Page 62 of God Touched

His whole torso was covered in ashy scars in all shapes and sizes. It was the body of a warrior, and Imogen's was similarly marked up from various scrapes she had been in over the years.

Imogen bent her head down and kissed a jagged scar over his pec. She sucked his nipple, and he murmured something in his sleep.

Imogen grinned and pulled the sheet down to expose more of his lean, sexy body. Her fingers traced down the dark trail of hair from his navel. He was already hard, and she wouldn't miss the opportunity to wake him up in the nicest way possible.

She moved down the bed, careful not to disturb him, and tongued the head of his dick. Arawan shuddered in his sleep, his back arching. Fuck, it was the sexiest thing she had ever seen. She wanted him unraveled, entirely at her mercy and making more of those sexy helpless sounds. The predator in her wanted to play, to torment. Imogen felt him stir and quickly lowered her mouth over him and sucked hard.

"Fuck! What…" Arawan glanced down at her, his pupils blowing out.

"Good morning," Imogen purred, digging her nails into his thighs to stop him from moving. She sucked up the side of his dick, making him whimper. "You want me to stop?"

"Don't you fucking dare," Arawan snarled. He thrust his hips up a little. "You started it, so you better fucking finish it."

Imogen went wet at the bossy tone. It did it to her every time. She went back to work, licking and sucking. She slowed down when she tasted pre-cum and gently pulled away.

"Wait, don't stop," he begged in a tone she had never heard from him.

Desperation.

"I'm not stopping. I'm getting on," Imogen said, pushing him back down and straddling him. "Hands above your head, and I'll give you a treat." His eyes burned hot; pupils were blown out with desire. He slowly lifted his arms to clasp behind his head, his biceps flexing. He looked like the dark and decadent god he was.

"Don't leave me in suspense, darling," he warned. Imogen didn't break eye contact as she stroked her pussy, smearing her fingers with her own wetness. She held them out to him.

"Suck," she commanded. Arawan whimpered and sucked her fingers into his mouth. Imogen lowered herself down onto his dick at the same time, and the sound that came out of him… She didn't have words for how sexy it was. She took a steady breath, forcing her aching body to make space for him. He was big, but he was perfect. Imogen rolled her hips, her hand toying with one of his nipples as she sucked and bit his other one.

"Imogen… Fuck, let me see you," Arawan said, lifting his hips to meet every thrust of hers. Imogen sat up, nails scraping along his torso and leaving red scratch marks. She stared at the marks, and something snapped inside of her. She didn't want to play with her food anymore; she wanted to feast. Imogen rode him so hard she could feel him deep in her core. She grabbed him around the throat.

"Tell me you love me," she groaned, her orgasm starting to overtake her.

"I do love you, Imogen Ironwood. I love your ferocity and your smile and how good your sweet pussy feels clamped around me," Arawan growled out. "I love how you fight, how vicious you are. I love that your shade sings to mine."

Imogen screamed, and lights danced over her vision as she came hard on him. Her body was shaking with the violence of the emotions and the release burning her alive.

Arawan took advantage of her weakened state, dropped his hands, and rolled her onto her back. He grabbed her by her hips and slammed his dick into her so hard, she cried out like a porn star. She felt him in every part of her, invading her soul and heart, taking and giving.

His black eyes locked on her. "I love you so much I feel like it's going to destroy me. I'm never going to let you go. I'm never going to want anything as much as I want you. I could have all of you forever, and it wouldn't be enough time. I love you."

Arawan licked at the tears running down her face. He kissed her, and she could taste their salty sweetness as he came, filling her up with him and sending her spiraling into another orgasm.

"I love you too," she sobbed. Arawan rested his head on her chest, his heart pounding against hers. Imogen threaded her fingers through his hair and over his broad shoulders.

"You are the only thing I want to wake up to from now on," he murmured against her skin. "I wish I could keep you here all day."

With uncanny timing, there was a hard knock at the door. Imogen wondered who would dare.

"Fuck off or I'll throat punch you!" she shouted, making Arawan shake with laughter on top of her.

"Like to see you try, bitch! Get your asses up," Bron shouted back. "We might have an idea on how to get to Annwn."

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Imogen was still walking on shaky legs when she made it downstairs with Arawan. He was smirking like he knew exactly what he had done to her. Imogen was too full of endorphins to want to be dirty about it.

Everyone was in the dining room, eating piles of waffles, fresh fruit, and coffee.

"Jesus, Freya, have you been possessed by Nigella Lawson or something?" Imogen asked, looking at the massive spread.

"Ha! No. Bayn went and got Kian's cook this morning," Freya laughed. "I'm too pretty to be slaving away in a kitchen for you lot."

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