wait for more. I need to come just as badly as he does.
“No,” he grits out, and then gives my hair a tug, just enough to make me lift my head off his cock. “That’s mine.”
“What’s yours?” I pant, breathless.
“That pussy.” His eyes flare with heat.
“I need more.” I squirm, rubbing my fingers through my soaking folds. “Is that so bad? Touching you gets me worked up—”
“You’ll wait,” he says, all arrogance.
I groan at his words, because as dickish as it is, it also makes me hot. Is this going to be a contest between us then? Because I can play that game, too. I pretend to acquiesce, moving my hand back to the bed, and take his cock with my other hand. I lean in, letting my breath fan over the wet head and hovering over it, teasing him.
“Faith,” he breathes, his gaze utterly fascinated as he watches me. “Take me into your mouth again.”
I look over at him and give him a sultry little smile. “You’ll wait.”
Laughter barks out of him, and in the next moment, he’s got us reversed. Suddenly I’m on my back and he’s the one over me. His hair slides over his shoulder and he grins down at me, full of lust and amusement. “You’re the only mortal who thinks she can go toe to toe with a god, aren’t you?”
I suck in an eager breath as his hands go to my body, jerking my thighs apart and sliding them around his hips. “Maybe I just like giving you a taste of your own medicine.”
“Or maybe you just like it when I take you hard and rough,” he murmurs, then leans in and claims my mouth with a punishing, possessive kiss. That’s the only warning I get before he thrusts into me, taking me just as hard and rough as he promised.
And oh god, it’s so good.
My hands go to his head, cradling him as he kisses me, sinking into the sensation as he pumps into me again and again, claiming me as his. I don’t care that his movements are a little rough, or that every stroke feels as if he’s pounding deep inside me. It means I can let loose, too. I grab his shoulders and dig my nails into his skin, and I arch when he thrusts. When he kisses me, I bite down on his lip, and that only makes him wilder. The bed shakes, pushing against the wall with a shivering noise like hay rustling, and it’s barely audible over the thunder crashing outside.
When I come, my entire body clenches and I cry out, shocked at how intense everything feels. Aron covers my breast with his hand, sending another shockwave through my body, and keeps taking me, wringing another orgasm through his hard, rocking thrusts. By the time he comes, I’m whimpering with the aftermath of the intense climax, and I clutch his sweaty body against mine as he collapses atop me.
I feel so at peace. So…happy.
I think of Yshrem, where Aron will “meet his destiny” and I squeeze my eyes shut. I don’t want to think about that today. I’ll just think about the man sprawled atop me, who feels so good I never want him to move.
“Tell me you love me,” I whisper, stroking his hair back from his face as he sits up.
Aron frowns, gazing down at me. He touches my cheek, caressing my face, and then shakes his head. “I am a god, Faith. We do not love.”
Strangely enough, that response doesn’t bother me, because I’m pretty sure he’s wrong. “You’d miss me if I died, though, wouldn’t you?”
His brows draw together, and thunder snaps overhead. “Why would you die?”
“I’m just saying—”
Aron shakes his head slowly. “You are not allowed to die, Faith. Do you understand me?” His jaw is clenched, and there’s a wild look in his eyes I haven’t seen before. “I forbid it.”
I nod, and when he leans in to kiss me again, I fight back a smile. Yeah, dude’s totally in love with me.
He just won’t admit it to himself.
66
We don’t leave the bed for three days.
Well, that’s not entirely true. I get up to pee, to eat, to drink, but other than that? I spend every moment with Aron. Kissing Aron. Touching Aron. Aron touching me. It’s a magical time, really. I think of it a bit like a honeymoon, where we’ve finally joined at a higher level and now we’re just enjoying each other and learning more as we