Page 21 of Achille's Earth Angel
“Achilles,” she croaked, her fingers itching to touch him. She stretched one hand toward him, her fingers trembling, unable to stop herself.
“Angel,” he returned evenly, his beautiful mouth quirking upward as fire spiked his green eyes to glowing emeralds.
“W-We need to talk.”
“I agree.” He reached out and grabbed her hand to pull her into his chest. “Are you finally finished with your father’s paperwork? You’ve been at it for three days.”
She shrugged. “Mostly, I guess.” It felt good to be held against him. Her nerve endings tingled and danced as desire flooded to life.
“I gave you the time you seemed to need because I wanted to talk to Alex first, but now I’m tired of waiting. I intend to court you, my little earth Angel,” he said hoarsely, sliding her fall of hair behind her right ear with his fingers.
“Achilles, I...I don’t know what this is. I want to be with you, but I don’t want either of us to get hurt. I guess what I’m saying, is I don’t see a happy future for us, and I don’t want to be used and discarded,” she blurted out, searching his face desperately.
His lips tightened. “Do you think I would do that?”
“I don’t know what to think,” she cried. “I don’t know you, only what history records of you. Besides, how would it work with you being immortal and me not? It would be you and Briseis all over again and that would just hurt you.”
His eyes softened and he made that humming noise in his throat that made his chest vibrate beneath her fingers. “You let me worry about that,” he practically purred. “I would never use and discard you, Angel. My intentions are to woo you and marry you. That’s why I asked Alex for permission. It’s a respectful tradition, meant to honor the father, or whichever male member has guardianship of the woman. I can’t believe it’s changed all that much since Alex did appear to know what I was talking about.”
Ange relented at his vow of marriage and slid her hands up his chest and onto his shoulders. “Mm...hm...but we don’t honor it as a society anymore. It’s up to the woman to decide who she will marry. You have to askmefor my hand in marriage, not Alex.”
He nuzzled down the side of her neck trailing small kisses everywhere and nipping in a few spots to make her gasp. “You smell and taste delicious. Epaphras was right about that.” He lathed her collarbone with his tongue. “So sweet, like ambrosia.”
“What is ambrosia?” she asked breathlessly.
“The nectar of the gods. To drink it is to have immortality. Honey sweet, fruity, just like your skin.”
She frowned and pushed back in his arms. “Do you have to have this ambrosia to remain immortal?”
He nodded. “Yes, it keeps me immortal, a gift from Zeus.” His fingers took advantage of her position and closed around the nipples on each breast. Gently pinching, he held onto her and kept her from moving any further back.
Ange didn’t want to move back, she leaned into his fingers, his touch sending jolts to her feminine center. Softly she moaned, unable to remember the next question she was going to ask him. “But what if...” her voice trailed off as his hands moved behind her and cupped the globes of her buttocks and squeezed.
“Enough talking,” he ordered firmly, dipping one arm beneath her knees and picking her up. He carried his prize to the sofa and sank down with her in his lap, his mouth moving in to ravage hers.
Ange wasn’t sure how she lost her t-shirt, but his seemed to have suffered the same fate because both were suddenly lying on the rug, entwined as if foretelling the future of the bodies they had been on. She could feel the difference this time, as if he was determined to make her his. This was no gentle, supplicating exploration. His hot mouth on her breasts, his hand sliding down the front of her shorts and cupping her mons was fiercely possessive.
“Achilles, wait,” Ange cried, not sure she was ready for his possession. It wasn’t that she didn’t want him too, but her one and only experiment with sex had been awkward at best, leaving her unfulfilled and blaming herself for not being responsive enough. Derek had called her cold. She’d never tried again with anyone else. And perhaps she was, because no one else she had dated had heated her blood either.
Achilles dragged his gaze and tongue away from her long enough to focus on her face. “Wait for what, Angel?” His voice was thick and slurred.
“W-what if I don’t please you?” she asked, her voice quivering. The last thing she wanted was to leave him displeased with her.
That seemed to halt his hands as he stared at her. “How could you possibly not please me? Everything about you pleases me.” He tried to kiss her again but she pushed him back.
“I-I want that too, but...”
Achilles frowned then. “I want to love you and make you mine, Angel, but if you’re not ready, I’ll try to wait until you are.” He sighed and stiffly withdrew, waiting for her answer.
Ange didn’t have the courage to move forward. “I’m not ready,” she whispered, feeling like a complete coward.
His face fell and he was still for a few seconds. Then he suddenly flipped her over, face down across his lap. “Then we’ll take care of your spanking instead.” His hand slid under her thin cotton shorts and took both them and her panties down to her knees.
“No...wait...” she sputtered, unable to believe how easily and quickly he handled her.
“This time there is no waiting, Angel,” he growled. “I warned you to leave my tendon alone and you ignored me. I would rather have loved you than punished you tonight, but now you’re going to have a hot bottom to go to bed with.”
Ange knew she’d made a mistake. His hard hand began to bite into her buttocks with sharp, stinging swats that left her gasping.
