Leandros(10)

As he led her to the bed, he said, “Do you know that it is safe to have sex with me without protection? Nor will you become pregnant.”

All gods were immune to any sexually transmitted diseases and didn’t carry any themselves. Nor could a child be conceived from a union   between a demigod and a human.

“I know.”

He reached out, gathered the pillow shams and tossed them onto a large armchair on the other side of the bed, save for one which bounced to the floor. Then he pulled back the plush bedcover and the top sheet. He urged her onto the bed and she sat with her legs curled at her side, anticipation drumming inside her.

“Tell me you want me, in Greek.”

Her memory plucked the phrase he’d said earlier. “Se thelo.” It was little more than a husky whisper.

She heard the low growl of pleasure as he came onto the bed, chiseled muscles rippling like those of a panther stalking its prey. He slid an arm around her back and raised her up on her knees as he brought his mouth to hers.

“Your sweet accent does something to me…”

Then his mouth moved across hers with sensual possession, soft and hard. He took pleasure yet gave twice as much with a skill honed by maybe hundreds of years’ experience. She had no clue how old he was. He moaned and parted her mouth. The invasion of his tongue sent a spiral of heat to her sex and she dug her fingers into his shoulders. He gave her tongue a few teasing flicks and then explored with short and deep jabs that stirred every cell in her body, left her breathless. He devoured her mouth. She might as well have been kissed for the first time. Anything before this didn’t even qualify. He continued until she went limp against him, could barely think straight.

The cool, silk sheet against her heated skin was heavenly when he lowered her to the bed. His dark head dipped and she closed her eyes as his mouth and hands caressed their way up her legs, relishing his slow lovemaking. It occurred to her that he could do just about anything to her and she wouldn’t protest. The man was truly dangerous. He stopped planting kisses and gave tiny bites to her inner thighs, which coaxed energy back into her muscles.

When his breath fanned her sex, she got up on her elbows and watched him. He pushed her legs farther apart and murmured something in Greek. Then he looked up at her for a few seconds, perhaps to gauge her thoughts, before fixing his gaze on her flesh. Vicky knew her arousal was evident, felt it collected between the lips.

“Every inch of you is perfect,” Leandros said, his voice thick with desire. His fingers glided up and down the sides of her sex, avoiding the region that craved his attention the most. By nature, she had very little pubic hair. “Silky soft, dark pink…swollen with need.”

He narrowed the span of his fingers, now sliding along the edge of her most sensitive flesh. She bit her lip to keep from moaning.

His nostrils flared. “I can smell you…you’ll taste like honey and berries.”

Oh, God…

“Do you always get this wet, Vicky?” he asked.

The brazen question brought color to her face. “I…I don’t know.” She made to close her legs but he stopped her. The answer was no. She never got so wet that if he spread her legs any wider her arousal would trickle down into the sheets.

A smile danced about his mouth as he looked up at her. “That’s a good thing, sweetness. It will be more pleasurable when I take you.”

Her sex pulsed in response, needing the hard heat of his…cock. It was a word she shied away from, used it only in the heat of passion. Without warning, his fingers swept up the seam of her sex, spreading her juice all the way to her clit. Her hips bucked and a ragged cry broke in her throat.

With one hand keeping her body still, he repeated the motion, using at least three fingers to stroke up and down. He circled around her clit with a feather light touch but didn’t focus on it. Instead, he shifted lower, to the short area between the clit and the tip of the lips, which he caressed with quick strokes.

“Ohh!” Her nails dug into the bed sheet as an unexpected quiver went through her. Since when was that area so sensitive? He dipped into her orifice and returned to the spot to wet it again. The sensation was silken torture. Her hips tried to buck again but he held her still. Coils of pleasure unfurled in small doses, making her flesh contract under his fingers.

“You like this, Vicky?”

Unconsciously, she licked her lips and saw a muscle in his jaw clench. “Mmm…yes. But it’s…driving me crazy.”

The corner of his mouth quirked. “That’s the point.”

She had no doubt. He was keenly aware of her arousal—there was obvious control in his stimulation. He wouldn’t let her climax now. When a stronger quiver shook her he moved up her body, tracing a warm path with his mouth over her belly.