I was going to scream for him. I would scream for that release.
I jerked against the railing headboard so hard that the bed creaked. I was lost—out of body. “Gavin—“
“Beg for it, Chloe,” he demanded as he picked up his pace, his fingers hooking inside me. “Beg your god.”
I did.
I pleaded with words I didn’t know I was saying. My body quaked down to my core. Every tease from the moments before came crashing down. I picked my hips up off the bed, eagerly moving with his tantalizing strokes.
He sat on the bed and began thrusting his fingers in and out with such vigor that my mind blanked. Pressing his chest to the back of my thigh, he pushed my leg forward and placed his other hand around my throat.
Pleasure ricocheted through me, and a tear fell down my cheek. I was reaching, reaching—reaching. I’d never felt my body under such a strain. His fingers on my throat squeezed beneath my jaw, making my vision cloud. A numbing sensation trickled over my skin with a violent tremor.
And when his breath hit my cheek, I couldn’t hold myself together any longer.
“Let that pretty pussy rain, sweet girl.”
My climax hit me like a slap to the face. I released with a scream. His hand was off my throat and from within me, and before I could even finish coming, his mouth was back between my thighs, and he was feasting on me like I was his last meal.
His tongue lashed inside me, and he drained my juices. Sucking my clit, I convulsed even harder. My legs were a flinching mess, but I could do nothing about his continuing to torture me—didn’twanthim to stop, no matter how much my body might cry for a break. It was pain and desire and greed unlike anything I’d ever known, a worship even, and I kept coming again before I could stop myself. Until I saw spots in my blurring vision, and I nearly began to cry from the overwhelming sensation.
As he finally straightened over me, I tried to catch my breath. I sniffed back my exhaustion and swallowed my tears. I couldn’t move, couldn’t feel my arms, my legs, or my hands.
Golden light hit the back of his figure, and for a brief second, I thought perhaps Iwaslooking at a god.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN - GAVIN
GODS, SHE WAS beautiful.
Her moan was a sound I wished I could put on repeat. The look in her eyes as she denied herself, the taste of her cum on my tongue, how her body responded to me… sofuckingbeautiful.
I released her wrists from the handcuffs, knowing her limbs were exhausted from straining, and she limped against the mattress, soft groans leaving her as she continued to come down from that high.
A quiet smile crept on my lips when I picked up my sweater from the floor with the intention of putting it on her.
“Can you hold your arms up for me?” I asked.
“Fuck you,” she muttered.
A laugh I barely recognized as my own left me. A genuine laugh. One that didn’t feel expected or forced. It warmed my stomach, and another look at her satiated face had that warmth traveling to my already aching cock.
“Right—“ I lifted her arms one by one, eventually getting the sweater on her and pulling her soft hair out from the back. As I started to pick her up into my arms, though, she reached for my face and drew me down to her lips.
I took a second, surprised by her actions, but caved into her desperate kiss, dropping her legs back onto the bed and holding her cheek while my other hand entwined in her hair. The kiss nearly sent me back onto the bed with her. Fuck, the things she did with her tongue… My cock was already throbbing from watching her come apart, and this kiss wasn’t helping matters.
I knew she needed a break more than my dick needed to be stroked. I wrapped my arm under her knees and picked her up off the bed, then took her into the living room and placed her on the couch. Her eyes closed and she groaned when I released her.
A reality show that I hated admitting I knew a lot about came up on the television screen upon turning it on. It caught my eye for a few minutes. I hadn’t seen this episode, but I tore myself away to go to her fridge when the commercial came on. I’d been reading ingredients on the drinks in her fridge earlier when she’d come out of the bedroom, grateful that she had turmeric coconut water in there to stay hydrated.
For a few seconds, I paused at the counter and pressed my hands down to the edges, regaining my breath and trying to force my hardened cock down. I wasn’t sure how long she would be out after that, but if she touched me within the next few minutes… fucking gods, I was going to lose it.
Snap out of it. She’s just another mortal. Think of terrible things, like your mother—
Gods, if she’d seen me like this, she’d have had a fucking field day. She’d never really enjoyed my antics over the centuries, calling me childish for the pranks and arrows, most especially with one particular exchange with Apollo that still made me laugh.
Oh, the fun that had been.
“Shit.”
