Smut chapter ahead, skip if you can't handle it.
The sudden force caught him off guard. His hand immediately went to her thigh, gripping hard, sliding up the smooth skin under her gown. His other hand fisted in her hair as if anchoring himself, pulling her closer, drowning in her kiss.
The taste of her made him groan deep into her mouth, his tongue tangling with hers, hot and desperate.
She gasped when his hand moved higher, fingertips brushing dangerously close to the curve of her hip. She didn't push him away, instead, she wrapped her legs tighter around his waist, holding him there, refusing to let him go.
The kiss grew wild, messy, every sound between them amplifying, the soft slap of lips, the muffled moans, the groans that rumbled from his chest.
Then, in the middle of it, Oliver suddenly stopped. He pressed his forehead against hers, breathing hard, his body trembling with restraint.
"Athena…" he muttered, his voice hoarse. "Are you sure about this?"
