92 At Her Mercy

Hera couldn't read the expression on his face except for his hooded eyes and tightened jaw. His body blocked the only light coming from the fireplace, illuminating the hall as he hovered over her. 

Her arms crossed over her chest reflexively, with her forearms covering her breasts while her eyes widened, and her breath hitched. Hunter uncrossed her arms and placed them on either side of her head. He caught her wrists holding her in place and ever so slowly lowered his head. He kissed her eyelids one after the other, pecked the tip of her nose, then kissed the side of her mouth.