Hey everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week's prompt is "frost". We are back with Juliet and Ares in my paranormal/Greek god romance.
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**Warning - there is adult language.**
Juliet followed him deeper into the palace. They hadn’t reached the throne room before he turned back to face her. Juliet hardly opened her mouth to greet him when he kissed her hard and deep. She clung to him for dear life as he gripped her close then pressed her against the wall with his body.
If only then she had realized he had fangs.
When they parted breathless from each other, he introduced himself as Antonius. He already knew who she was and he was prepared to pay her as much as she wanted to spend the night with her.
And what a night. No small talk, no games. Just the rawest, most decadent sex she ever had. The man was insatiable. The heat between them was undeniable. He fucked her until just before sunup then disappeared as she dozed off.
Antonius filled her bed every night for the next couple of weeks. He told her she was beautiful. He called her a goddess, a priceless work of art. He lauded her for her ruthlessness with the other men and women in the palace. He promised he would want her for eternity.
As each night with him passed, her feelings for him changed. They were no longer cold and professional, a woman pleasing a man for money. No. They were warm, sensual, powerful. She never felt that way about anyone else ever in her life. She didn’t want him to leave her when he slipped out from beneath her sheets. She begged him to stay. He always silenced her with a chaste kiss on her lips then disappeared into the night.
The other courtesans that gave into the notion of being a man’s mistress spoke of the concept of love. Was that was what she was feeling for Antonius?