Chapter 60

Achilles's stamina was a testament to his supernatural heritage, allowing him to maintain a steady, punishing rhythm that had Shea's body singing with pleasure. Her moans filled the room, a symphony of desire that spurred Achilles on. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit and circling it in time with his thrusts, eliciting gasps and whimpers from Shea's lips.

Their lovemaking was a dance of primal need, each movement, each touch, building upon the last to create a crescendo of sensation. Achilles could feel the telltale tingle at the base of his spine, the warning that his own release was imminent, but he gritted his teeth, determined to hold off until Shea found her pleasure once more.

"You feel so fucking good," Achilles growled, his voice raw with desire. "I could stay buried inside you forever."

Shea's response was a breathy moan, her body shuddering beneath his touch. She pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with an eagerness that drove him wild. "Harder, Achilles," she panted, her words a desperate plea. "I want to feel you for days."

Achilles obliged, increasing the force of his thrusts until the sound of their bodies colliding echoed through the room. He could feel Shea's inner walls tightening around him, a clear sign that she was close to the edge once again.

With a final, powerful thrust, Achilles sent them both tumbling over the precipice. His orgasm ripped through him like a freight train, a wave of pleasure so intense it left him momentarily blinded. He pulsed inside her, each spurt of his release accompanied by a low growl of satisfaction.

Shea's own climax followed closely behind, her body convulsing around his as she cried out his name. They collapsed onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, their bodies slick with sweat and trembling from the aftershocks of their passion.

For a moment, they lay there in silence, their ragged breaths the only sound in the room. Then, with a soft chuckle, Achilles rolled onto his side, pulling Shea against him. "I think you've ruined me for all other women," he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to her temple.

Shea smiled, a sense of contentment washing over her. "Good," she said, tracing lazy patterns on his chest. "I don't plan on sharing you anytime soon."

Their laughter mingled together, a sweet sound that belied the intensity of their lovemaking. As they basked in the glow of their connection, it was clear that their bond was only growing stronger with each passing moment.

In the afterglow of their passion, Achilles and Shea lay intertwined, the soft sheets a tangled mess around them. The room was filled with the heady scent of their lovemaking, a potent mixture of sweat and desire that seemed to echo the intensity of their connection.

Achilles traced the curve of Shea's hip with a languid finger, his touch light and teasing. Shea, her skin still flushed from their escapades, arched into his touch with a contented sigh. "You know," she began, her voice a sultry whisper, "for someone who's supposed to be protecting me, you're doing a terrible job of keeping things... professional."

A playful smirk tugged at the corners of Achilles's mouth as he met her gaze, his hand moving to tangle in the dark waves of her hair. "Well," he countered, his voice a low rumble, "I can't help it if you're irresistible."

Shea's laughter was a melodic sound that seemed to fill the room, her eyes shining with amusement. She shifted closer to him, her leg draping over his as she propped herself up on one elbow. "Irresistible, huh?" she teased, her fingertips dancing over the contours of his chest. "I'll take that as a compliment."

Their banter was light and playful, a stark contrast to the intense passion that had consumed them only moments before. Yet, despite the levity of their words, the air between them was charged with an undercurrent of desire that refused to be quelled.

Shea's hand drifted lower, her fingers tracing the V of muscle that disappeared beneath the sheets. Achilles's breath hitched as she boldly cupped him through the fabric, a thrill of anticipation coursing through him at her touch. "We should probably be careful, though," Shea said, her tone turning slightly more serious even as her fingers continued their exploration. "Getting pregnant is the last thing we need right now, with everything that's going on."

Achilles caught her wrist gently, stilling her movements. "I understand," he said, his gaze locked with hers. "We'll be careful."

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Shea pulled her hand free from his grasp and began to ease the sheets down his body, exposing the evidence of his arousal. "But that doesn't mean we can't still have a little fun," she purred, her eyes darkening with desire.

Before Achilles could respond, Shea descended, her lips blazing a trail of fire down his chest and abdomen. He gasped as she took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip before she took him deeper, her movements slow and deliberate.

Achilles's hands fisted in the sheets, his body tensing with pleasure as Shea worked her magic. Her name escaped his lips in a ragged whisper, the sound mingling with the wet, rhythmic sounds of her ministrations. He was lost in a sea of sensation, each stroke of her tongue sending him closer and closer to the edge.

As Shea brought him to the brink, Achilles could do nothing but surrender to the exquisite pleasure she was so skillfully delivering. His orgasm hit him like a freight train, a deep, guttural moan tearing from his throat as he spilled into her mouth.

Shea drew back slowly, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as she met his dazed gaze. Achilles reached for her, pulling her up to lie beside him as they both struggled to catch their breath. "You," he panted, his voice filled with awe and admiration, "are incredible."

Shea merely hummed in contentment, snuggling against his side as she draped an arm over his chest.