Page 162 of Of Sins and Sacrifice

But as I continue staring at his naked body, all I can think of is how it would feel to touch him—have him on top of me, inside of me.

I turn a hundred shades of red as I realize the direction of my thoughts. We’ve yet to have a proper kiss and now all I can imagine is how it would be to mate with him—fullymate with him.

His length grows even thicker under my eyes, and he grabs onto the base of it, giving it a light squeeze. His flesh is big and strong like him, and to my surprise, I find that it’s just as beautiful.

A soft moan escapes me.

“I can put my briefs back on if you want.” His eyes are on my face, looking for any trace of uncertainty.

“No. Continue.” I don’t know how the words came out without a stammer—not when I can barely think of anything else but the image in front of me.

Thick, towering evergreen trees envelop us in a lush, fragrant embrace. The grass beneath our feet is a patchwork of earthy browns and vibrant greens, swaying gently in the breeze. And there he stands, completely exposed to the elements, his tanned skin gleaming in the sunlight. The rawness of his nudity is striking against the backdrop of nature’s own nakedness.

I can’t help but sigh dreamily as I take in his form. Every inch of him is captivating, from the defined muscles rippling beneath his skin to the faint scars that add character to his body. They tell a story of battles fought and challenges overcome, making him even more alluring in my eyes.

He might be human, but no god could measure up to him.

His right hand is on his length, slowly moving up and down. It’s a tentative movement as if he’s still wary about doing this in front of me.

“Show me,” I whisper. “Show me everything.”

My voice bolsters his confidence, and his movements gain speed.

He encases his length in his fist as he pulls roughly on it.

His head falls back, his mouth ajar. But his eyes never close. He’s looking at me. They might be hooded and droopy, but I can feel his intense gaze. It never once leaves my face.

But then something shifts within me, and in a moment of madness, I lean back, baring my semi-naked body to him.

He hisses, his movements becoming brisker.

“Fuck, Minnie,” he rasps. The combination of his deep, husky voice and his ecstasy-filled expression makes me erupt in goose bumps. “So beautiful. So fucking beautiful.”

As his hand moves faster and faster along his shaft, beads of sweat gather on his brow and drip down the side of his face. His muscles tense and flex with each thrust, and as he jerks once more, a low moan escapes from his lips.

I can see the arousal in his eyes as he shouts my name, his release finally coming to a climax. A torrent of liquid shoots out, some splattering onto the ground while a few droplets coat his hand and stomach.

His seed.

He’s spilling it for me. His body is wracked with pleasure and desire, and I watch in fascination as he lets go completely, giving himself over to this primal act.

Despite being four thousand years old, I have never felt such a rush of emotions. It’s overwhelming, this raw display of carnality.

As the tremors subside, he continues to gaze at me intently, studying my every reaction. As a satisfied smile tugs at his lips, I realize he must be pleased by what he sees.

Standing up, I reach for the dirty shirt in our makeshift bag and make my way over to him. He looks surprised but doesn’t move as I approach.

“Scandalized yet?” he drawls.

My cheeks are flaming hot, yet I find that rather than being scandalized, I am…left wanting.

“Not yet,” I whisper, dabbing the material of his shirt over his abdominals to clean the remaining residue.

“You’re not…disgusted?” he asks uncertainly.

“Why should I be? This is a normal bodily response. Perhaps it is something new to me, but I found it rather…exciting,” I admit.

Yet in spite of my bravado, I don’t dare look down. His flesh is still hard and so close to me… I gulp down.

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