Page 56 of God Touched

"I'm yours and no one else's. Fuck, I'm yours!" she shouted, pushing back against him.

"Tell me you love me," he demanded, his voice getting ragged. Arawan's cock hit her G-spot harder, and she swore viciously. "Tell me, Imogen."

"I love you, I love you, I love you," she babbled helplessly as his cock and finger worked her mercilessly. She would tell him anything, give him anything. She didn't care. Nothing mattered except for this feeling.

"Fuck, Imogen, you're going to ruin me," Arawan moaned.

"Good. Then you'll know how it feels," she snarled, loving that he was as unraveled as she was. She fucked herself back on his cock. "Come for me, God of the dead. Fill me until I taste you."

Arawan exploded, his thrusts so hard that her nails broke trying to hold onto the sink. Imogen screamed, her orgasm violent and vicious as it tore through her. Arawan pulled her back tight to him and came hard inside her, his body shaking. He wrapped arms around her waist and rested her head against her back.

"Fuck, I love you," he gasped against her. "Never leave me again."

"Never make me leave you again," Imogen replied, her breath coming in hard pants.

Arawan chuckled softly. "Fuck, you can't give a man a break even when he's still inside of you."

"You wouldn't want me if I did," she said. He pulled free of her with a hiss and eased off her. She was a total mess, but he looked at her like she was the most beautiful thing in the world.

"You love me," he said softly, with a dazed expression.

Imogen gave him a crooked smile. "Yeah, I do. Now, get the fuck out of here, so I can clean myself up."

Arawan kissed her possessively. "I like knowing I'm going to be dripping out of you all the way home."

"Perve. Get out." Imogen shoved him toward the door. Arawan looked her over and bit his bottom lip. Imogen shivered and locked the door behind him before things got out of hand all over again.

Love confessions and sex didn't fix everything, but they helped settle a part of herself that had been eating away at her all day.

I can love you. I don't care that you're mortal. We can make anything work. Arawan'swords felt burned into her. For the first time, Imogen allowed herself to hope that they could be true.

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"There is no way I'm letting you drive home," Imogen complained ten minutes later. Arawan held out his hand for the key to her bike.

"You've been drinking, and I'm not letting you drive." He wasn’t going to budge on this argument.

"But you don't even knowhowto drive," she said, hands on her hips. Arawan dragged her to him, kissing her as his magic enclosed her. Imogen let out a small gasp as he plucked the knowledge from her mind.

"Now I do," he replied, taking the key from her hand while she was still kiss struck.

"That's a dirty fucking trick," she muttered.

"It's a useful one," he said, tying his hair back. Imogen climbed on the bike behind him and put her arms around him. His heart hurt with how much he was feeling. She was coming home with him, and that was all that mattered. Everything else they could figure out as long as they were together.

Arawan knew why Imogen loved to ride. It had more speed than a horse and there was a wild freedom to it.

They were only thirty minutes away from the castle when sharp agonising pain ripped through Arawan. He screamed, trying to keep control of the bike as his connection to Annwn was torn out of him. They started to crash, and Arawan pulled a terrified Imogen to him as they fell.

They hit the road hard, the bike flipping and shattering ahead of them. Arawan groaned as his back and legs were ripped up against the bitumen, and they rolled to a stop.

"Are you okay? Please tell me you're not hurt!" Arawan gasped out, pulling Imogen's helmet from her head. She was so mortal, so breakable.

"I'm okay. What the fuck happened? Oh, gods, you're bleeding everywhere," she said, cradling his pounding head.

"I'll live. I can't…I can't feel Annwn. Something has happened," he stammered. He reached for his power and only felt a tiny spark in his core.

"Okay, we'll sort it out. Just let me help you stand. We need to get you off the road," she babbled. She looped his arm over her shoulders and dragged him to his feet. A musical jangle echoed in the night, and Imogen fumbled in her jacket pocket for her phone.

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