Accidentally...Over?(24)

With her body, she backed him against the wall, savoring his hard frame  against her soft curves. She felt like she'd lose her mind if she didn't  do something with this pent-up lust. He turned her into an animal.

"You're really not wearing any clothes?" she panted in between heated, wet, desperate kisses.

Instead of answering with words, he took her hand, the one palming his  delicious pectoral, and slid it down. She kept her eyes tightly shut,  not wanting what they couldn't see to get in the way.

Ripped abs, a delicate dip in his hard stomach where she found his belly  button, and then a light dusting of hair, slightly course. Was he  really going to place her hand where she thought? And hoped?

Never breaking their wild, hungry kisses, her fingers grazed a thicker  patch of curls and then …  Holy, sacred shlong-a-saurus. She sucked in a  sharp breath the moment her fingertips made contact. Hard, velvety,  thick.

Máax released a grating groan, the kind that scraped and clawed at a  woman's core. That core which now quivered when she realized her hand  only made it partially around his manly girth. Her fingers followed the  long, hard line of his wickedly large penis, and she wondered when she  would reach the tip.

He groaned again, this time so gravelly that she almost orgasmed. How is  that even possible? It was as if the sound of his voice delved deep  inside and enveloped her throbbing, pulsing flesh, rhythmically pushing  against her.

This has to be bad. She had absolutely no control over herself when around him. But feels so good.

She leaned into him, their lips becoming more demanding and greedy of  each other as she pressed him against her stomach. She'd never wanted to  do this with a man, but she found herself needing to pleasure him, to  hear him call out her name.

She cupped his erection against her abdomen, using her hand to massage  him, while their tongues mimicked the rhythm of their bodies working  toward the same delicious goal: to make him come. Yes. That's what she  wanted. To make him lose his immortal mind. She wanted to drive him  crazy with lust. It felt like a primal instinct.                       
       
           



       

His hands reached for the hem of her dress, and he swiftly pulled the  white flowy fabric up over her head, leaving her in just her pale pink  bra and panties.

He unhooked the clasp in the front of her bra and stripped it away. She  immediately felt his hungry gaze on her breasts, right down the tips of  her hardened nipples, as if he touched her with his mind. How did he do  that?

"Mmmm," was all he said, but it managed to push her that final inch, well past any point of control.

Ohmygod. Change plans. She wanted him inside her. She wanted him to take  her right there in the kitchen and pound her senseless against the  wall. She wanted to feel his insanely thick, hard cock push inside her  body. She wanted him to use her for his pleasure. She just wanted him.  All of him. All to herself. I'm so in trouble.

As if reading her thoughts, he spun them both and placed her back to the  wall. He gripped her panties and then broke the kiss. She felt him look  her over again, perhaps savoring the task of stripping away the last  barrier between them.

"You are so …  beautiful, Ashli. The most beautiful woman, I've ever seen. Every inch is"-he sucked in a breath-"perfection."

Her breasts were too big for her frame and her hips were too narrow.  She'd always hated that about her body, but for a fraction of a second,  she saw herself through his eyes. She did feel perfect, like a goddess. A  sexy, smart, beautiful goddess.

She smiled but resisted opening her eyes. She knew the image of him in  her mind would not be mirrored by her eyes. Her eyes would see nothing.  Oh, but he was there. She felt every pulsing ripple, every hard inch. Oh  yes, the man was there.

He slowly slid her panties to her ankles, and she kicked them away,  leaving her completely bare. She wanted to say something, to tell him  how badly she needed him to take her hard with that enormous shaft, but  he didn't give her a chance. His mouth returned to her, smothering her  moans and groans.

He lifted her against the wall, and she responded helpfully by wrapping her legs around him.

"I want you, Ashli," he whispered in her ear. "I think I wanted you even before I met you."

She responded by placing her hands on either side of his face and kissing him with everything she had.

Mind-bending anticipation overpowered her when his hand reached under  her thigh to position himself. She broke the kiss and held her breath,  bracing for his penetration. She gasped with pleasure as his thick,  heated tip parted her soft skin and began slowly thrusting inside. But  the pleasure she'd expected did not come. Instead, it felt …  well, really  unpleasant-like a hot branding iron on her most intimate of places.

She yelped, and he immediately backed off, allowing her to drop her legs. She pushed him back and doubled over. "What was that?"

"Bloody hell," Máax said, "I forgot about that."

"Forgot about what?" she gasped.

"We are not"-he paused for several awkward moments, catching his breath-"physically compatible."

What? He had to be messing with her. She fought the urge to pass out.  She'd never felt anything more painful in her entire life, like she  decided to park it on a campfire.

"Deities are not compatible with humans," he said coldly.

Her head snapped up. No, she could not see him, but he sure the hell  could see her, and she wanted him to know how peeved she felt. "You've  got to be fucking with me."

"I do not fuck," he said. "Or, more appropriately stated, we shall not  fuck without the assistance of black jade, a particular material that  blunts my powerful energy."

His words felt like a bucket of ice. "B-but didn't you s-say"-she  couldn't quite speak right-"that we're …  we're …  soul mates? Ch-chosen by  the universe?"

If he was so certain they were meant to be together, that it was their  destiny, then why wouldn't they be able to have sex? That felt  counterintuitive, to say the least. Unless you're being punished.  Punished for everything you've ever done wrong. Including not saving her  family.

"Where are you going, woman?" he asked.                       
       
           



       

Lie. Lie to him. "To my room. And don't bother me. I need space."

He did not say a word.





Twelve





Fuck, fuck, fuck. What was I thinking? Máax stood in Ashli's kitchen  bouncing his forehead against the wall. What the damnatus inferno just  happened?

He'd gone into Ashli's home, intending to have a frank, practical,  mature discussion about how he planned to keep her alive, but then found  himself swept away by the smell of her sweat-covered skin and by the  radiant, sensual heat of her body. He'd even found himself feeling  grateful for the bond, imagining that there might be hope for them. He  forgot all of the pertinent facts, which might undermine any aspirations  of a lasting relationship. Such as, for starters, he had no future.  Ergo, they had no future.

Yet he wanted her. Truly wanted her. He'd even said she was his. And he'd godsdamned meant it!

Sonofabitch! It's like the damned thing just snuck up and bit me on the ass. He was screwed! And hell, he didn't even care!

He wandered into her living room and sat down, placing his face in his  palms. His cock hurt like a spurius, and his balls ached like a  godsdamned charley horse. Shouldn't deities be immune to this kind of  torturous mortal bull crap?

He groaned and leaned back into the couch.

Get a hold of yourself and think with your head.

No, asshole, the other head.

His mind reeled.

All right.

He would simply apologize for his professional indiscretion and explain  how it was the bond's fault. He would explain the unfeasibility of a  future as a couple and that she'd simply need to trust him about that.  In addition, they simply couldn't afford any diversions from the task at  hand. Yes, she'd understand. Ashli was mate to the God of Truth and  handled truth quite well.

She is so wonderful.

Gaaarrr …  Cease your incessant mooning over her!

His massive hard-on wasn't improving matters.

Yes, but the last time he'd left her alone to, um, do his business, she'd died.

Perhaps I will simply check on her first. He walked to her room and knocked on the door. "Are you all right?"

"Go away! I need to be alone!" Ashli screamed.

"Are you certain you will not leave your room or play with anything sharp?"

"Go. Away!"

Yes. She was certain.

He sighed and wandered to the bathroom. Thankfully, Ashli had a large  assortment of scented lotions that smelled like her-sweet, lavender,  woman. He'd be set in a matter of minutes. He need only think of her  hot, sensual body pressing against his, begging him for pleasure.