Page 39 of The Shadow Gods

Slowly, I eased us back until I could prop myself on my elbows and cover her body. I held myself away, not letting my full weight on top of her. She was so much smaller than me, but just like I'd suspected, her body cradled mine.Made for me.I'd just had to wait centuries for her to be born.

Leo studied me, her golden-brown eyes bouncing over my face. “Are you okay?” she asked.

I kissed her rather than answer. I kept it brief, chaste, and pulled back. “Better than okay,” I answered. “I'm having a hard time believing this is real.”

Beneath me, she shifted, opened her legs, and squeezed me around my waist. Our bodies met, rolled, and thrust against each other like neither of us had control. I wanted to make this good for her. I wanted her to leave my bed confident and sated and cared for.

But when she lifted her head and captured my mouth in a kiss that left me panting, every intention to take it slow, make it last, went out the window.Need.I needed her. I needed to thrust into her. To kiss her. Brand her.

Fuck.

She nipped at my lower lip, not hard, but enough to firmly plant me in the moment. Her tongue soothed the spot, sucking gently, then slipped into my mouth.

Breathless, I thrust against her. Her hands dove beneath my pants, grabbed my ass, and pulled me against her tighter. I was going to come like this—pants on—fumbling on top of the covers.

Desperate to gain control, I took her hands, peeled them away from me, and pinned them over her head. She flexed her fingers but didn't try to get away. I made sure to hold her loosely, aware of how much stronger I was and how pale and delicate her skin was. It would take nothing to bruise her.

Our bodies moved over each other. I shifted her hands to one of mine because I had to feel her. Grazing the underside of her arm, I trailed my fingers down her body, over her arm, across her hips and up to her breast.

Her quick intake of breath as I skimmed my fingers over the perfect bud of her nipple made me smile. Dropping my head down, I licked the place my fingers had been. I went around and around the sensitive peak before opening wider and drawing her into my mouth.

Leo pulled at my grip, and I let her go, but she didn't push me away. She held my head against her, keeping me in place and only allowing me to move from one breast to the other.

“Hector.” Her voice was just above a whisper and barely audible over my breathing. I couldn't catch it. If I'd had a heartbeat, it would have been racing.

I scraped my teeth on the underside of her breast as I trailed my hand down, down past the waist of her jeans and underwear to slide between her legs.

“Fuck.” The word was ripped out of me. I'd never felt anything like this. She was so wet and hot, and when I dipped one finger inside her, her body was tight. It was easy to imagine the way she would grip me.

Her hips lifted off the bed as her breathing quickened, responding to every move I made. I catalogued each one, tucked it away to use again.

Because I would. This was the first time, but it wouldn't be the last.

I teased her with my fingers. Made shallow thrusts and withdrew to circle her clit. I drew slow circles, rubbed harder, then lighter. I listened for any change to her breathing or shift of her legs.

“I want you inside me.”

Gods.

I wanted that too.

Struggling with my pants, I sat back on my heels. I made quick work of her clothes and then stood, stripped, and froze.

There she was.

Chest heaving, body glistening, Leo watched me. Her legs were open, an invitation if I ever saw one.

“I have to taste you.” Without giving her time to stop me, I dove between her legs like a starving man. I swiped my tongue around her clit before pushing into her opening.

She grasped at my shoulders, but nothing was moving me. I would stay here forever, feasting on her.

I went around and around her clit, then dove inside her. She tasted so good. Fingers in my hair, she went from pushing me away to holding me closer. Her legs trembled, muscles twitching, and I knew she was close.

I wanted to see it. Opening my eyes, I watched her fall apart—breasts heaving, body flushed, mouth open.

I thrust inside her, then replaced my tongue with my fingers, curling them to find that spot that would make her explode.

She did. And it was most beautiful fucking thing I'd ever seen in my life.

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