Pandora's Ghost [Book 2]

Chapter 32 : Bathtub

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Jaguars. More specifically, panthers were linked to the greek god Dionysus.

He was supposedly nursed by panthers,

And in some depictions, rode a chariot pulled by large cats. 

The god of wine was strongly linked to the unleashing of desires.

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I snapped my thighs shut and adjusted my skewed nightdress which had ridden up to expose a glimpse of my cute red-laced lingerie. Liam's chest rumbled at the sight, the love for his favorite color broke through the surface.

He folded his arms and leaned against a dresser. The sharp dents of his naked hips caught my attention. After having a taste of his lustful ability, it made sense for the sins to send him first. Any woman would've fallen at his heel, begging him to have his way. I guess Lamia wasn't bluffing when she described his ability.

He could have you in his bed in less than two seconds.

"You've zoned out." Liam inclined his head and observed under hooded eyelids. "Don't worry. If we're going to have a blissful night, I prefer we do it with a clean conscious. It's always beautiful when done willingly. If you want, we could use my abilities to spice things up."

My cheeks heated, knowing exactly what he meant. I massaged my wrist; the feeling of his phantom restraints had etched itself into my memory. The forbidden thought left me intrigued.

Liam placed his hands behind him on the dresser and leaned back. He bowed his head, dark messy locks fell over his forehead as his throat moved. His eyes were rapidly switching between green and red.

"Are you okay?" I shifted towards the edge of the bed.

"Don't come any closer," he halted my pursuit, hands balled into fists. "Just...give me a minute to calm him down."

I swallowed, feeling my pulse pound. "By 'him' do you mean Lust or..." I glanced at the odd tent in his jeans. The evidence of his arousal. "...something else."