Chapter 31
“Can I have you? Will you let me make love to you?” he asks.
She bites her swollen lower lip, nodding.
Zorg, he wants to rip her clothes off and drive inside her so he can drown out his grief with the feel of her body.
The feel of being so close to her. The ache in his chest and the comfort she gives .
. . the desire she stokes inside him . . . it’s a dangerous cocktail.
The reckless feeling he gets every time she’s near tips him past his breaking point.
That coy fucking nod. He presses her into the couch, trailing open-mouthed bites and kisses down the column of her throat.
Then lower. As his teeth graze over the mound of her covered breast, she arches toward him.
“Too many fucking clothes.” He quickly tugs her top off and tosses it aside.
He does the same with her leggings, revealing the warm, smooth expanse of her thighs.
He sits back on his knees to take her in.
She’s not wearing a bra. Only a barely-there pair of teal lacy panties sit low on her hips.
He groans at the sight of her. “You’re so beautiful.
” He runs trembling hands over her skin, eliciting a delicious shiver.
Is he nervous? He clenches his fist. This is not the time to lose confidence.
Make this about her, you animal. “Incredible.” He settles beside her, claiming her mouth once again as his hand trails over her ribs, down her stomach, and lower.
“I’m eager to kiss you here,” he slips his fingers inside her panties, “but I’m afraid if I taste you, I’ll finish too soon and I need this to last.”
“Next time,” she says, whimpering as he grazes her clit.
Encouraged, he steadily increases the pressure, drawing circles, then spelling out his name. When he finishes the 6, he slides his finger lower and dips into her wet heat.
“Did you just spell your name?” she asks, gripping his bicep as he pumps into her.
“Mmmhmm,” he hums into her neck. “Mine,” he growls, stealing a line from one of the books he read, partly for dramatic effect and partly because he sure as fuck means it.
It earns him a giggle. “No laughing during sex,” he scolds.
When his finger curls forward, her neck arches back as she groans in pleasure. That sound has his cock twitching.
“Tell me what you need, Electra, and I’ll give it to you.”
“I need more.” Her words come out as a whine this time.
She sighs as he adds another finger, stretching her. Curling them, massaging until her breaths are shallow gasps. He watches her eyes squeeze shut and the first of the tremors start. “That’s it. So good,” he praises.
It takes an effort to keep up the slow, steady rhythm—every one of his baser instincts is urging him to yank his fingers out, part her legs, and thrust inside.
His jealous cock aches as his efforts pay off. Her inner walls clench, and she cries out.
“Oh, God! Res6—it feels—” Gasping, she curls into him, her thighs gripping his hand to keep it pressed deep inside her. “Oh, fuck.”
When her breathing steadies, he leans over her. “Such a dirty mouth.”
She rolls her eyes. “You’ve read my books. Don’t look surprised.”
“You’re going to give me interesting ideas.” He chuckles, unfastening his pants, shoving them off and readjusting so he’s kneeling between her legs.
Her eyes widen as she takes him in. “You’re my own personal Adonis.”
“Who?”
She giggles. “A Greek god known for his remarkable beauty. And lover of Aphrodite, goddess of love, beauty, and pleasure.”
He tugs at the lace at her hip. “I suppose that fits, then.” Her brow raises. “You write love and give people pleasure.”
“It was meant to be a compliment.”
“How about you compliment me by allowing me to take these off so I can fuck you?” He grips the base of his aching cock in emphasis. Desire flares in her eyes as she watches him stroke himself.
She lifts her hips, which he takes as the signal. A second later, her panties join the pile of clothing on the floor, and he’s leaning over her, lining himself up. He trembles with anticipation. “I have the pregnancy-prevention chip.”
Her brows furrow. “Shit. I didn’t even think about it.”
“I don’t have to come inside you.”
Another shift of her hips presses his tip into her entrance. A cheeky grin spreads across her beautiful face. “Where do you want to come, Res6?”
Still gripping the base of his cock with one hand, he uses the other to thread their fingers together and raise them over her head, so his body is splayed across hers, their noses touching.
He nudges his hips forward, releasing himself as he nestles into the cradle of her hips.
“Here. I don’t want to pull out of you until we’re both boneless. ”
Her hips lift, forcing him deeper. Pleasure causes his vision to flash white.
“Then don’t,” she says.
He thrusts, bottoming out. Swallowing her gasp, he meets the movement of her hips. His entire body trembles as pleasure quickly builds low in his spine. Too fast. “Electra, fuck, you feel so good. I don’t know how long I’ll last.”
She squeezes, drawing a ragged exhale from him. He pulls out, dropping his forehead to hers and trying to catch his breath. “I’m serious, you wicked human woman. Behave, or I’ll come.”
“Don’t hold back, Res6. I want everything.” She fists his hair, twists his head, and bites his earlobe—delicious prickles race down his spine. She whispers, “All of you,” and he almost loses it.
He grits his teeth, clinging to control. “I have to know what you feel like coming on my cock first.” Resolved, he slams in harder this time. “I need to know. I’ve been dreaming about this. About you. I need to feel you squeeze around me.”
By the mercy of the non-deities, he gets a second wind. Her cries of “Don’t stop,” “More,” and “Just like that” drive him to thrust harder and deeper.
Beneath him, she goes pliant, lost to the pleasure of their bodies, letting him chase their pleasure.
He groans, allowing the moment to sweep over him.
Time is fuzzy, and there’s only the two of them in existence.
No worries, no loss, just them and the unearthly feelings her body is drawing from his.
Somewhere at the edge of his awareness, fingernails dig into his shoulders, drawing his attention.
She’s close. The way her legs tremble—he needs to get her there before he loses himself to this feeling.
“So perfect,” he encourages. Then a string of praise between labored breaths. “You feel so good. So wet for me. You fit me so perfectly.” More gasps and moans. Then, he begs, “Please come for me, Electra. I can’t hold it back—shit.”
“Oh God, please.” He slams into her over and over until she cries out, shuddering beneath him.
“Fuck,” he shouts, following her over the edge.
Time stops. Their gazes meet. The supposed lovesick look in his eyes is in hers too.
It’s like starlight. It fills him to the point of bursting.
Then he’s shattering. Pleasure so euphoric it’s almost painful.
He is drowning in her, his body tensing, jerking.
His release fills her as blinding pleasure radiates from where he pulses inside her.
“Electra,” he says, gasping. Needing to say her name.
To connect the real human woman beneath him to the sensations, the aftershocks, that are overwhelming him.
That wasn’t just sex. He’s had plenty of meaningless sex to know the difference.
Could she feel it too? That they just had the type of sex that justifies one’s existence.
Life-affirming sex. He hovers over her, still inside, for a long moment.
Their foreheads press together, their heartbeats returning to baseline.
“You okay?” he asks, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips.
She grips his side, but not to push him away. “That was intense.”
“I’m sorry—”
“Perfect. I meant to say perfect. It’s never been like that before.”
He pushes away any notion of jealousy toward whoever before might refer to, in favor of the chest-expanding pride he feels at the monumental thing that just occurred between them.
At least something is going right. “Me either,” he admits.
If only there were a way to freeze this moment in time.
Capture it and preserve it so he could relive it.
But he doesn’t need a simulation or a memory.
She’s here with him and not going anywhere.
Perhaps they’ll find themselves in this exact position again in a few hours.
He grins against her lips and repeats, “Me either.”