Leandros(13)

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.