My wicked grin grows as the other side falls free, completely revealing the daring, seductive garment that has been hiding beneath.

His eyes widen and then narrow with disapproval. I stalk toward his bed with the goddess persona I've completely dove into. He swallows harder as I slowly stretch my leg across his body and sit astride him. His body stiffens as my weight presses against his lap, and I can hear him groaning as he fights the urge to take me.

"Adisia, you can't do this. It's not fair," he crackles out.

"I never claimed to fight fair," I seduce as the green eyes threaten his wavering strength all the more.

I bend to kiss his bare chest, and he squirms beneath my lips pressing softly against him. I smile as I drag my lower lip down his abdomen and back up chest and then kiss his shoulder lightly.

He grips my hips firmly, and I'm worried he's about to throw me off him. His eyes glare into mine, and then he flips me to be under him on the bed as his lips devour mine.

His hips grind against me, and the overwhelming throbbing sensation is almost painful. His hand slides up my leg, over the stocking, until it reaches the bare skin exposed at the top of my thigh.

"Damn you," he murmurs against my lips.

His reluctant submission is my undoing, and I respond by gripping him tighter against me and thrusting my hips up to bash against his. He grips me harder, and I can feel his breath swarming inside my mouth, filling me with all the more desire. Aphrodite applauds my successful seduction as the bed creaks beneath us.

"You make it impossible for someone to stay mad. You realize that, don't you?" Devin says with exaggerated irritation.

I smirk triumphantly as I feel the badly damaged guest bed that has taken the full brunt of the angry sex we just thoroughly reveled in.

"Yes, but it's fun to make up," I tease seductively.

He tries to stifle a grin, but to no avail. He rolls his eyes as he pulls me into his arms, and I can feel how immensely the ice has melted away from his touch.

"I love you, Adisia. Promise me you won't take this sort of risk again," he almost pleads.

My eyes soften and lose their seductive edge when I see how truly sincere he is.

"I promise. I understand a little better now. I love you, too."

His lips cover mine, and then the news catches his attention, pulling him away from me.

"A number of people died today during an explosion that rattled the city of San Diego. Police are investigating the possibility of a ruptured gas line, while others speculate the possibility of a terrorist attack. Dean Stables in on site now-"

Devin cuts off the television and dials a number on his phone. My breath is rasp as I listen in.

"They're in California. They must have tracked us there somehow," he barks before the person even says hello.

"So they're in New York and in California. How are they scouring so much at once?" Deacon asks.

"I don't know, but we need to show extreme caution. They've modified the news on their own. I don't know what's going on right now," Devin says with an air of frustration.

"How's Adisia? You weren't too hard on her, were you?" Deacon mumbles.

Devin rolls his eyes as the bed creaks again before dropping a shattered piece of wood to the floor, forcing me to stifle my laugh.

"No. She didn't give me the opportunity," he huffs.

Deacon starts laughing, and I shine a smug smirk.

"What did you expect from an Aphrodite?" he chuckles.

Devin lets a small laugh escape, and then wipes the smile from his face.

"Get some sleep. We've got work to do later," Devin says with a heavy tone.

"No problem," Deacon responds seriously.

An unexplainable smirk spreads to Devin's face as he continues with a bit of a teasing tone.

"Could you hand the phone to Camara?"

"Bloody prying psychic. Yeah," Deacon grumbles.

I clamp my hand over my mouth to stifle a laugh, and Devin's grin spreads bigger.

"Hey, Devin," Camara murmurs with a touch of embarrassment.

"Can you come here in the morning?" he asks while holding his humor at bay.

"Yeah. No problem," she quickly responds.

He hangs up while snickering slightly.

"That was just cruel," I chuckle out.

He shrugs as he kisses me and pulls me under his perfectly divine body. His eyes dance with seduction as he teases me.

"No. Wearing that ridiculously sexy attire when I'm working incredibly hard to be mad at you is cruel."

I blush slightly under his adoring eyes, and my lips move back to find his.

"I didn't wear it for very long," I seduce through the kiss.

He pulls back and laughs a little as he tosses the ripped pieces of the once enticing corset to the ground.

"I'll buy you a new one," he tempts.

I smile lightly as he pulls me to him, and the flames erupt around us as the passion reignites.

"I hope you're not sleepy," I dare.

He smirks deviously.

"Not in the least."

The passion wins us over, and the outside world ceases to exist for the moment. But then I draw back slightly as the question that has been plaguing my mind springs from my mouth.

"Is your heir mandated? I mean, are there only sons of Poseidon, or can there be daughters as well?" I ask nervously.

I see a smile spread over his face when he realizes my reason for asking. He kisses me softly while removing a stray piece of hair from my face.

"You're planning ahead. Does that mean you want kids?" he asks with an excited flare.

I blush instantly when I realize what a complete freak I sound like. I can't sound like the loon planning a family a couple weeks into a relationship.

"I was just asking. I only learned about the mandated genders earlier," I stumble out.

He smiles gently as he pulls the back of my hand to his lips and trails his kisses up to my wrist.

"Oh. So you're not asking if we can have children together?" he teases.

I roll my eyes at myself. Why did I just blurt that out?

"I... um... well... I meant," I babble.

He smirks and sits up to stare down at me. He pulls me into his lap and kisses my forehead.

"I actually have a female cousin from my Poseidon side, so there is no mandate stating all heirs of Poseidon have to be male. I'll able to have a daughter with you one day, if that's what you're asking."

My eyes fall prey to his dissolving gaze. I squirm uncomfortably under the indescribable look he's giving me.

"Please don't think I'm crazy. I wasn't saying I want or expect children anytime soon, especially not with all of this other crazy stuff going on."

His smile grows, and I realize the accidental confession I've just shared with him. My cheeks instantly burn brighter.

"But you're planning on spending your life with me and having children with me in the future," he says softly.

Holy crap. I just keep digging a hole with my ridiculous inability to find a clever way out of this madness.

"I didn't mean to... oh, I sound like a psycho right now. I give up," I gasp while throwing my head in my hands to cover my face.

He laughs at me as he kisses me on top of the head. He shifts me back onto the bed as he climbs out from under me.

"Did I scare you off?" I ask mildly as he walks out of the room.

I hear him laughing lightly from his bedroom, and I stand up to pull on the black satin robe. I follow his lead with embarrassment etching its way into my face with more definition.

"Don't laugh at me," I pout, sounding a little childish.

I turn the corner to see him digging around in his bag, and I sit down on the new bed we've yet to christen.

"I'm not laughing at you, baby," he snickers out.

"Don't patronize me either," I huff.

He laughs a little louder as he pulls out a gift wrapped box. It's about the size of a shoe box, and the gallant ribbons drip elegantly. His laughter slowly fades as he walks over and hands it to me.

"I got you something while I was away," he says with a humorless, endearing smile.

"Why did you get me a present?"

His eyes stare into mine as they freely pour out sincerity.

"Because I missed you. Open it," he prompts with an adorable grin.

I smile giddily as I slowly untie the decadent bow. He kisses me on the head as I continue to unravel the lavish wrapping.

I open the lid to find a beautiful jade jewelry box. I also find a pair of diamond earrings glistening through a transparent container.

"Wow. I can't take these. This is way too much," I gush.

He smiles as he pulls out something I've missed. There's a necklace in the shape of a wavy heart. The platinum marvel slides against my neck as he fastens it onto me.

"Devin, this is ridiculous. I can't wear stuff this expensive," I mumble.

He smiles as he brushes my hair away to kiss my shoulder.

"You're my everything. I can buy you some jewelry if I want to. Look in the mirror at how beautiful you are, and try on the earrings," he prompts while lying back on the bed.

I smile a girly grin as I walk over to the mirror. I put the earrings on and stare at the girl wearing the expensive jewels. The necklace settles against my chest and I'm fascinated by how incredible he is to me.

"I love it," I breathe.

"Good," he says with a heart-melting smile.

I start to climb back onto the bed, but he holds his hand up.

"You might want to put that in your new jewelry box. I'd hate for something to break or get lost before you get to wear them out in public," he says gently while rubbing my side.

I smile as I move away from the bed - the bed he hasn't even mentioned.

"How do you like the new bed?" I ask gently as I walk back over to the dresser where I left the jade box.

"It feels sturdy, but I question its sustainability against your seductive wrath," he jokes.

I giggle lightly as I open the new jewelry box, and I gasp as I look inside it. I pull out a large, princess cut diamond ring. I examine it closely to see green and blue sapphires made into the band. I stare at it quizzically for a moment before I realize what it is. I gasp even louder when I do.

I hold it up as I whirl around to see Devin on one knee in front of me. His nervous eyes match his tone as he speaks.

"I've walked through centuries without even realizing five years had passed, but these past eight days without you have felt like a millennium. I realized I can't be without you, and I don't want to ever lose you. I know this is sudden, and possibly crazy, but I don't want to waste time, even if we have an eternity of it. I love you, Adisia. Will you please be my wife?" he asks so genuinely.

Tears have been building up the entire time he's been proposing, and now they're slowly starting to slide down my cheeks. I swallow hard against the gigantic knot that has almost closed up my throat, and I cough out the only words I can speak.

"Yes. I will."

Tears stream more freely from my eyes, and he flashes up from the ground to cup my face in his hands before his lips envelope mine. His hands slowly move down my body, and he pulls me tighter into a more devoted embrace.