The shadows expanded and tightened. My hips were stilled.
I couldn’t move.
My eyes flew open wide as Shade pulled away from me.
I was prepared to beg, to plead for him tocome back, tokeep touching me.
But I didn’t need to.
He didn’t go far.
He wasn’t leaving.
He yanked his own tunic off, leisurely taking in my form. He feasted on me with his eyes like a man starved.
The way my arms were lifted put my breasts on vulgar display, and I couldn’t move an inch to cover myself.
My skin ached from the absence of his touch, but I wasn’t cold. The shadow tendrils kept me warm.
I practically vibrated with tension.
“You are stunning, wife,” Shade murmured as he unclasped his trousers and let them fall to the floor at his feet. “A treasure. I am the luckiest man. The luckiestgod. The fates blessed me, more than I could have possibly deserved, by crossing my path with yours.”
The raw passion in his tone sent a shiver down my spine. I was left speechless.
“I wish to see more of you.Allof you,” he said. “May I?” He watched my face.
After a tight swallow, I nodded frantically.
He chuckled. “Out loud, wife.”
“Yes. Please,” I said immediately.
His face twisted. He dropped a hand to his undershorts, pressing on his bulging erection. His cock strained, begging to be set free, but he refused.
He set about undressing me fully.
Without releasing me from my shadowy restraints, he dropped to his knees in front of me. He unbuttoned mytrousers, painfully slowly, and then yanked them down in one smooth motion, pulling my undergarments with them.
I couldn’t stop the whine that escaped my throat.
He shifted my weight to one leg, and then the other, removing the trousers and tossing them aside.
I stood completely naked in front of him, wrapped only in tendrils of shadow.
His hands rested on my thighs.
He looked up, meeting my gaze, adoration painted on his face.
I nearly came undone. If he wasn’t supporting my weight with his shadows, I would have simply melted on the spot.
A wicked grin pulled at his mouth. “Do you like seeing a god kneel before you, Ginger?” he asked.
Arousal dripped from my soaked folds, slicking my inner thighs. “Yes,” I whispered.
His eyes scanned over every exposed inch of my skin, settling on my slick core for a long moment. He shuddered. His hands slid up an inch, closer to where I needed him.
And then his eyes returned to my face.
