“How?” I caught myself asking.
Despite the question being far from explicit, she immediately understood what I meant.
“Pretending to be asleep or unconscious in a convincing fashion is part of an Inquisitor’s survival training,” she replied in a slightly teasing tone.
I snorted and walked back to the side of her bed. “Someone took their training seriously. Well done!”
I leaned forward and stopped, my lips barely a centimeter from hers. My heart leapt when Eleni lifted her head, closing the short distance between us to kiss me. It was brief and chaste.
Just perfect.
“Sweet dreams, Inquisitor,” I said against her lips before straightening.
I walked out of the room without saying another word.
The night stretched endlessly as I tossed and turned for what felt like hours. My mind wouldn’t just shut up. All I could think about was the fascinating woman sleeping only a few meters away from me. The feel of her lips against mine lingered. A part of me regretted not getting in bed with her if only just to hold her. As much as I wanted Eleni, I wouldn’t have allowed things to go further until all of my serum had left her system.
There would be no question Eleni was all in when she gave in to me.
Still, feeling the warmth of her body against mine would have settled the restlessness that pestered me. I couldn’t tell at which point I finally surrendered to oblivion.
I woke up with a start, my thoughts flying directly to my pretty little Inquisitor. To my pleasant surprise, I didn’t feel exhausted or grumpy as one would reasonably expect to be with how little sleep I got. Then again, my regeneration abilities made it difficult for me not to feel rejuvenated even with only a small amount of rest.
I jumped out of bed and made my way to the massive shower of my en suite bathroom. I had it designed to almost look like a natural waterfall with a huge window looking out onto one of the interior gardens of my domain. It was elevated enough so that people outside couldn’t see in.
As I began to wash, my mother’s words resurfaced, igniting a spark of worry deep within me. That she hinted trouble ahead meant that something terrible would happen. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have bothered mentioning it. She wanted me to be mentally prepared for something devastating. What could it possibly be?
Just as I was listing a series of possible scenarios, the door to my bathroom suddenly opened. My eyes widened upon seeing Eleni walk in. She stood by the entrance, wearing the elegant robe that one of my servants had provided for her. She remained still, eyes locked with mine. In that instant, I realized she was waiting for me to tell her to leave or otherwise express my agreement with her staying.
I merely raised an eyebrow in an inquisitive fashion. She lifted her chin so subtly it was barely noticeable. Her gaze never strayed from mine, she detached the belt keeping the robe secured in front of her and let the silky fabric slide down her shoulders and puddle at her feet in a soft rustling sound. With a will of their own, my gaze roamed over the perfection of her naked body. Firm and slender, it still had the right curves in all the right places, with a narrow waist and round hips, perfect for a man to grip. Her breasts were made to fit inside my palms, round and perky as their little buds pointed provocatively at me. Even her shaven sex beckoned me.
By the Gods, she was breathtaking!
When I remained quiet while feasting my eyes on her beauty, Eleni calmly started approaching with measured steps. I didn’t move as the lukewarm water continued raining behind me with a steady beat.
“There’s a shower in your own room,” I said at last when she stopped two steps in front of me.
“I noticed,” Eleni replied nonchalantly. “Do you want me to leave?”
“It depends. What brings you here?” I asked in the same conversational tone.
“I was curious about what a demigod looks like naked,” she retorted with a shrug.
I snorted, amused by that unexpected response.
“Then sate your curiosity, Inquisitor,” I quipped mockingly while spreading my arms wide.
She pursed her lips and gave me an appreciative once over before reaching for my chest. My abdominal muscles contracted as the heat of her palm settled on my left pectoral. Her hand glided over my skin as she circled around me, tracing a burning path over my sides, back, my left butt cheek, and my upper left thigh. As she completed her circle, she stood in front of me and grabbed my cock with a familiarity that nearly had me gasping.
She gave it a gentle stroke while examining the unusual ridges swirling around its length, as well as the spikes. She flicked her thumb over the row of spikes around the base of the head, sending a bolt of lust exploding in the pit of my stomach.
I hissed and fisted her hair on her nape, forcing her to look back up at me. My fangs descended as I bared my teeth at her in a menacing fashion. Undeterred, Eleni wrapped her hand around my length and gave it a slow stroke.
“You made quite a boast last night,” she said with a taunting glimmer in her eyes.
“I never boast,” I growled as blood flooded to my groin as she continued to stroke me.
“Then allow me to put that claim to the test,” Eleni replied.
