Page 45 of Godslayer
Her eyes squint. “What?”
I lean down, kissing her Biting her lip just enough to tease her. Then I whisper, “Does the dirty talk turn you on? Or off?”
She closes her eyes and shakes her head, which might concern me if she wasn’t smiling and blushing at the same time. Her hand flies up to cover her face. “I can’t believe we’re talking about this.”
I pull that hand down, lowering my hips over her pussy, pressing my hard cock into her. I reach down with my thumb and begin teasing her little nub. “On or off?”
Those royal blue eyes are looking straight into mine when she whispers, “On.” But at the same time, she’s got her hand on the button of my pants. A moment later, she’s popped it open and is sliding her hand inside.
I moan when she grips me, clenching my jaw, still looking into those amazing eyes. I love her. I already know it. I’m not going to say it, not now. Not yet. Because she won’t believe me and you only get to tell someone you love them for the first timeonce.
When I say it, she will know it. She will believe it. And from this moment forward, that’s my job. To make sure, when I say those words, she willfeelit.
While I’ve been thinking about this, she’s pushed my pants down over my hips, freeing my dick. Her hand still gripping it, tighter now, as she slides her palm up and down my shaft.
I remove my hand from between her legs and lift my hips up just enough so she can open her legs and guide me inside her. I press against her tight opening, forcing myself to maintain control.
I had meant to lick her into a climax, but right now, I want more connection. I think she does too. Because when I press forward, her fingernails dig into my shoulders, gripping me tight, and her eyes close.
All thoughts of dirty talk are gone now and the only thing on my mind is the beautiful woman I’m on top of. I press forward, carefully, slowly. And I can tell by the look on her face that this is how she needs it right now.
Not rough. Not dirty.
Soft and emotional.
So I lean down and kiss her as we move together.
Enjoying the slow pace.
Living in this moment.
The aftermath of knowing that we have made a child.
That she is going to be a mother.
That I am responsible for two people other than myself.
And while I can’t read her mind, I can certainly read my own.
A family. A big one. With Jasina at my side.
This is the meaning of life I’ve been looking for.
12 - JASINA
Everything about waking upnext to Finn Scott is comfortable. It’s not a word I recall using much in my previous life. Growing up down-city wasn’t meant to be comfortable. Comfort is a prize you win after making a vow to the god in the tower and becoming his Pledge.
Once that’s out of the way, all down-city Pledges are invited up-city for etiquette classes in the Canal District. I think they had them there on purpose. To tease us and taunt us with all the luxury these up-city people had. Because every week the five of us—Lucindy, Britley, Harlow, Ceela, and I would have to walk past all those shops.
It was a lesson in what we lacked.
And it made us crave things we never knew we wanted. Like jewelry, and pretty dresses, and tiny cakes served with tea.
Of course, we knew these things existed, everyone in Tau City has the right to attend the outdoor Extraction parties in the Extraction District. They just… don’t.
Every girl goes once. Usually when they’re around eight or so. You have to go once, or you’re kind of a freak. But it’s such a hassle to get up the canal. Boat rides for down-city Pledges are free. But it’s a dear price to hire a boat to take you all the way upto the Extraction District. Typically, when young girls would get the itch to see the parties, families would pool together resources and groups would go together.
Often on a fishing boat.
