The tension between them was undeniable, and standing near him in the tight confines of the kitchen only served to make it worse. She was trembling, her awareness of him ratcheting up her anxiety. She bit her lip and heard his sharp intake of breath.
“Enough,” he growled, pulling her into his arms. “This is what you want.” He lowered his face to hers. “This is what we both want.”
And then he was kissing her and she was falling into the abyss of his embrace. He was hungry for her, his mouth devouring hers until she couldn’t breathe. She leaned back, exposing the length of her neck to his kisses, and he did not disappoint, pressing his lips against the point where her pulse was rapidly fluttering.
“I want this, need this,” he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. Dawn moaned, giving into the pleasure that was warming her from head to toe.
When he licked his way up to her ear and nibbled it, her knees gave out. Z caught her and lifted her up, moving out of the kitchen and carrying her to her room. He gently laid her on the bed, then closed the door and locked it behind him.
“I’m leaving no opportunities for interruption tonight,” he said with a feral smile, returning to her on the bed.
Z climbed up beside her, pulling her into his arms and resuming his lovely torment. She’d never been kissed like this, had never experienced the unending waves of pleasure it brought. Soon, she was writhing against him, longing for him to go further, to explore her body has he had before.
“Shh, little one,” he said with a grin. “I know what you need. And don’t worry, I’ll give it to you.”
His words sent a shiver down her spine. And so did his eyes. They were flashing red again, another sign of his non-human state. But in the moment, it didn’t matter. He was so powerful, so in control. Dawn was used to being the alpha in the room, but for some reason, she wanted to submit to this mighty warrior. She wanted him to possess her body, to wring endless pleasure from her at his command.
He began pulling her shirt up, and she sat forward, removing it entirely. The bra followed, and then she was slipping out of her slacks, leaving only a pair of pink panties between her and him. His eyes were full of fire as he watched her, his gaze heavy, as if she could feel its weight on her skin.
She lay back and looked at him expectantly, but instead of moving right away, Z stared down at her, as if taking her in to remember for eternity. His gaze seared her skin as it moved over her, ramping up the anticipation to a fever pitch. When she could stand the wait no longer, she grabbed his shoulders, pulling him down to cover her.
“Good girl,” he whispered in her ear before blowing on it, then subjecting it to the pleasure of his tongue. Z sucked the lobe into his mouth and nibbled, making her hips arch off the bed.
When he leaned back to meet her eyes again, she realized that she wanted him, wanted this more than she’d ever wanted an intimate encounter. There was something about him that called to her, regardless of the fucked-up relationship they had outside of the bedroom. Deciding then and there not to regret anything that happened tonight, Dawn decided to accept whatever pleasure came her way.
Tonight, she would give herself fully to the sexy god who straddled her, come what may tomorrow morning.
