Athena found her way to her bedroom, the rumpled sheets calling to her, sparking her memories.
And she was too tired to fight the loneliness that came with it.
She slid beneath the covers, twisting her legs in the sheets as she clutched the pillow he’d laid his head on, breathing in the remains of his heady scent.
Instantly, it filled her with a warmth that awakened her inner owl. Her inner animal fluttered its wings, knowing this scent; almost as if it had always known.
As if it was alwayshers.
Athena closed her eyes as she clutched the pillow to her chest, letting Brian’s memory fill her psyche.
In the silence of her temple, her bed, she could be free.
Free to wish, to hope, and to cry.
Because nothing lasted forever when you were a Goddess.
CHAPTER12
The moonlight shonedown through the window directly onto Athena, giving her an ethereal glow that truly made her look like a Goddess. The feelings and desires flooding Brian were new and exciting. It was almost as if his fantasies had separated from his brain, taking life in the form of the long-legged blonde with captivating eyes and a hypnotic voice.
He wanted to trace his fingers along every inch of her skin, wanted to kiss her soft, silken lips over and over until he couldn’t breathe.
He wanted to taste her sweet pleasure, to sink himself inside of her until the moonlight gave way to the dawn, until the raging storm of emotion and longing inside of him was stilled.
He wanted to give her everything he was, and all that he could be.
Which was an odd way to feel about someone he’d only just met, but for the first time in his short twenty-nine years of life, Brian did not question himself.
Instead, he slid his hands along the underside of her thighs as she rested her ankles upon his shoulders, taking in the sight of the angel who had gifted him with the most blissful, blinding serenity.
Brian snapped his hips as he watched her writhe beneath him, slowly dragging himself through her soaked folds.
He’d known women were capable of multiple orgasms, but he never thought he’d be one to deliver them, let alone experience them himself. Though he’d lost count of the amount of times he’d made the Goddess in front of him come, lost track of all the ways he’d done so. She did not resist him when he told her to turn this way or that, did not fight him when he’d hauled her to her hands and knees so he could worship her with his tongue and lips, and when he’d ran his fingers over her sensitive clit, fingers soaking up her arousal as he buried himself in her, she’d only begged for more, her heated kiss full of desire and longing, and Brian only felt the irresistibleneedto give this women exactly what she wished for. He would give her all he could, even if it was only for the night.
At some point, they’d lost the will to speak with their tongues, trading in words for grunts and moans, soft whimpers and deep growls as their bodies spoke a language beyond understanding.
Brian watched Athena’s fingers grip the sheets at the corner of her bed, her eyelashes fluttering against her moonlit skin. He wanted to remember the sight as her pussy pulsed around his slippery cock, as the strangled sound of ecstasy pushed him over the edge until he too was nothing more than a victim to the euphoria that blossomed when he emptied himself inside of her, buried deep inside her.
The sight of her silver eyes glowing up at him, full of wonder and love, her hair splayed about her rosy cheeks, her heavy lidded eyes while they rode out their mutual ecstasy was a sight he hoped he’d never forget in all his life, because he knew daylight would come and all would disappear like the night, fading into reality and remorse.
Because no woman ever wanted to stay, even if he asked them to.
The sound of an annoying ringtone shattered Brian’s dreams, taking Athena with it.
He grumbled as he awakened, running a hand over his face as he sat up in his bed. The phone continued to ring, and he silently cursed to himself as he fumbled around on his nightstand for the thing, knocking over a box of Kleenexes in the process.
His head was pounding, and his cock throbbing no doubt from the wicked dream he’d had, remembering what was likely the best sex of his life.
He pulled his knees to his chest, adjusting himself in the process before he answered the phone.
“Hello?” he groggily spoke.
“Good Morning, Sunshine,” Tellulah chirped on the other end of the phone. Brian sighed.
“It’s morning, but I don’t know if it’s good,” he said.
“What time do you work today?” she asked, as if she didn’t know his schedule had been the same for the last five years.
