“I can’t fuck you enough, sweetness,” he growled softly. Then he grasped her hips and took her hard and fast, her arms buckling under the force as she cried out, lustful animal sounds pushing through her mouth. He brought her to a quick, intense climax and then pulsed inside her.
* * * *
Leandros sat at the dining room table and watched Vicky eat with a healthy appetite. Before arriving at the cottage, he’d requested that their chef prepare several meals and Leandros chose to serve the stuffed vegetables and roasted potatoes for dinner.
“This is delicious. Best stuffed veggies I’ve ever had,” she said, and took a sip of red wine.
A smile tugged at his mouth. “I’m glad you like it. Mihalis is a talented cook.”
“He comes all the way up here just to cook for guests?”
“Yes.”
“Wow.”
His gaze fell to the dark bruise on her shoulder, exposed by the loose neckline of her t-shirt. A new bruise. After their late afternoon lovemaking, he’d rubbed the aches from Vicky’s body with an oil that acted as a salve as well as an aphrodisiac—a mistake, he realized afterward. He’d intended to lower her into the warm, bubbling hot tub he’d prepared and leave her there, but her curiosity made her grab the bottle of oil.
By the time she was in the tub, she’d tasted it and purred, “This is delicious. It’s one of those edible sex oils isn’t it?”
It was more than that—a product that was available to his kind only. His damn cock stirred but he ignored it. “Rest your body, Vicky. I’m going to warm dinner.”
“No. Join me, Leandros.” She gave a deliberate pout.
Lust clenched his insides like a fist and he ground his teeth together. “I’ll wear you out, baby.”
Like a sea nymph, she rose from the water, rivulets flowing over her curves, clinging to her hard nipples and the soft hair of her mound. Skin glistening with oil. His heart stopped for countless seconds before jumping against his chest. She reached out and brushed her fingers over his cock.
“I want you in here,” she demanded with willful eyes.
He wanted to howl, in fury or in joy, he wasn’t sure. Instead, he climbed into the tub and consumed her. Her supple, slippery skin pushed him off the edge of control, made worse by the reflection of her naked body in the mirrored wall. He feasted on her tender breasts as she rode him. Plundered every inch with fingers and mouth wet with her female juice and the oil. Trapped her wrists in one of his hands and drove into her from behind as she cried her pleasure, even when his teeth sank into her flesh.
Leandros gave himself a mental shake and looked at her as she finished her meal, feeling a stab of guilt for subjecting her to his primitive needs. After all, he’d invited her here.
“Leandros?”
He wiped his mouth with the napkin and inclined his head. “Yes, I have a brother. Like you and your sister, we’re quite different.” Though he’d been drawn into the brief reverie, he’d heard every word she’d said.
He wondered if this wild-spirited twin had placed the vial of STX in Vicky’s bag. He wrestled with his professional obligation for a silent moment, but decided to avoid the subject. Vicky was clean and there was no reason to upset her. They cuddled on the sofa and watched TV until she fell asleep in his arms. Her lovely face was so innocent, angelic almost.
Yet she was made for uninhibited passion. Soft feminine curves to fill a man’s hands, to fit against his body, skin like silk and cream. Tasting of vanilla. He would taste the sweetness of her female flesh in the morning. Leandros’ sex drive was voracious. He could make love for hours, all night if he was in the mood—and he usually did, with his immortal lovers. But humans were more delicate. His thumb caressed the bruise. He really had to be more careful with her.
An odd sense of possessiveness had gripped him the minute he’d laid hands on her, by the window. Since then, he’d touched her body like he owned it, branded her core with every thrust of his cock. In those moments, the wish that she were immortal had pierced him. The thought alone took him by surprise. He respected humans, but none had elicited this urge. He didn’t like it one bit because humans couldn’t be made immortal. Furthermore, romantic relationships between gods and humans were strictly forbidden by the laws of his people.
His gaze traced the outline of her profile. A true shame. This woman tugged at his soul. A muscle clenched in his jaw as he forced the thoughts from his mind. He stood up and carried her to the bed, tucking her under the soft sheets. She curled to her side with a content sigh.
Leandros walked to the kitchen to refill his glass with Terra Leone Ammos, a potent, black cherry-flavored Greek wine, and then pulled out a thick history book from the bookcase in the living room. These trifle distractions would do little to alleviate the restlessness that ran through his veins, but it would keep him away from the bedroom for at least a couple of hours. Perhaps a cool shower was in order, too.
The feel of soft hands on his body pulled him from a light sleep. Leandros blinked in the darkness of the room, faintly illuminated by the pale glow of moonlight that filtered through the curtains. He sensed it was some time before daybreak.
Vicky was sitting up in bed, caressing his naked chest and abdomen. A ripple of heat went through him, pooled in his groin. His gaze moved over her beautiful face, the elegant lines of her throat and her shoulders, the tumble of golden locks over her full breasts, rosy tips poking out from the strands. He clamped down on a groan and felt his muscles tense under her hands.
Despite her boldness in the tub, her smile was timid as she met his gaze. “I couldn’t resist. You’re so beautifully formed.”
His male ego swelled in response, as did his cock. He kept quiet, allowed her to explore at her pace, which was torture for him. He tucked a hand behind his head and watched her tug the sheet past his groin.
Her breath snagged. “You’re always so…aroused.”
His erection was full, angled high. There was awe in her hazel eyes as her hand tentatively brushed over his shaft.
It twitched in response, making his hands ball into fists. Her small hand wrapped around him, fingers barely closing and she began to stroke. Lightly at first, then more firmly, from the ridge of his head to the base of his shaft. He felt blood rush through his flesh and pulse hard.
Her thumb traced the vein on the underside. “I feel your pulse,” she said, bringing her head closer to him.
“Mmm…” Visions of that pouting mouth on his cock nearly snapped his control.
She went lower, cupping his balls. Leandros shut his eyes for a few seconds as a current of pleasure shot through his flesh. He was painfully hard, arousal beading at the tip. She noticed this and flicked her finger over it. He braced himself as she raised the finger to her mouth and licked it.
“Woman…,”
he groaned, unable to hold back much longer.
“Yummy, too,” she said huskily. She swiped her tongue across his throbbing head, once, twice, and then opened her luscious lips and took him into her warm mouth. A fireball of pleasure arced through him.
Fuck!
She pulled back a little and went down again, taking more of him in, stroking with her tongue and milking him with the moist walls of her mouth. She kept a steady rhythm and he reached down and pushed her hair away from her face without putting any pressure on her head. The woman would be his undoing. A human female. Blood surged in his flesh, engorging it further. He was close.
“Vicky,” he began, and she paused and looked up at him. He felt his nostrils flare at the vision of her wide eyes, her lips stretched around his flesh. “I’m going to come in your mouth if you go on.”
Her response was a content moan. Five more strokes and his release tore through him. Unconsciously, he pushed his cock deeper into her mouth, his fingers gripping her head. Only when he was spent did he realize what he’d done. Perhaps she’d wanted to pull away.
“I’m sorry,” he rasped, his heart still pounding.
Her eyes, hazy with passion, looked up at him as she wiped her mouth. “Don’t apologize. I wanted to taste you.”
His jaw clenched. “It was more than a taste.”
A mischievous flicker danced in her eyes as she straightened. “You’ve turned me into a bit of a bad girl, but that’s okay.”
Her response was lighthearted but his stomach knotted. He sat up and cupped the side of her face. “I hope you didn’t feel any pressure to—”
She silenced him with a finger to his mouth. “No. I haven’t done anything I didn’t want to do.”
Tension released his body and he closed his mouth over hers in a gentle kiss that belied the need that pummeled him. He broke the contact and said, “My turn.”
Leandros got Vicky on her back and slid a palm under her buttocks. She parted her legs with an eager sigh and her sweet, female scent filled his nostrils. Juice glistened between the folds of her lips. He nudged them apart with his tongue and caught the stream before it disappeared between her buttocks. Berries and honey, as he’d expected. The taste of her flared his arousal.
He swept his fingers up her cleft and tugged lightly on the flesh above her clit, stretching her seam. It would enhance her pleasure. He swirled his tongue in lazy circles over her ripe lips, sucked them into his mouth as he reached her clit, then flicked his tongue over it several times before starting over.
He enjoyed her rasps of pleasure and controlled the bucking of her hips. She’d risen on her elbows to watch with heavy-lidded eyes. He stroked her silky-slick flesh with varying degrees of pressure. Spreading the folds of her clit, he urged the tiny bud out of its hood. He showed it no mercy, lashing it with rapid tongue flicks, sucking it into his mouth.
Her cry of pleasure rippled through his veins, joined the surge of his blood. He dipped his mouth to her entrance and pushed his tongue as deep as it could go, drank her nectar as her flesh contracted. He’d never be able to fully have this woman, but he’d leave a temporary mark on her body. He replaced his mouth with two fingers, curled them up to her g-spot and stroked it firmly while licking her swollen bud.
He felt the quivers coursing under her skin. She was close. He stroked harder and she bucked.
“Oh, God! Ohh!”
“Yes, baby…come for me.”
He pulled her clit into his mouth and rubbed his tongue over it. He felt the peak of her climax, the one-second suspension before the onslaught of ecstasy. She screamed his name. He pushed her to a second orgasm, and before her shudders receded, he drew her to the edge of the bed. Standing up, he clasped his aching cock and sank into her quivering heat.
Her contractions milked his flesh to a fast orgasm that took him by surprise. He growled her name, waited a moment to catch his breath, and then took her until she came apart, took her some more while she begged for mercy, and one last time when the rage of their passions merged into sweet oblivion.
Chapter Five
Vicky drew lazy circles on Leandros’ chest. A blissful smile curved her mouth despite the nudging fact that they would leave for the village in about an hour and she’d return to her ordinary life. He’d treated her like a goddess and she’d ingested his aura, every passionate touch, every kiss, like oxygen. She was tempted to cling to him forever in this bed and forget about everything else. Any woman would be. “Tell me what you were thinking when you said you would frighten me if you told me,” she asked.
She felt the pause in his breath and then his chest shook with a chuckle. “Women. They can’t let certain things go.”
She nuzzled his throat where his pulse beat. “You said you’d tell me.”
His hand moved up her thigh and grasped her hip. “I wished you were immortal.”
Her heart skipped. She’d wished the same thing after their lovemaking sessions, when she’d lain twined in his arms and had a moment to think straight.
She traced his dark nipple. “Life is terribly unfair sometimes. Why is that, Leandros?”
He caressed her nape. “I don’t have the answer to that, sweetness.”
Vicky followed his steady heartbeat for a moment. “Chances are I’ll never see you after today, will I?”
She felt the heavy swell of his chest as he tucked his fingers under her chin and raised her face so their gazes met. His eyes smoldered with something dark yet indefinable.
“It’s the right thing, Vicky. You know why.”
She gave a faint nod. “Yeah, but I’ll miss you.” She chewed her bottom lip. “For a long time.”
In a flash, she found herself on her back, pinned under hard muscles. His hands cupped her face as his eyes flickered with a dangerous flame. A gasp escaped her.
“That’s not what I want to hear.” There was an edge of steel in his voice.
Difficult emotions rose inside her as she processed his response. She pressed her hands to his chest. “It’s how I feel. You can’t expect me to just erase you from my mind.”
His thumb brushed her cheek. “I can erase this from your memory if you want.”
A chill went up her spine as she searched his eyes. “You can do that?”
A muscle clenched in his jaw. “I can do many cruel things, sweetness.” His voice was soft but laced with warning.
She wasn’t an idiot. Leandros wanted to scare her for her own good. She narrowed her eyes. “Don’t you dare, Leandros. You invited me up here and I have the right to cherish every minute we had together.” She curbed her indignation. “But I understand, so don’t worry.”
A shadow moved across his face and tension lined his mouth. “Don’t think this is easy for me.” His voice was thick with unspoken thoughts. He kissed her forehead and met her gaze. “Promise me you won’t accept a man that can’t fulfill you emotionally and physically.”
Her heart squeezed, hurt by past experience, happy that he cared. “Easier said than done.”
“There are many good men who could be your soul mate. Follow your instinct, not just that over rational head.” He gave her temple a light tap.
“Over rational, eh? Are you psychic, too?” she replied playfully, though she couldn’t disagree with him. She tended to choose men based on criteria such as steady jobs and conventional lifestyles, assuming that they would be dependable, uncomplicated. But she’d failed to make deep connections with them.