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

she realized. It was his kiss. With each press of his warm lips, with each thrust of his delicious tongue, tentacles of molten lava reached into her and seared her. Seeking out the places in her body which no one had ever touched before. Hell, even he hadn't touched them before.

She felt her temperature climb. Sweat broke out on her forehead and back; at the same time a wonderful moisture seeped out between her legs. She'd never felt so hot. So ready. Her legs had already parted for him, and she was desperate to lose her wet panties.

He tore himself away from her lips and stared down at her, questioning. Obviously worried his attentions might be hurting her instead of arousing her. “Are you okay, baby?"

"Okay?” Maia laughed nervously. “I'm fucking fantastic! What are you doing to me?"

His lips curled into a sly, crooked grin. “This is how I make love."

"But I didn't feel like this before. So ... intense. I'm burning up.” She scrambled for words, concerned all of a sudden she might have offended him about his last performance. “I mean, last time was mind-blowing. The best I ever had. But this ... all you've done so far is kiss me."

His lips trailed a heated, tingly path from her ear to the hollow of her neck. “I'm going to do much more than kiss you, Maia."

At the feel of his lips, a tremor gurgled through her stomach, making it quiver under him. “Oh, God."

He looked at her again, clearly determined. “That's right. I'm going to show you I am a god. And I'll finally make a believer of you, my beautiful little skeptic."

She felt her face crumple a little, scared of what he would show her.

He ran a soothing hand over her hair. “Don't worry, my love. I promise not to dispatch you to the underworld.” He smiled. “When I made love to you before, I had to hold back. I couldn't show you what I could really do, or you would have known right away I'm not the average man."

Her eyelids fluttered in response to his words. “So, let me get this straight. Last time we had sex, which was the single most erotic experience I've ever had, you weren't even giving it your all?"

Again, he grinned, and she felt her flesh break out in a riot of goose bumps. “Exactly. But no more holding back.” He leaned down and traced her lips with his tongue. “And no more talking, Maia."

He lifted himself off her, and she shuddered. It was so cold when he wasn't touching her. Even if she had a dozen fleece blankets piled on top of her, she doubted she'd be as warm as when he held her. She wanted his heat back.

He stood at the side of the bed and smiled sadly at her. He seemed to understand the sudden chill gripping her. “Just a moment, baby. I can't make love to you like this."

He touched the shoulder of his robe, and everything he was wearing flew from his body and landed in a pile on the floor. Robe, sandals—even the copper shield.

Maia stared at his glorious, nude body. He'd never looked so good, not even in her dreams. She longed to explore him with her hands and her tongue, to thoroughly know each sculpted part of him. Her fears were gone. Her concerns were trying to disappear.

This was no normal man. Could it be...?

He glanced down at her. That was all it took. A mere, feverish glance on his part, and she was naked. Her clothes disappeared from her body and ended up in the same pile as his.

Maia didn't even feel it happen. All she knew was she was naked and wet for him.

As he crawled back on top of her, he once again grinned his “I'm-going-to-sex-you-up” smile, and it felt as if her body was bursting into flames. He chuckled, the crazy, sexy bastard. He was actually laughing at her now. “I bet your archaeologist never did anything like that to you."

"Um, no.” Lord, she couldn't even recall what Georgie-boy looked like anymore. “I just don't understand..."

"I'm the god of love, Maia. This is what I do best.” His hand cupped her breast, tweaking the nipple, and she arched against him, reacting to the sweet pleasure and pain. “Now, didn't I say we should stop talking?"

His mouth closed on her breast, gently licking the nipple he'd just pulled. A soft, devouring heat following the sharp, lusty ache. As his tongue swirled around her puckered skin, her head began to spin. Swirling, swirling pleasure which seemed to never end. A cyclone of sensation teasing her, whipping her, ripping through her to her very core. And always, a heat so strong she thought she'd died and gone to a heavenly hell.

She didn't know where to look or where to turn. She wanted to reciprocate, but couldn't seem to find her lips or legs or hands. She was as good as a jellyfish, with not a single bone left inside her. All she could do was lie there and receive him.

He didn't seem to mind.

It seemed his sole aim in that moment was to give her the greatest, most voluptuous pleasure she'd ever known. He couldn't kiss her enough. His hands could not stop roving over her goose-pimpled skin. He seemed bound to stamp his image on her body, on her heart, and deep within her soul.

As his lips wandered toward her sex, as his hands gently spread her legs, the heat within her grew to a fearsome crescendo, building to such a height she feared it might consume her.

He slid his tongue through her wet, inner lips, pausing to taste her, and then licking again. He hunkered down, caressing her bottom as he devoured her. And as he stretched her with a finger, and then with two and three, Maia began to see the visions.

They were unclear at first, as if seen through a filter. But as he stroked her, they grew