Blood of Zeus (Blood of Zeus #1) - Meredith Wild Page 0,82

The sound of my name on her lips is a raw, sexual sibilance, wrapping me tighter than the sweet tunnel of her perfect core.

“Kara.” I speak it back as complete worship. Transcendent praise. “Are you good?”

I’m pretty sure of the answer already, but a weirdly vain part of me wants to hear her say the words.

“So…damn…good.”

The words do me in even more. “Worth the wait,” I whisper back.

“You’re worth all of it. Everything—” Her own throaty cry is her interruption. “Oh…you…you’re making me—”

“Yes.” I husk it into her neck, already feeling the rhythmic shock waves taking over more and more of her shuddering frame. “Let it go, Kara. Give me everything.”

Her breath stops.

Her stare combusts.

Just before her scream decimates the air. And her body demands my climax.

“Fuck!” The second I steal to expel the word is all I get before the heat hits, racing to my center like an ignited bomb fuse. I go off with similar force just as a crack of thunder seems to break open the whole sky over the city.

I empty all I am into her, chasing completion while praying for any way to draw out the pleasure. Wishing there was a way to extend this single incredible moment between us that’s made up of all the others. All the longing that’s been building up inside me since the day I met her.

I don’t stop.

Because she hasn’t.

Her climax is a fascinating marathon to behold, peppered with her dazed smiles, delighted laughs, and moans that will haunt me every night I have to spend without her. It goes on and on, and with every new phase, I learn I’ve got even more to give her. Not just because of the extra things my body is suddenly capable of. It’s all the other things she’s bringing out of me. All my willing smiles and laughter. My unending passion and desire…

And astonishment.

Because I’ve never experienced anything like this. Anyone like this.

For all my lust-fueled prayers for this bliss to never end, I’m stunned by the completion I feel when it does. Everything—my restlessness, my anger, my confusion—simply melts with the quieting storm, like the gods spinning up the weather are finally sated too. They’ve found their way to some kind of peace…and so have I.

My heart is still pounding out uneven beats when Kara and I unpeel from each other and I collapse to my back next to her. Little tremors rack her between her heavy exhales. As I piece my brain back together, I remember exactly what we’ve just done. I should be taking care of her better than this.

I get up, walk to the bathroom, and return with a warm cloth.

She follows my journey with her heavy-lidded gaze. “What are you doing?”

“Cleaning you up.” I settle against the mattress and lift her knee to open her to me. “Having nothing between us can get messy.”

I run the cloth softly over her intimate flesh, though it takes tamping down a fresh flare of lust. Christ. That’s even before she starts undulating beneath my touch, humming softly as I stroke all her sweetest places. I have little doubt I could devote hours to the study of her body, taking mental notes of what will give her the most pleasure. Knowing every inch of her better than anyone ever will.

I flicker my gaze to hers, finding her no less rapt. I hook-shot the cloth across the room, where it lands in the hamper. My thoughts are already swimming toward all the ways I can have her next. And when exactly that can be. How soon is too soon?

Pump the brakes, Kane.

If I wasn’t fully obsessed with her before, I’m a lost cause now. That should worry me, but in this moment, I don’t even care. All I care about is that she’s in my bed, looking blissed out and well loved.

I do a double take when she captures her full bottom lip between her teeth, brighter glimmers igniting in her eyes.

“What is it?” I murmur, tracing my fingertips over her raised knee.

“I feel…” She lets go of a little sigh. “I feel so many things right now.”

I answer with a small smile. “I can relate.”

She blinks, more brilliant flecks flaring in her big irises. “You can?”

“Why does that surprise you?”

“Well…you knew what to expect.” She blushes.

It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. A sound rumbles from the center of my chest. Not a laugh, but a weight lifting free. “Kara Valari, no experience in my life has equaled that