fingers across it again, and her pillow suddenly shifted on a swift intake of breath.
She found herself flipped over and pinned by a half-naked Sevani as she struggled to open her eyes. God, he was strong. Sevani rose above her like an avenging angel. His blue-gray gaze pierced her soul, and an electric shock zinged through her system. She was on fire as his legs slid between hers and he rested in the cradle of her thighs. He felt so unbelievably good. His full lips were set in a hard line, and she could see a tick in his jaw where the muscles worked. She thought for a moment about what he felt when he looked down at her, and then his big, warm hands framed her face, and she stopped breathing. She could do nothing but focus on the slow descent of his face toward hers. He lifted her face to meet his mouth.
“Ayah,” he whispered against her mouth right before his lips claimed hers, and she crumbled. If he had been lost to passion for his dead wife, then she would have been able to fight. If he had called to Nila, she would have kicked his ass from her bed no matter what her treacherous body wanted. But he hadn’t. As his soft but demanding mouth sought to conquer hers, he had spoken her name. He wanted Ayah. He wanted her. She didn’t have the willpower to deny him, and she didn’t want to.
His moist tongue slid into her mouth smoothly as if it belonged there. He tasted of lust and spice. Her heart pounded as a calloused hand gripped the back of her head, forcing her mouth tighter to his, and his other hand squeezed between her and the bed to grasp her bottom. He pinned her hard against him as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. The first kiss they shared hadn’t felt like this. There was a promise here of pleasure beyond their stolen moments against her door. Somehow she knew that Sevani intended to take her, and she was powerless to stop him. If she were honest with herself, and she could be in the privacy of her own mind, she had wanted this. She’d been waiting for this moment between them. She hadn’t been satisfied with their moments on the wall before. She wanted to know what his possession would be like. For good or bad, she wanted to have this. She wanted to experience this so that, on the nights she was lonely, long after he was gone, she could pull it out to warm her. She would have it to sustain her. She wanted to experience passion, true passion, for once in her life. Sevani could give that to her. He would make any male pale in comparison. He already had.
“Goddesses do not know the worship I will set upon you. They will know what it is to envy a human woman,” he whispered and then kissed his way down her jawline. He stopped kissing her skin long enough to help her take off the T-shirt she had put on earlier, but his mouth wasn’t gone for long. He moved back to her neck as soon as her shirt was out of the way. As he sucked at her pulse, her toes curled with the sensation. He massaged her back with slow circles. He had deadly hands, hands that could, and had, killed men. But he touched her with awe-inspiring care.
Her muscles went liquid as his coarse fingers dug into her flesh. He found the clasp of her bra and upended it with deft fingers. He pulled her bra away from her, rising up slightly on his knees. His hot gaze raked down her flesh, and her nipples hardened in response. But as he looked his fill, so did she. If she had not known he was a warrior before, she could see it on his body now. There was a large X scar across his chest. Some part of her mind was functioning enough to wonder how an immortal warrior could be scarred, but even that thought obliterated as the urge to kiss the spot took hold. She wanted to feel the scar against her lips, under her tongue.
“Gods, you are beautiful,” he said roughly above her, and the decision was made.
She gripped his sides and pulled herself up to his body as he held himself up on his hands. She sucked in a breath as her nipples touched the
She found herself flipped over and pinned by a half-naked Sevani as she struggled to open her eyes. God, he was strong. Sevani rose above her like an avenging angel. His blue-gray gaze pierced her soul, and an electric shock zinged through her system. She was on fire as his legs slid between hers and he rested in the cradle of her thighs. He felt so unbelievably good. His full lips were set in a hard line, and she could see a tick in his jaw where the muscles worked. She thought for a moment about what he felt when he looked down at her, and then his big, warm hands framed her face, and she stopped breathing. She could do nothing but focus on the slow descent of his face toward hers. He lifted her face to meet his mouth.
“Ayah,” he whispered against her mouth right before his lips claimed hers, and she crumbled. If he had been lost to passion for his dead wife, then she would have been able to fight. If he had called to Nila, she would have kicked his ass from her bed no matter what her treacherous body wanted. But he hadn’t. As his soft but demanding mouth sought to conquer hers, he had spoken her name. He wanted Ayah. He wanted her. She didn’t have the willpower to deny him, and she didn’t want to.
His moist tongue slid into her mouth smoothly as if it belonged there. He tasted of lust and spice. Her heart pounded as a calloused hand gripped the back of her head, forcing her mouth tighter to his, and his other hand squeezed between her and the bed to grasp her bottom. He pinned her hard against him as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. The first kiss they shared hadn’t felt like this. There was a promise here of pleasure beyond their stolen moments against her door. Somehow she knew that Sevani intended to take her, and she was powerless to stop him. If she were honest with herself, and she could be in the privacy of her own mind, she had wanted this. She’d been waiting for this moment between them. She hadn’t been satisfied with their moments on the wall before. She wanted to know what his possession would be like. For good or bad, she wanted to have this. She wanted to experience this so that, on the nights she was lonely, long after he was gone, she could pull it out to warm her. She would have it to sustain her. She wanted to experience passion, true passion, for once in her life. Sevani could give that to her. He would make any male pale in comparison. He already had.
“Goddesses do not know the worship I will set upon you. They will know what it is to envy a human woman,” he whispered and then kissed his way down her jawline. He stopped kissing her skin long enough to help her take off the T-shirt she had put on earlier, but his mouth wasn’t gone for long. He moved back to her neck as soon as her shirt was out of the way. As he sucked at her pulse, her toes curled with the sensation. He massaged her back with slow circles. He had deadly hands, hands that could, and had, killed men. But he touched her with awe-inspiring care.
Her muscles went liquid as his coarse fingers dug into her flesh. He found the clasp of her bra and upended it with deft fingers. He pulled her bra away from her, rising up slightly on his knees. His hot gaze raked down her flesh, and her nipples hardened in response. But as he looked his fill, so did she. If she had not known he was a warrior before, she could see it on his body now. There was a large X scar across his chest. Some part of her mind was functioning enough to wonder how an immortal warrior could be scarred, but even that thought obliterated as the urge to kiss the spot took hold. She wanted to feel the scar against her lips, under her tongue.
“Gods, you are beautiful,” he said roughly above her, and the decision was made.
She gripped his sides and pulled herself up to his body as he held himself up on his hands. She sucked in a breath as her nipples touched the
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