I’m ready to take me right fucking now.
“Oh gods…” She pressed back against his erection.
“I am your god.” He captured her jaw with his big hand and tipped her head back, until she could see the unabashed lust in his dark eyes locked firmly on her. “The only god you’re allowed to think about or cry out to.” His other hand slid lower, his fingertips just barely grazing her clit. “And you are all mine, female. Only mine now.”
He pressed a bruising kiss to her lips, his demanding tongue invading her mouth until she groaned. But the second his hand dipped lower, the instant his thumb moved over her clit and he pressed one long, thick finger deep inside her aching core, she was lost.
Tingles erupted in her sex. Pleasure streaked down her spine. She rocked against his hand, the marking in her hip sizzling against her skin. “Yes, yes… Oh fuck, yes…”
Just before the orgasm claimed her, he pulled his hand free, then whipped her around and shoved her back against the door once more.
She gasped. Grunted in protest as her eyes flew open. Then his lips captured hers, and his tongue dipped into her mouth. She moaned long and deep and reached for him, growing hot all over again.
He tasted like sin. Like salvation. Like heaven and hell and everything in between. Grasping his shirt as he claimed her mouth, she pushed it up his muscular chest, pulled back from his kiss, then yanked it over his head.
The dark fabric fell to the floor. Breathing hard, her gaze drifted over his toned shoulders, his chiseled pecs and rippling abs.
The cuts and scrapes from that satyr fight had already healed, were nothing but thin white lines now that would soon disappear. But they weren’t what caught her attention. No, her gaze was locked on the ink branding his skin. On the serpent tattoo wrapped around his right shoulder and arm. On the scorpion on his left biceps. On the edges of the conjoined alpha and omega marking on his hip barely peeking out from beneath the waistband of his pants.
Her hand drifted to the exposed lines of that marking, heat singeing her fingertips at the first touch. He growled and lowered his mouth to hers once more. And as she kissed him back, the matching marking in her own hip flared hot and bright, searing her skin with the need to feel his bare flesh against hers. Anywhere. Everywhere.
“Zagreus…” She tipped her head the other direction and kissed him deeper. “I want you.”
He flicked the barbell through her left nipple. Shards of electricity shot to her sex, making her groan into his mouth. His other hand cupped and squeezed her right breast until she saw stars. Until she was seconds from begging him to take her.
“These are so fucking sexy.” He broke the kiss, then lowered his head and ran his tongue around her pierced nipple.
“Oh…” Dropping one hand to the top of his head, she arched into his mouth and rubbed her sex against his erection. “More.”
“I’ve been dying to get my mouth on these ever since I saw them in the tower.”
Just knowing he’d seen her naked in that tower made her blood white-hot and that need roar even stronger.
He moved to her other nipple, teased and taunted the hard tip until she thought she’d go mad, then drew her deep into his mouth and suckled.
Her whole body trembled. She loved what he was doing but wanted more. Needed everything. She reached for the waistband of his pants, desperate to get them off. To strip him naked so she could feel every part of him against her. He moved out of her reach before she could get more than the top button undone.
Her eyes flew open. A protest formed on her lips. But it never left her throat because he dropped to his knees and pushed her legs apart.
“I need to taste you.” His tongue swept across her clit.
“Oh my god…” Her head fell back against the door. She braced one hand on the molding and the other against the handle to hold herself upright, then rocked against his sinful tongue, lapping and tormenting her tender flesh. “Yes, there…”
“Mm.” He hummed against her, working her over with his tongue. “This is mine, mono mia. Only mine.” One thick finger pressed deep inside her, drawing another groan from her throat. “Say it’s mine.”
“It’s yours.” She tightened around his thrusting finger, rubbed against his mouth. An orgasm she knew