“It’s not a mistake, Quentin. You are mine for eternity.”
Eternity.
Gods were immortal.
I was immortal.
If we convinced the council, then Gray and I would have an eternity together. The prospect both excited and terrified me.
He leant in and kissed me again, snaking his tongue into my mouth. Mine met his, but for the first time, there was no urgency in our movements. It was a gentle caress that made my toes curl. My fingers sank into his hair and his hands ran along my back, tickling the skin with the lightness of it. He shifted us carefully, so that I was under him, back pressed against the mattress.
“That is,” he said, “if that’s what you want.”
“Yes,” I replied, staring up at him. I placed my hand on his chest, above his heart. “I’m sorry it took me so long to realise it. To admit it.”
“You don’t need to apologise, Quen. My soulbound.”
He brought his face down to the crook of my neck, kissing my pulse point and forcing me to tip my head back. A small moan escaped my lips as he nipped the juncture between my neck and shoulder. The room was chilly, but with Gray’s body pressed against mine, there was more than enough heat.
My hands ran down his arms, skimming over the muscles, and the heat pooled between my legs. Gray’s body was a work of art—tanned and toned and punishing. Something about the fact he could break me but never did thrilled me more than it should have.
He trailed lazy kisses along my collarbones, stopping to nip and suck at the skin until it bruised under his mouth. My mortality still aided in being marked, but it took less time to heal. I liked it this way, though. I liked that Gray could still mark me as his.
“Tell me you love me,” he murmured, before swirling his tongue around my nipple.
I moaned, arching my back to his touch. “I love you.”
Those words had rarely left my lips, cautious about who I gave them to. But I wanted to keep saying them to him until they lost all meaning and left my mouth numb.
Gray nudged my legs apart wider, the apex already sticky and wet with need. He settled between them and moved his mouth to the other nipple, catching it between his teeth and tugging gently. I whimpered as he ran a finger along my slit.
“Look how wet you are already, darling. Is this all for me?” he asked, chuckling under his breath.
My response was cut off when his lips met mine. Kissing Gray was like swallowing a thousand fireworks. Explosive and destructive. Any defences I had against him were useless the moment he put his lips on me.
The ache between my legs grew when I felt his cock rub against my centre. My hips bucked up, and I groaned into the kiss, feeling him smile against my lips.
“You’re always so impatient, Quen.”
“Can you blame me?” I breathed.
“You need to learn some restraint, love.”
I had no intention of learning self-restraint around him. Why would I want to?
“So do you,” I muttered. He was just as bad, if not worse, than I was.
“How can you expect that when I have a beautiful demigoddess around me at all times?”
The heat rose through my body, and I turned my head, but Gray’s fingers caught my chin, forcing me to look at him.
“You are beautiful, Quentin. I have always thought that.” His lips brushed along my hairline. “You believe I desire perfection. You fail to see that is exactly what I have. As a God, I’ve had so many things offered to me, but the only time I have held the universe is when you are in my arms.”
My heart skipped several beats, and I writhed against the sheets as the pad of Gray’s thumb pressed against my clit and moved in circular motions.
This side of Gray, soft and loving, was only ever shared with me. He made me feel like I was the only being in existence that mattered, and I’m sure if I asked him, he would tell me that was the case.
A single finger pushed into me, and I tipped my head back against the pillows, grinding against him.
