Chapter 77 Healing & Heat
Chapter 77 Healing & Heat
Selene
The wine burns a little going down. Not in a bad way—just enough to remind me I’m still alive.
The rooftop air is cool against my bare skin, but the hot tub soothes the ache in my muscles. I stretch my arms along the edge and tip my head back, letting the bubbles rise around me.
For the first time in what feels like weeks, I feel… light. Not okay. Not whole. But something close to it being able to cope .
I swirl the wine in my glass, watching the city skyline blur in the reflection.
John steps out onto the terrace, phone in hand, his voice low and clipped as he finishes a call. His eyes find me instantly. The second he sees me smiling at him , the corner of his mouth lifts in a slow, deliberate smile.
I raise the glass to him. “You just going to stand there and stare or are you going to join me?”
He arches a brow. “You’re tipsy.”
“I’m relaxed.”
“You’re trouble.”
I smirk. “You love trouble.”
He sets his phone down on the table and walks over slowly, eyes locked on mine. His gaze drops just briefly, skimming over my breasts, the water licking at my skin. I see the tension in his jaw. The restraint.
I rise up, water cascading down my body, and sit on the edge of the tub, legs slightly parted.
John pauses.
“Selene…” His voice is low. Warning.
I lick my lips, tilt my head. “You’ve been so good. So careful with me. But right now, I don’t want gentle. I want you.”
His hands slide to my thighs, gripping them with reverent strength. He steps closer, kissing my knee, then the inside of my thigh.
“You sure?” he asks, his voice rough, hot breath ghosting over sensitive skin.
I nod, breath catching. “Yes.”
He doesn’t make me beg.
John sinks to his knees and pulls me closer to the edge, spreading me open with a quiet groan. His mouth finds me with no hesitation, tongue teasing and slow at first—then purposeful. His tongue flicking my clit gently as he spreads my lips open .
My back arches, hands fisting in his hair as he devours me like he’s starving.
“John,” I gasp, hips grinding gently against his face, the pleasure climbing fast, furious, unstoppable.
He moans into me, hands locked on my hips, holding me steady as he works me over like a man possessed. His tongue finds every perfect spot. He doesn’t let up until I’m shaking, crying out his name as I fall apart.
I collapse against the stone edge, trembling, legs still wrapped around his shoulders.
But when I reach for him—wet, flushed, undone—he pulls back.
I blink down at him. “Wait… what are you doing?”
He kisses the inside of my thigh and stands, brushing wet hair from my face.
“I’m not taking you tonight,” he says softly. “Not like this. You needed to feel pleasure. Not pressure.”
I blink, stunned. Frustrated. But my heart clenches with something deeper than lust.
Love.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” I whisper.
He grins. “Nah. I plan on keeping you alive for a long, long time.”
Meanwhile…across the pond .
Adrian
Greece is warm. Golden. Salt in the air, sunlight on stone. But none of it touches the frost in my chest.
At least, not until I hear Kostas laugh.
I glance over at him from where I’m looking for something to wear in the closet in the villa’s master bedroom. He had insisted that we share the room. I can’t help but stare at him. He’s shirtless, wearing only linen pants, tanned and beautiful, like some carved god from mythology.
“You’re staring,” he says without looking up.
“Hard not to,” I mutter.
He crosses the room in three strides and pulls me to him without hesitation. “Then stop thinking. For one night, Adrian—just feel.”
I kiss him before I can talk myself out of it.
It starts slow. But it doesn’t stay that way.
Clothes fall away in seconds. He pushes me back onto the bed, his body covering mine, hot and heavy and demanding.
We’ve danced around this since we got back. The tension. The touches. The looks, holding each other as we fall asleep. But now?
Now we burn.
His mouth is everywhere—neck, chest, abs, lower. I flip him over and take control, moaning into his skin, making him beg and growl and grab at sheets as I take him deep down my throat. His moans making me hard. I flip him onto his knees and grab some lube and spread it over his tight bud and my raging cock. And I slowly push into him and moan as he thrust back eagerly . When he urges me to fuck him harder I pick up the pace and slam into him , as he jerks himself off .
We fall into each other like a storm. Deep. Intense. Filthy. Perfect.
Afterward, we lie tangled in the sheets, breathing hard, the room smelling like sweat and sin.
Kostas reaches for his phone, still panting.
“What are you doing?” I ask, laughing.
He holds it up, snaps a picture of us—naked, flushed, limbs entwined.
“Sending it to Selene and John,” he smirks.
I raise an eyebrow. “That’s cruel.”
“It’s motivation,” he replies, typing out the caption:
“Look at what you’re missing. 😈 – K & A”
He hits send.
And we both laugh like the bastards we are.