want to be fair, I didn’t ‘try’ to fix things,” I point out. “I did fix them. You’re welcome.”
His single eye gleams, his expression hard. “I still think you need punishment.”
I sputter at the word “punishment,” but then he shifts his weight and I can feel the hard length of his erection pushing against my hip. Ah. That kind of punishment. I’m wet just thinking about it, and I squirm in his lap. “What are you going to do?”
Aron considers me, then reaches for the shoulder of my dress. He grabs a handful and rips it off, exposing my breast. “I don’t like how Rhagos looked at you,” my god murmurs. “He was very intrigued by you, you know. He had no idea a female of your world would be so…”
“Independent? Strong willed?”
“Mouthy.” Aron runs the pad of his thumb over my nipple. “He thought to keep you for his own. I’m tempted to go to war with him, too, for daring to even look at you.”
I moan, shifting in my seat as he teases me. “I don’t want to belong to anyone but you.”
“Even if I punish you?”
“What, a spanking?” When his eye gleams with interest, I rise to the challenge. “You want to spank me? Fine, then.” I get up, shuck the rest of the black dress off, and then bend over in front of his throne, deliberately teasing him. “Spank away.”
I love that he growls low in his throat, that he snatches me from around the hips and drags me backward. He’s gentle even as he pushes me over one arm of the chair, and then my bare butt is in his lap and I’m bent in half.
One big hand settles over my ass, and I suck in a breath to feel the heat of his palm resting on my skin. I’m so turned on right now.
“No,” he says, caressing my buttocks. “Striking you is never the answer, my sweet anchor. You require a different kind of punishment.”
He spreads my thighs apart, then pushes two fingers into my pussy.
I moan, jerking in response at the sensation. Oh god, I hadn’t expected that, or how good it’d feel. “Aron,” I pant, clutching at his throne. “Oh god, please—”
“Yes, I do think I am your god now,” he says in that same low, sexy voice, even as he thrusts deep into me with his fingers once more. His thumb skims along my wet folds and rubs against my clit, and I cry out. “You are my anchor, tethered to me for all time, and I am your lord of storms. Nothing will ever separate us again, Faith.”
His finger shifts inside me, and then he’s rubbing my G-spot. I choke out his name, wheeze, curse, and basically lose all control until I come, hard. Then, I just laugh and laugh even as the orgasm rolls through me and my legs feel like rubber bands stretched too tight, because that was amazing and perfect.
I’ve missed this man so badly, with every aching fiber of my being. I feel incredibly lucky that I get to have this time with him, to be in his lap, in his keep, celebrating his return. I want to cry with how perfect it feels. A hot tear slips down my cheek, then a second one, and then I’m sobbing because I thought I’d lost him for good. I’m overwhelmed.
“Shh, Faith. I have you. I’m here.” He pulls me off of the arm of the throne and back into his lap. His hands are on my face, stroking my arms, caressing me anywhere and everywhere. “Nothing will ever separate us again.”
“I missed you,” I sob against his mouth between kisses. “I missed you so much.”
“You were brave,” he tells me. “You did what you felt you had to in order to save me. I’m both humbled and terrified at the way your mind works.” When I let out a watery laugh, he kisses me again. “And I love you. I didn’t think gods could feel such things, but what I feel for you…there is no better term. You are everything to me. Everything I could ever want, everything I need.”
“I love you, too,” I whisper, caressing his dear face. “I love you so much.”
He simply holds me close, lightly kissing my mouth with gentle nips. I love that this big, fearsome man—this god—can be tender with me and fierce to the rest of the world. How I love him. I kiss him again, and then the kiss