Page 33 of The Demigod Complex
She tossed her head back as he started to move, rocking her hips into his, matching his rhythm.
He stopped moving. “How long, Lyleia?”
She opened her eyes to find him hovering above her, an intensity in his gaze she’d never seen before, even as passion tightened his features. “Too bloody long.”
He grinned, and she sighed as he started to move again. She closed her eyes, reveling in her body and his and their joining as sensation layered on sensation.
“Eyes on me.” His rough demand had her obeying to find him watching her with an intensity that only built the pleasure.
Gazes locked, with each stroke inside her, and each shudder of pleasure, the pressure built and the wonder became personal. As though he was branding her as his own. Electricity skated over her skin.
As her eyes widened, he smiled. Triumphant and arrogant and hers. “You’re not the only one with pleasurable tricks.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet.” With an answering triumphant smile, she let loose the fullness of her gift and the pleasure inside her rose like the swell of a tsunami, so intense she dug her nails into Castor’s back, hanging on for the ride.
Castor groaned, thickening inside her, and increased his pace, bucking into her wildly, his face beautifully harsh above hers.
The electric charge gathered and sparked in his eyes then shot between them, sizzling lightning wrapping his cock in electric pleasure that flirted with pain and made each thrust that much more intense.
Leia writhed beneath her lover, wild with pleasure as their powers entwined until, with twin shouts of rapture, they toppled over the edge into another world, one filled with exquisite sensation. He didn’t stop his thrusts until both of them were satiated, drained.
Leia relished the slowing after the beauty of what they’d created together, the weight of his body delicious as they lay locked in replete contentment. She refused to think about the later. The consequences and next steps. Not yet. She still wanted now too much and worrying about later tended to ruin now.
Castor buried his face in her neck, then hummed in appreciation. “You smell like rain and mountain springs…and me.”
She opened her eyes to find him watching her with a lazy, satisfied, utterly possessive smile playing across his lips.
“Gods, you are an incredible woman. The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
“I find that hard to believe given how long you’ve lived but thank you.” She stretched, luxuriating in the way his gaze followed every curve of her body, showing off like the nymph she was, accessing a part of her she hadn’t in way too long.
He captured her face between his hands, suddenly all serious intent. “I mean it, Lyleia.”
She turned her head to kiss his palm. “I believe you.”
He nodded, satisfied. Then stood and scooped her into his arms.
“What are you doing?” Even as she asked the question, she wrapped her arms around his neck, happy to go anywhere he wanted to take her.
“I’m making us a bath. I’ve heard a man hasn’t lived until he’s made love to a water nymph in the water.”
The rumors were true as water amplified the effect of their pleasure giving and receiving ability, partly why gods pursued them as relentlessly as they once had. The experience became addictive. Panic surged through her. She laid her palm over his heart. “I don’t do that.”
He paused and looked down at her. “With anyone?”
She shook her head.
“Ever?”
She glanced away. “I guess you could say I’m saving it for my forever, not just one night of passion.”
A single finger under her chin tipped her gaze back his way. “I won’t say I don’t want it, but I get it.”
“You do?” She’d expected the ego she knew lurked behind that easygoing exterior to rear its head.
“I had what I thought was forever once. For an entire year. So yeah, I do.” He went from seriously sweet to heart-stoppingly intense in a nanosecond as he gave her a wicked grin. “Besides, I have lots of other fantasies where you’re concerned.”
“I may have a few of my own,” she murmured, body humming.
