For The Love Of A God Rosanna Leo (best novels in english txt) 📖

always been sweet, seductive interludes. Mystical moments of otherworldly passion with her Eryx.

But he'd left her, had left Chloe. And the goddess of vengeance had found her.

As she stifled a sob, Eric burst into her room and ran to her bed. His hands went immediately to her face, his eyes searching hers. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

She sat trembling under his touch, the same touch she'd felt from Eryx so often in her dreams. She looked into his haunted eyes, the same eyes the god always bore in her dream. The shape of his lips, the turn of his chin, the straight line of his eyebrows, all of it was the very same.

And as she lowered her eyes, she realized Eric was nude. Her eyes took in his chest. It was sculpted after all. She'd have to let Sheila know. He had a perfect six-pack ... or was it eight? And it was covered in a smattering of golden hairs which darkened as they trailed toward his sex.

Oh, God. His sex. Every last thick, throbbing inch of it was on display for her.

Degree by painful degree, she raised her eyes back up to his, her chest heaving. “I had a nightmare."

"But you're not in pain?"

"No,” she whispered, taking in the agonized look on his face. “Are you?"

Eric stared at her, feeling intense heat in every extremity. She looked so luscious there, quivering in her silly Happy Days T-shirt. Despite the semi-darkness of the room, he could see how it draped over her full breasts, how it tented over the delicious peaks of her hard nipples. And he could see her bare legs in a tangle where she'd kicked at her sheets.

Oh, he was in pain, all right.

He could even smell her. The tangy, female scent of her arousal. And, whether it was the influence of the chardonnay or of her sweet body, her scent called to him.

Claimed him. Shackled him to her.

He couldn't turn away from her now if he wanted to.

He set his mouth in a line of grim determination. Then, he leaned over to her and whispered, “I want you, Maia. I want you writhing beneath me. I want to lick every last inch of you. I want your juices on my tongue. So help me, I want to fuck you like you've never been fucked before. And I'm tired of pretending I don't want it."

Maia stared, unable to speak. He looked so aggressive, so assertive. So godly. So heart-stoppingly desirable.

In her head, she heard Dino's voice over and over again. Maybe you should just fuck him. God only knew she wanted it, needed it, as much as he apparently did. She dropped her eyes quickly down to his engorged penis again.

Oh, yeah. He wanted it too.

Maybe she should just do it. Maybe then she'd get him out of her system and be able to function again.

As Maia fought the urge to hyperventilate, she pulled aside the sheets for him and watched him perform a slow, predatory crawl into her bed.

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Chapter Nine

Maia did not bother to turn off the light. Did not even close her eyes. She wanted to see everything. She wasn't afraid of the sensory overload his touch inspired anymore. She welcomed it.

His eyes were hooded, sensual, as he mounted the bed and kneeled in front of her. Maia licked her lips as she took him in. The hard thighs, the arms corded in muscle, the flat abs. He was almost too much perfection in one package, nothing like any man she'd ever known.

And as he reached for the hem of her T-shirt, she had to bite her lip. Just the look in his eyes, alluring and hypnotic as the Mediterranean, was enough to make her implode.

He disposed of her shirt and then her panties. Pausing, he let his eyes rake up and down her nude body. He swore.

And then he was on her.

Eric pinned her to the bed, his lips seeking, roving across her skin. As if reacquainting himself with something he'd once lost. His movements were strong and sure, his weight deliciously heavy upon her. He captured her flailing arms and held them over her head, easily grasping both of her wrists in his hand. And then he did a sensuous, slow grind against her pelvis, letting her feel his need. His want.

She quivered under him, desperate for release already. “Kiss me,” she breathed. “I need your mouth."

And he gave it to her. All softness and slick heat as his tongue mated with hers. She wanted to touch him as he kissed her, but he would not relinquish her arms. Instead, he ran his free hand up and down the side of her body, cupping each soft curve.

"Please,” she begged, and tried to wiggle out of the iron grip he had on her wrists. It was no use. He was too powerful. But she wanted to touch him so badly. Needed to feel the texture of his skin under her fingers. To see if he felt like Eryx, too.

Eric kept her pinned, grinning at her futile struggle, while he licked and nipped at her neck. He wasn't ready to let her go yet. Somehow, he just knew if he felt the sweet pressure of her marauding hands, he'd be a total goner. He'd come, hard and quick, like a teenager who'd just found girlie magazines under his dad's bed.

And it had been years! So many years since he'd done this. He had to pace himself. He wanted to enjoy every last, explosive second of it.

But gods, she tasted so good!

Even her neck, so dainty, so lightly fragranced with baby powder and hot desire, was unlike anything he'd ever tasted. He was getting harder, painfully so, with each scrumptious lick of her.

What would her nipples taste like? Her stomach? Gods help him ... her sex? The mere thought made his penis swell again, as it sought to intrude into her luscious body.

"Please let me touch you,” she