“But I want to,” she says quietly. “They have taken enough from me.”
My lips press to her hair. “Then do exactly whatyouwant to do with me, love. I promise you, there is no touch of yours that I will not adore.”
I wait. Will wait forever if need be, for her to be ready, and if she never is then I will adore every part of her regardless. When she shifts back, I keep my body still. But I keep touching her.
Trying to offer her any comfort as her memories take her to places I can’t follow.
Her lips touch my skin again. Softer, this time, uncertain and without the firmness of that first touch, her hand brushes over me. Clasps me, and my cock jumps in her hand, hot and hard and leaking as I close my eyes.
“The bed,” she murmurs. She shifts out from beneath me, taking my hand. “I’d like to be in the bed.”
I follow her. Watch her closely, as she nudges me down first and follows without hesitation. Her knees settle on either side of my hips, and both of us suck in a breath as her wet heat brushes over my cock.
She does it again, as if experimenting. I look for her eyes, reassured at the stars that fill them. Reaching up, I push her hair back so I can see her more clearly.
Selene’s body softens, tense lines turning to fluid movement as she rubs herself over me, again and again. Until her lips part,those beautiful noises slipping free. My hands reach up, stroking her, cupping her breasts, encouraging her.
I could watch her forever. Could die happy if the sight of Selene finding her pleasure on me was the last thing I ever saw.
She slows. And we both watch, as she curls her fingers around my cock once more and guides me to her entrance. Wet heat envelops me; one, perfect inch at a time, and both of us moan. My head tips back against the bedding, my vision blurring and my hands on her waist as she swallows me, until her weight is fully upon me.
“You’re a goddess.” I curl my hands over her skin. “Perfect.”
Her eyes open slowly. Still uncertain. “Is this what you would want?”
A lump appears in my throat. “There are many things I want.”
My fingers trace circles in her skin. “I want to watch you sleeping in our bed.”
At the flush that steals over her skin, the softening of the tension in her face, I keep going. “To feed you at the table I’ll build for us with my own damn hands.”
Because Caelum knows, the table I just laid her out on won’t hold up under what I have planned for us. “And I want to love you under the moon. Just like this, Selene.”
I reach for her. Brush my fingers over her cheeks, her lips. Until she’s looking at me, her skin shining beneath the moonlight.
“Hala may be your goddess,” I say roughly. “But she’s not the one who brings me to my knees. They’re not just words when I say thatyouare perfect to me. This is perfect. As long as I am touching you—in any way, anywhere—I am content. As long as I get to love you, I am content. Do you understand?”
Her face almost crumples. Her hands settle against my chest. “I understand.”
“Good.” She leans forward, and my mouth seeks hers. Clumsy, and sweet. Selene shifts, rocking back and forth until she finds a rhythm she’s comfortable with.
Holy fucking gods.
We watch each other. Both of us, fully present, aware of the other, our fingers linked. The bed creaks beneath us, our breathing the only sound as she finds her pleasure and I find mine in her.
My release creeps up on me slowly. A tingle that begins in my lower body, muscles tightening and spasming as I lean forward, tracing my fingers over her. Softly, and then harder, rubbing in gentle circles until Selene gasps, her speed increasing as she bounces. “I don’t—can’t—”
“You can.” I lift my hips, helping her, twisting them as she cries out. “I want to hear you come, Selene. With me.”
Her throat flexes, arching upright as she pushes herself down on me and my fingers pluck at her clit, flicking and gently twisting until I feel the welcome heat of her around me. Muscles clench, clamping down tightly, and I jerk with my own release, my roar filling the room and probably the entire damned town as I push my hips up into that haven, carefully thrusting to nudge her through those final waves of release.
She slumps down across me. Sweat soaks the sheets beneath us, plastering us together as we fight for breath. “Was that… are you alright?”
Gods, don’t let me have hurt her.
Lips find my chest. “I’m good. Better than good.”
I kiss every single part of her that I can reach. She’s almost asleep when I shift us, her grumbled complaint cutting off as I lift her. “What are you doing?”
