I finish off the bottle and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. Chuckling, I dematerialize it and reach to finger one of her braids. “There’s no way you’ll be able to, mon cher. Just keep that blasted name to yourself.”
Her breathing is erratic, and I’m nearly fixated by the movements of her chest. The nerves leak off her, but that isn’t all. There’s an almost unsettling gleam in her eyes.
An interest that’s both carnal and dangerous.
I don’t read into it too deeply. Why should I? At this moment in time, it suits my needs.
It’ll come to destroy me, though.
Eventually, it might ruin us both.
I slide my hand into her thick braids, fisting the ones at the back of her nape. “And no crying during this. Under any circumstances.” If there’s one thing I could never stand, it’s a woman crying during sex.
Hands fisted at her sides, she nods.
Another show of false bravado.
I don’t know whether I want to break her or please her.
Perhaps a little bit of both.
Marie tilts her chin back with a pride that defies her status as a slave—and as the inexperienced, untouched virgin who’s willing to sacrifice her body to a monstrous god. “How do we begin this, then?”
“Normally? With you face down on the dirt, ass in the air, knees scraped as I rut behind you.” It was meant to leave her off kilter. Instead, I’ve wrecked myself with that mental image.
She tries to step back to do as I asked. I almost let her get down on her knees for me.
Again, with that bravery. Because that’s what it is. It isn’t false, I acknowledge. True courage is standing strong in the face of fear.
I almost like this girl. How odd.
“No. This one time I’ll make an exception.” I shouldn’t care that she’s untouched, it shouldn’t dictate the course of my decisions when it comes to her.
Shouldn’t. Shouldn’t. Shouldn’t.
A theme that’ll forever surround her and me.
I point to the ground next to me. “You’ll be there, but on your back. I’ve decided to prime you before I make you take my cock.”
Chapter Three
Funny, when I commanded her to the dirt, it completely escaped my mind that I’d be the one on my knees before her.
Her braids are spread around her head. She’s been studying me the last few minutes as I’ve been engrossed with her.
That sheath is hanging tight around her thighs, hiding that part of her from my view.
It’ll be torn from her soon enough.
Kneeling between Marie’s spread legs, I’ve kept my hands to myself so far, but mostly because I have no fucking clue where to start.
What part of her to eat first.
She’s truly the most attractive woman I’ve ever seen. It’s abnormal.
“You look like you were made to be fucked, little virgin,” I confess in a hoarse voice.
Her throat bobs, pulse racing. The vein there thumps with a furious beat and the sound echoes in my head. Her nipples poke through the white material.
I snap a hand around one breast, and I can barely wrap my fingers around it.
Marie’s back curls in a small arch and her body tenses. Her breath catches in her throat.
I shift my hand, pinching her nipples in a hard grip. “Answer me, Marie.” Rolling her nipple between my fingers, I watch her body coil into itself and her breathing stilts again.
“I—I don’t know what you want me to s—” A sensual, small gasp leaves her as I grab her other breast and begin to tweak that nipple, as well.
“You look ready for a hard fucking. Do you think you can handle that, Marie?”
Her surprisingly perfect teeth sink into her thick bottom lip. She holds my stare as long as she can, brows furrowing, body squirming with both pleasure and pain. When her head snaps back, voice breaking on a loud moan, her hips rising toward me, I have to bite my own lip to remain silent. “Yes. Yes.” Her hands slap the dirt on either side of her head, hips circling. “I’ll take whatever you want to give me.”
That’s what I like to hear.
The hem of her sheath tears apart with a single tug from me. I refuse to stare at her bared cunt for more than a second. Something tells me that’s the last thing I need after this is done—she’s going to be carved into my memory, regardless.
Rearing over her, I hold myself up with an elbow and slide my hand between her legs. Her wet pussy is like hot silk in my palm. “Fuck, you’re wet for me.”
She moans again, shocked, almost pitiful sounds, and reaches for my free hand with her own.
As if it’s not covered by skeleton markings.
As if I’m just a normal man fingering her cunt.
She wraps her fingers around mine, holding tight as she practically fucks her own self with my hand. Her hips move in rapid circles, chasing the high.
Shit. Her clit’s so soft and swollen. Ready to burst for me.
Fitting, since I’m convinced I’m about to come for her.
It’s building in her, about to break free. I can sense it mounting, her pleasure becoming my own as our energies begin to merge.
I learned that after becoming a god. Sex is much more than a physical energy exchange. One of the most powerful magics that can be performed.
It’s a good thing most humans don’t know that.
Marie does.
She drags her gaze back to mine and my hand to her mouth. Taking me by surprise, she bites on it to muffle her cries.
No. They’re too loud to be silenced. She simply needs to bite down on something in order to ride this out.
Her pussy’s trembling, so wet I can hear the glide of my skin against hers. I rub her swollen clit with my thumb and slowly slide a finger inside her.
She bites my hand harder, hips lifting off the ground.
I choke back a groan, pressing my throbbing erection into her hip, and slide my finger in deeper. She’s as tight as one would expect a virgin to be and I can feel the edges of her barrier as I stretch her out.
Her moans grow shorter, frantic.
Those dark eyes glaze over, unfocused.
“That’s it, bébé,” I murmur, my own breaths racing. “Look at me while you come. I want you to see who’s doing this to you.” Her cunt contracts around my fingers, body coiling tighter . . .
“Uhn!” Her lids flutter, but she manages to keep them open as she falls over the edge. That sinfully curved body gyrates, trashes, twitching with pleasure, and I almost come against her hip as her orgasm floods my hand.
Little demon sank her teeth into my hand hard enough to leave an imprint.
A mortal marking a god.
If only I could realize how apt that actually is.
Growling, I rip my hand away from her mouth. Her lips glisten with moisture, slightly parted as she tries to catch her breath.
My thoughts grow dimmer and dimmer. My fixation with that mouth is unnerving. I hate kissing women, always did.
But this one . . . she makes me want to eat and fuck her mouth in equal measure.
Which, naturally, sparks the beast of anger in my core.
I ease away from her. Marie’s shaking thighs fall open in a lazy, satisfied display, and I’m stuck with the one sight I was trying my best to avoid.
Shit. Her pussy is lovely. Literally fucking lovely. And its glistening even more than her mouth is.