, still kneeling in front of her, grabbed her ankle, gripping it firmly.
Then, he kissed her calf.
His lips lingered, soft and reverent, his gaze still locked onto hers.
Ceres shivered, not from the cold but from the intensity of his stare.
Then, his lips moved lower, kissing the delicate skin of her inner thigh.
"Hnnngh..."
A soft moan slipped past her lips, her head tilting back slightly.
Her fingers clutched the sheets, her body shivering from the sensation.
He smirked against her skin, repeating the same thing to her other leg.
Kissing.
Licking.
Worshiping her until he reached her core again.
Zeus didn't remove her lace panties.
No.
He simply pushed the delicate fabric aside, revealing what was his to worship.
The bedroom lights were on, illuminating every inch of her exposed body.
And what he saw was perfection.
Her core was soft, and smooth, like a delicate rose, waiting to bloom.
And he was going to devour her.
His lips curled into a dark smirk as he leaned in, and then, he licked her.
The moment his tongue touched her, a deep, satisfied growl rumbled from his chest.
Because she tasted divine.
She was his ambrosia, his forbidden fruit.
And he was a starving man, desperate to consume every drop of her essence.
Ceres moaned, her body arching from the bed as waves of pleasure crashed over her.
Her fingers gripped the sheets, her nails digging into the fabric as she tried to ground herself.
But nothing could anchor her.
Not when he was destroying her.
Not when his tongue moved with perfect precision, tracing circles, dipping inside, teasing, tasting her.
Not when he was feasting on her like she was his last meal.
Her breath hitched, her head tilting back as she gasped for air.
But despite the overwhelming sensation, despite the pleasure threatening to consume her whole, she didn't look away.
She forced her half-lidded golden eyes open, watching him devour her.
Zeus's gaze flicked up, their eyes meeting.
And that look, that intense, primal stare, made her stomach clench in the most delicious way.
A wicked smirk tugged at his lips before he dove back in faster, harder, and more ruthlessly.
And Ceres, she couldn't take it.
"Oh, Zeus! Ahhh!" she cried, her voice trembling, needy.
She felt it...that rush of electricity starting from the tips of her toes, curling up her legs, tightening in her stomach, and spreading everywhere.
Her arms shook, her strength fading, and she collapsed back onto the bed, completely helpless beneath him.
"Ahhh!!! Yes!!!"
Her lips parted, her breath ragged, her entire body trembling as she was thrown into her first orgasm.
And he didn't stop.
He held her tightly, making her ride out the waves, drawing every last bit of pleasure from her body until she was nothing but a shaking mess.
Until she was whimpering, completely ruined beneath him.
And only then, only then, did he finally pull away.
But not before placing one last kiss on her throbbing core, as if sealing a promise, a promise that he wasn't done with her yet.
Zeus stood at the foot of the bed, his chest rising and falling heavily as he licked his lips, tasting her essence.
He smirked wickedly as he gazed down at her, his golden eyes filled with satisfaction and hunger.
Then, without breaking eye contact, he started undressing.
One by one, he discarded his clothes.
His shirt.
His belt.
His pants.
His watch.
Even his shoes.
Until he was completely bare, standing proudly in front of her.
And Ceres couldn't look away.
Her teeth sank into her lower lip, eyes trailing over his perfectly sculpted body.
His broad shoulders.
His strong, defined chest.
The ridges of his eight-pack abs.
But most of all, her gaze fell lower to the evidence of his arousal standing thick and proud between his legs.
And God.
He was big.
She had expected it, of course, Zeus was perfect in every other aspect.
But seeing him like this?
Hard. Ready. Completely hers.
It made her throat go dry.
She started to sit up, reaching out to touch him.
But before her fingers could even graze his skin, he grabbed her wrists, stopping her.
She groaned in frustration, pouting like a child deprived of a toy.
"Ugh!" she huffed. "I want to touch you."
His lips curled into a knowing smile as he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.
"Next time, my love," he murmured. "But for now, let me worship you."
And before she could even argue, he captured her lips again.
He kissed her deeply, his tongue dipping into her mouth, making sure she would taste herself.
And she did not disappoint.
She moaned against him, her tongue wrapping around his, sucking, teasing.
He groaned into her mouth, his self-control snapping little by little.
But then he hesitated.
For a brief moment, his mind drifted.
Should he grab a condom?
He had some in the bedside drawer, but would she get the wrong idea?
Would she think he brought other women here?
Because he hadn't.
This penthouse had only ever been his personal space.
A place he never shared.
Every other woman, every meaningless fling, he had taken to a hotel.
Because no one was ever important enough to be brought here.
Only her.
Only Ceres.
And he didn't want to ruin this moment by making her think otherwise.
So, he made his decision.
He wasn't going to use one.
If Ceres got mad, he would face the consequences later.
But right now...
Right now, he wanted to feel her. Bare. No barriers. No limits.
She must have noticed his hesitation, because she suddenly bit down on his lip, hard.
His breath hitched, the sting of pain mixed with pleasure.
Then, she narrowed her golden eyes at him.
"Are you thinking of another woman right now?" she accused.
Zeus blinked, then chuckled.
She was so possessive when she was drunk.
And he loved it.
"Of course not, my love," he said smoothly, ignoring the faint taste of blood on his lips.
Then, he leaned in, trailing soft kisses along her cheek, her jawline, until he reached her ear.
His voice dropped into a husky whisper.
"I was thinking if we should use protection or not."
Her breath hitched.
She pulled back slightly, blinking up at him.
"Ahm..."
But before she could answer, he silenced her...
By closing his mouth over her nipple.
"Ahhhh!" Ceres cried out, arching her back.
Zeus smirked against her skin, then continued.
Sucking. Licking. Teasing.
His other hand kneaded her other breast, while his mouth lavished attention on the one in his mouth.
In between his ministrations, he spoke against her skin.
"I have condoms," he murmured, his lips dragging across her flushed skin.
"But I want to feel you bare."
He nipped at her collarbone, then kissed a path back to her lips.
"We can use a morning-after pill tomorrow."
She was already delirious with pleasure at this point.
His words barely registered in her mind.
All she knew was, she didn't want him to stop.
Didn't want him to pull away.
"Hnnngh… okay," she mumbled mindlessly.
Zeus smirked against her lips before kissing her again.
And this time, there was no more hesitation.
Because tonight, she was his.
And he was about to ruin her for any other man.