Abominations and gods who love them

"I don't want to." Talia resisted. But Denys would not take no for an answer. It was so sudden and primal when his lips mashed against hers as if trying to flatten and destroy her mouth. She pushed back, resisting his overpowering scent and fighting for dominance with her tongue pushing past his clenched teeth to the moist space within. The bristles of his beard scratched against her soft cheeks as she gripped his head firmly, keeping him secured as she invaded his memories. She worked her mouth against his, their tongues battling back and forth like wrestlers, each trying to pin the other as quick flashes pushed past her mind. There was nothing damning in his mind. She saw flashes of the day he saved her and how he fought day to day to keep her safe. It wasn't enough. Where was it? Where was the big bad secret? The more she indulged herself, the further her succubi dominated and before common sense could register, she tore his tunic in half and dropped it near his feet. Talia Trueborn is betrothed to the sea, fated to die. But then, he came into the picture. Poseidon's son.