Page 38 of The Prince of Hidden Shadows
I growl.
He manhandles me with ease. It should be embarrassing, but I revel in being at his mercy.
He moans.
Eager, I maneuver my tall body, reaching for his toned ass, and squeeze. I quiver, wanting more, so much more.
We grunt… pleased with the friction between us, my stubble against his, but frustrated by the layers preventing our complete satisfaction.
So much for my attempt at being good. The more we explore each other’s mouths—our tongues dancing at a frantic pace—the less restraint I have. It’s a welcome-home kiss. At long last.
Our first kiss was hopeful, tentative, and blissful. This one is so raw. Greedy. Urgent. My desire flares. My dick hardens. My face reddens.
In a few heartbeats, I’ve synced with Théo’s human flow of emotions and physical reactions without control. Who cares? I’msoooready and embrace the tickling sensation associated with the flush that’s spreading down my neck. These humansensations aren’t normal for me—or any other god—but I crave them… crave him. There’s no turning back now.
He ruffles my hair and ends the kiss, pulling back mere inches, and I’m left aching for more until he croaks, husky and hungry, “Naked… I want you naked, now!”
Our pulses quicken at this enticing thought.
If I weren’t immortal, I wonder how I’d survive this experience. It’s merely the beginning, and I’m all over the place. With each touch, I wrestle my instincts, wanting to align my needs with his. How do I navigate a mortal’s limits? I want to give him pleasure, but the back of my neck stiffens as anxiety creeps in. Gods aren’t known for gentleness. Hurting him isn’t in the plan, either in body or in heart.
I tread cautiously, perhaps too cautiously, but I can’t help it.
“My pleasure.” I’ve longed for his touch on my bare skin since he came through the door this evening; his misplaced jealousy and demanding kiss stoked the fire.
By now, I’m no stranger to the effect that this mortal has on me, no matter how worlds apart we may seem. I’m looking forward to the rush that our chemistry brings.
“Damn buttons!” He wins the battle against my dress shirt as his wicked tongue travels across my neck, joined by his nibbling teeth. One button flies and almost hits me in the eye. We burst out laughing.
Tops are gone. Zippers are open. Pants are down.
I’m so fucking nervous, a fish yanked from water. Rivalling Théo’s intensity, I surrender to the moment. The sensations are unprecedented—more powerful than with any encounterswith the gods and the like. But today, with Théo—a human—everything hits harder, sharpens to a point that leaves me trembling for no apparent reason other than being with him.
My mind reels. My skin burns. My body aches... for more.
Without voicing the overwhelming emotions assaulting me, I store each and every one of them inside my stupid heart. Regardless of what unfolds between me and this extraordinary human, I won’t forget. Ever.
His hands are everywhere, and I welcome his fervor. Sensitive skin. Frenzied touches. Sloppy kisses. Within seconds, we rub against each other. The skin on skin is fantastic. My arms are splayed on either side of my expectant, wired, and eager body.
The tip of his tongue traces my collarbone, and I writhe beneath him, bucking my hips to intensify the friction between our cocks. His hooded gaze flickers in that direction, and so does mine. His front teeth gnaw at his bottom lip.
Wanna bite that lip… but I refrain, loving that he’s in charge.
Soon, his face morphs from what I interpret as frozen astonishment into raw desire.
One of his hands grazes my side while the other fists my curls, sending a jolt of delicious pain zipping through me. Sensing the hesitation between his panted breaths, I growl, “Don’t hold back on my account, T.” He glues his heated body to mine. So right. It hums, yearning for more. I love how his thumping heart resonates under my skin. His fingers tug on my hair. “More… I need more of you.”
A satisfied smirk flashes on his gorgeous face. “What do you have in mind?” Licking his palm with a wicked, raunchy edge, he finds space between us and grips our cocks, then jacks us off.
Air rushes from my lungs.
I’m breathing… Since when do I do that without thinking about it?
This beautiful mortal is turning my world upside down. As mad as I was at Eros in the beginning, I’m so glad he stepped in when he fathomed who Théodore Cassel might very well be: my soulmate. Can that be true? I’ve been fighting it so hard. A soulless god. A brooding human. A match made in…
Glimpses of the past assault me, but I shove them to the back of my mind.
Later…
