“Yes,” he snapped. “They also taught me not to covet what I could not have. Why are you taunting me like this? It's bad enough having the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in the same room with me, without her teasing me like a cat does a mouse. I know I can't have you. Don't make it any worse than it has to be.”
“Thomas, there is a world of difference between enjoying the beauty of one who wishes to make the signs of her pleasure a gift to you, and that of a brutal r****t who cares for nothing but his own lust.
“This is a gift. Treasure it. Do you think I would do this for just any mortal?”
“No. Maybe. Yes. How should I know? How many goddesses do you think I have met in my life, anyway?
“And,” he said, the red blood rushing to his face, “watching you as you make yourself happy...
