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

her face redden. He slid two fingers back and forth across her wet seam, and she watched her lips part on a shattered breath. He reached two fingers into her, seeking refuge in her warm body, and she watched as her pupils dilated.

And then he stroked. Stroked. Stroked.

Her knees were starting to buckle. She was already starting to come. Only then did he permit himself a little nibble, closing his teeth on the back of her neck. Staring at her in the mirror.

Maia cried out, and he removed his hand, delaying her release. Seeing the sense of tremendous loss shadow her features, he grinned at her. “Now. Look in the mirror, and tell me what you see."

With a little less hesitation, she did. And took in the sight there. Her hair was in slight disarray. There was a bead of sweat on her upper lip and a pink flush to her chest. Her eyes were wide and so dark. Haunted, but needing more of him. Hungry.

"What do you see, Maia?"

"I'm ... I'm beautiful."

Only then did Eric roll the mirror away. He then rejoined her before the bed and gathered her in his arms. Holding her. Caressing her. After a moment, he pulled away and smiled down at her. “I'll tell you what else you are.” He raised the fingers which had so recently been in her wet pussy and sucked on them, then licked his lips. “You're fucking delicious."

He had her on the bed in an instant.

She was unbelievably soft underneath him, a quivering mass of sleek, perfumed skin, and those sexy pubic curls tickling his body. Shit, he was in a bad way over this woman.

She'd been so perfect as he caressed her in front of his mirror. A beautiful doe of a woman with large eyes and trembling legs, like she hadn't quite learned how to balance yet. And so very wet. Gods, when he'd seen her moisture all over his fingers, he'd almost lost it then and there.

But he wouldn't. No way. Not until she came in his mouth. He wanted to do that for her before he took his fill.

To that end, Eric decided it was a perfect time to slide down her body. He nuzzled her neck, her collarbones, and let himself drift downward, stopping only to suckle at those incredible breasts. Man, he'd known soldiers of old who would go to war over such a body!

He had been ready to dispatch a few people over her tonight himself. Starting with shithead Jeremy and the old janitor, Wally, who'd wanted to dance with her.

Okay, his reactions might have been a bit primitive, but he wouldn't apologize for wanting her so much.

Concentrating only on her, he spread her legs and stared at her sex. “So pretty,” he murmured, touching one finger to her.

Maia bucked beneath him. Oh dear God in heaven, take me now, take me now!

But God didn't see fit to do so. Instead, he kept her there, struggling with the overwhelming crush of heart-stopping sensation. She looked up, drinking in the sight of Eric between her legs. He was propped up on one elbow, grinning like a lecherous priest, stroking her with that one sinful finger. Knowing how badly she wanted his lips and tongue on her.

"Bastard,” she whispered.

He lowered his head and chuckled against her skin. She felt his warm breath glide over her wetness, heightening the sensation. She lifted her hips, in a silent plea, but he continued to tease her. He blew on her, touched her with a featherlight caress, and stroked her all around the tops of her thighs.

He just wouldn't lick her there.

She was ready to kill for the feel of his tongue on her.

Finally, after what seemed like hours of delectable torment, his mouth found her. His hungry lips kissed her swollen skin, his tongue slid into her warmth, and he captured the pebbled pearl of her clit. As he suckled, Maia cried out with a force totally unfamiliar to her, unexpectedly earth-shattering. She was hotter than hell and higher than heaven.

George the archaeologist had nothing on Eric!

And as he suckled, he murmured sweet nothings against her lips. Dazed, she lifted her head, even as each wave of the orgasm threatened to flatten her once again. She peered at Eric, trying to hear what he was saying. It all sounded Greek to her.

But then she realized he was speaking in Greek. The same phrase, over and over, as he licked at her. Whispered against her sex between each gentle, yet possessive suck.

She heard enough to translate it as, “My beloved."

Her head fell back on the bed, as searing sensation and heart-stopping emotions vied for control of her body.

At first, the words had come to Eric unbidden. They'd simply rolled off his tongue in the language he'd known for eons. My beloved, my beloved. As soon as the words were out, he wondered at the feelings prompting them.

He barely knew her, and yet he felt he'd always known her. Since the moment he'd spilled out of Aphrodite's womb. Since his days of debauchery and lust. Something inside of him had always been searching for Maia Douglas. Something about her called to him in a language no one knew but they.

Something about her made him want to lick and worship at her body for days on end.

She fed his soul as surely as her juices filled his mouth. He realized he never wanted to be anywhere but here, between her legs. Making her moan and cry. Feeling each titillating gyration as she writhed under him.

Gods, he wanted to be inside her so badly!

But he would finish this first. Give her the orgasm of a lifetime. And then maybe he'd do it all over again.

Zeus forgive him, he would claim Maia and ruin her for any other man. Surely her sweet whimpers had ruined him for any other woman. And though he knew he should let her stumble out of his apartment and never come back, he wanted to never let