Page 48 of God Touched

She had lived again, and this was every way she wanted to celebrate it. Her brain was whiting out from the intensity of him, and she didn't want it to end. Arawan fucked her until she was screaming incoherently, her hands tearing out feathers as she grabbed for his wings.

"You're so fucking perfect," she ground out, right before she clenched him tight, and her orgasm roared through her.

Arawan bit into the base of her neck with his sharp fangs and filled her up just as he had promised.

"More," he growled out, dragging her away from the tree to the soft moss at their feet. Imogen was pulled off his cock long enough to be rolled onto her hands and knees, and he was sliding into her again.

Her hands tore at the earth. It almost hurt to breathe as he slammed his hips against her ass. She was reduced to a gasping, screaming mess as he changed position and hit her G-spot with enough force that she momentarily blacked out. It was fucking at its most primal and animalistic. It was the best fuck of Imogen's life.

She hadn't even realized she had vocalized that thought until Arawan's huge body came over and caged her in, his clawed hands covering hers in the dirt.

"That's because your soul is like mine. This is who we really are when all the masks are stripped back. We were born to slaughter our enemies. Fucking in the middle of a battlefield is our truest selves. This is why death always feels so good to you. It is because we are the same beast inside," Arawan said in her ear. "We are death."

Imogen's eyes filled with tears. This was the darkest truth in her heart that she couldn't even acknowledge herself. Thiswaswho she really was.

"Yes, my love. We are," she gasped out. Her orgasm screamed out of her. It was so intense it hurt, but the edge of pain made it even better.

Arawan held onto her as he came with her, chanting her name like she was the one who deserved to be worshipped.

After he was done, he turned her head so he could look into her tear-streaked, ruined face. Whatever he saw on it made him smile, and Imogen knew she had just had her heart torn out.

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Imogen rested her head in the groove of Arawan's neck for the entire flight home. She was in a daze. Exhausted by the battle, drained of adrenaline, and fucked without mercy. She was wrecked, and even though she was never one to act like a pampered princess, she allowed Arawan to take care of her.

The sky was starting to lighten when they landed in front of the castle. None of the warriors looked at them or questioned them for returning so much later than the others. Arawan shifted to his normal form, the wings and crown and claws disappearing. He still didn't let her go.

Imogen didn't fight him as he carried her up to his quarters and set her down only long enough to strip off her filthy clothes. She couldn't find the words to protest, so she let him lower her into a bath with him. Arawan didn't seem in a talkative mood either; he only seemed to want to hold onto her and gently wash all the mud, blood, and cum from her body.

Imogen had never had anyone take care of her after a fight. The battle had been nothing compared to what had come after. She felt hollowed out, her body weirdly light like she wasn't in it.

Something had been cracked wide open inside of her, and she didn't know how to push the pieces back together. She thought when someone realized they were in love, that it was all heart eyes, and rainbows. This felt like she'd had her vital pieces removed and her insides rearranged.

This is why every story of a human falling in love with a god is a tragedy, she thought bleakly.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" Arawan asked from behind her.

"No. I'm just…overwhelmed," she replied, her voice shaky.

Arawan didn't push her, only drew her to him until her head rested on his chest. He hadn't glamoured away the scars on his body, and Imogen knew it was a sign that he trusted her. She had seen his worst and had accepted it. In return, he had ripped her soul and heart open.

Imogen closed her eyes. The hot water and the gentle swipes of Arawan washing her sent her into a doze. She was half asleep when he lifted her out, dried her off, and carried her to bed.

"Don't leave me," she murmured sleepily.

Arawan wrapped his body around her under the thick, soft blankets. He kissed her softly behind her ear. "Never again, darling."

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Imogen was disorientated and had no idea what the time was when she woke again. Someone was knocking on the chamber door. Arawan pressed a kiss to the back of her head and slipped out of bed. Imogen opened her eyes as Arawan opened the door.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, my lord, but there is an envoy on the borders requesting an audience," Duncan whispered. "They are carrying Hafgan's standard."

"For fuck's sake. Let them through the wards but keep them surrounded. I will meet them in the hall when I'm ready for them and not a second before. After last night, the fuckers can wait," Arawan replied.

Duncan inclined his head. "I'll see that Miss Ironwood is attended to in your absence."

"No, she'll be coming with me. I'm not meeting with them without her and one of the princes. As I said, the envoy can wait. Summon the court but keep them separated from Hafgan's people," Arawan instructed and closed the door again. He sat on the bed beside her and brushed his thumb over her cheek. "Sorry to wake you, but we have trouble."

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