I never wanted this night to end because the sex was so damn good. We could go nonstop, so hot for each other that this flame could never burn out. We both ran on an infinite fuel tank, always ready to burn.
When I came inside her again, I couldn’t go any longer. It was my third load, and no matter how sexy she was, I needed a break. My arms wrapped around her waist, and I pulled her closer to me, my face moving into her neck and the top of her tits. My cock softened, so the come dripped out of her entrance and smeared across the both of us.
After she caught her breath, she pulled away and looked at me. “I want to know something.”
“Then ask.” I couldn’t get over how beautiful she was, how perfect she looked even after a hard workout. Her makeup was washed away and her hair was oily, but she still looked like the sexiest thing in the world. If I hadn’t fought for her, she could have married someone else…my soul mate could have ended up with another man. The thought made me sick to my stomach, especially when I could see how perfect we were together. We were two pieces that fit together like we were made for each other. Ever since the first moment I saw her, I felt something. She felt something too. Now it all made sense. Other women never meant anything to me…but she meant the world.
Because she was my soul mate.
I would fight for this if it killed me.
Her hands slid down to my chest. “What’s your real name?”
I didn’t expect a question so personal. “Why do you want to know?”
“Because it’s your name…”
“It’s not anymore. That’s my past. The only man you’ve ever known is Hades…so that’s who I am.”
Her hands continued to rub my chest. “Why are you so ashamed of it?”
“It’s just not who I am anymore.”
She pressed the argument with her intense eye contact.
“I don’t want to be called by my birth name, so it doesn’t matter. Let it go.”
“Could you at least tell me why?”
I dropped my gaze. “If I answer you, will you let this go?”
“I’ll let this go whether you tell me or not. I just wish you felt comfortable confiding in me.”
“That’s not the problem. You know I’m transparent.”
“Then I don’t understand…”
“Alright, I’ll tell you. But I don’t want you to ever call me by it.”
“Okay, I promise.”
“Andrew.”
Her eyes softened. “Andrew…that’s a good name. But you’re right, Hades does suit you a lot more.”
I would hope so. “Is the conversation over now?”
“Yes. I didn’t mean to make you so uncomfortable.” She moved to her face to mine and kissed me, remorse in her lips.
I forgave her instantly. “Now I have a question. A very personal question.”
“Uh oh. Maybe I should have kept my curiosity to myself.”
“After we broke up, did you ever think about me when you were with someone else?” I missed her when we weren’t together, and sometimes I pictured her face on a different body to get off.
“Wow. You weren’t kidding about it being personal.”
“No. Now answer me.”
She ran her fingers through her hair as she stalled. She even dropped her gaze because the contact was too much.
“I’m not gonna let this go, baby.”
After a deep sigh, she lifted her gaze. “Yes…”
“How often?”
“You’re really going to grill me, huh?”
“How often?” I repeated.
She shrugged. “It was more common than uncommon…” She ran her fingers through her hair again. “Truth be told, you were the best sex I’ve ever had, so all my lovers were disappointments.”
Then you should have married me.
“Not that I didn’t enjoy them. They just weren’t…the same.”
An invisible crown was on my head, and I tried not to smile in victory. I didn’t need to be jealous of the men who came after me because they never erased me. I’d always been there, always lived between her legs.
“What about you?”
“You already asked a personal question, and I answered.”
“I can’t ask another?”
“Then I get to ask another.”
“Alright,” she said. “Did you ever think about me?”
All the fucking time. “Yes. And not just when I was with other women…”
Her eyes narrowed in understanding, and then a red tint came over her face once she understood my meaning.
And I was fucking devastated when you left me. “Now I get another question.”
“Alright…”
“Did you ever regret saying no?” Neither one of us had mentioned our previous relationship since we’d gotten married, but I broke our unspoken rule.
Her eyes immediately turned guarded once I mentioned the night everything turned to shit. I asked her to marry me, and she left me. “Sometimes. And now that I’m with you, I realize how lucky I am to be your wife. It’s exactly what I needed…even though I was too stubborn to understand it at the time.”