Page 187 of God of War (Legacy of Gods)

The sting rushes to the base of my stomach. Pressure builds in my core and I clench around him.

He licks the assaulted spot on my neck and sucks on it as if he’s exorcising my soul through my pulse. He bites again as he thrusts deeper, harder, and dangerously animalistic.

My moans echo in the air as I bounce on his cock, kissing his lips, his face, anywhere I can reach. I’m persistent, as demanding as he is, and he doesn’t stop me.

“You’re a fucking nightmare,” he grunts against my throat. “You’re ruining everything.”

“Good.” I whimper against his mouth. “You ruined everything for me, too. I wish we could do a heart switch so you can feel what I do.”

“Fuck, Ava.”

He goes rougher and I cling to him harder. My husband fucks the way he behaves. Deep and controlled. But the way he sucks on my neck is nothing short of frenzied.

There’s no control when his groin slaps my arse.

There’s no control when he plunges his tongue into my mouth.

His legendary self-restraint shatters against my edges and I swallow it through his lips, tugging, nibbling, and carving my presence inside him in blood.

The pressure builds and heightens as I sink my nails into his shoulders and attempt to hide in the crook of his neck.

Eli tugs my head back with a fistful of my hair until I’m slammed by his presence again. “Eyes on me when you come for me, baby.”

A violent wave of ecstasy rushes through me as I break apart. He drives into me with a harrowing rhythm and I feel his cum fill me up as I come so hard, white stars form behind my lids and I lose my grasp on reality for a second.

But it’s the type I welcome, the type I’d like to dig myself a hole and crawl into.

“Jesus, fuck. Ava!”

I blink a few times.

Somehow, I’m on my back, panting, and my husband’s glorious body hovers over mine, his big hand cupping my face.

Our bodies are slick with sweat, my heartbeat is somewhere on the moon, and my body is so achy it’s delicious.

He somehow pulled out of me, his cum is dripping between my thighs, messing up the sheets.

“Can you hear me?” he asks in a careful voice.

“Um, sorry,” I whisper, hating that I ruined the most beautiful moment of my life. “It happens sometimes. I lose, um, consciousness of my surroundings. It’s…nothing serious.”

A small puff of air leaves his lips and he momentarily closes his eyes.

I lean into his hand, rubbing myself against him like a puppy starved for affection. “You called me baby.”

He just stares at me.

“And you actually bit me. Are you in fact a vampire? Can you turn me?”

His lips twitch in a small smile. “Do you want a bath?”

“Mmm, not here.” I pull him down so his lips are inches from mine. “Take me home.”

I pause, trapping my lip between my teeth at the admission I just made. That his house is my home.

When did that happen?

Thankfully, he raises a brow with obvious disregard. “How about the clusterfuck of a party going on outside?”

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