by Leandros
“What lineage are you from?” It was a nervous question, an attempt to distract her from his touch.
“Poseidon.”
Vicky had good knowledge of Greek history. Poseidon was the god of the ocean and brother to Zeus. A shiver went up her spine. Leandros was a descendent of one of the most powerful Olympians, which put him in a higher-ranking class of demigods.
“Do you speak any Greek, Vicky?”
Her lids closed a fraction. “Very little.”
He made a low sound in his throat as he pushed her hair out of the way, exposing her neck and her upper back. Her body tensed, a sigh of anticipation hitching in her throat.
His warm breath touched her ear. “Se thelo.”
It took a few seconds for his meaning to register and then her knees almost buckled. I want you.
His fingers curved around the side of her throat before sliding across her shoulder, pushing the thin strap of her dress away. “Do you understand, sweetness?”
She’d understood from the moment he looked at her with dark heat in those blue eyes. She gave a faint nod. It was the main reason—likely the only reason—she was standing thousands of feet above ground in this house. She wanted him. Vicky didn’t suffer from delusions. With Leandros, it would last as long as they were here. Three days, he’d said. After that, they’d go their separate ways. Immortals never took human mates. And humans could never be made immortal.
He’d unzipped her dress, his fingers drawing an erotic caress over her spine that made her fingers curl against the glass. Nerves had moistened her palms.
“Why me?” she finally asked the restless question.
An amused chuckle sounded in his throat. “You don’t strike me as the kind of woman who fishes for compliments. Which could only mean that you’re the kind that doesn’t know how terribly desirable she is.”
Her heart fluttered. No man had ever riled her composure like Leandros, and right now, two emotions tore at her. Uncontrollable desire and anxiety. She let out a gasp as the dress fell to the floor around her feet, leaving her naked except for a matching pair of white panties and bra.
“Um, I’m not…I don’t sleep with strangers…normally,” she mumbled.
His teeth grazed her earlobe. “Even better.”
Before she could respond, she sensed he no longer stood behind her. With a frown, she stepped out of the crumpled dress, slipped off her shoes and walked toward the kitchen at the far end of the large room. Leandros emerged with a small plate and as his gaze scorched down her body, she made an awkward move to cover her breasts. He was fully dressed yet she was too exposed.
“No. Don’t hide your loveliness from me,” he ordered gently and motioned for her to join him at the cream sofa.
Vicky closed the distance and looked at the open, fresh figs on the plate, their centers dark pink ambrosia. She’d had dried figs, but not fresh ones. “So, we’re going to eat.” She cocked an eyebrow.
He made a sound of acknowledgment.
A smile tugged her lips. “I could have done so with clothes on.”
“I prefer my appetizer half naked,” he purred, sending a hot tingle through her body. He lowered himself onto the sofa and took her hand, pulling her closer. “Straddle me.”
When she hesitated, his hands grasped her hips and brought her down onto his lap in a way that she had no choice but to bend her knees and straddle his hard thighs. His scent reached her, ocean and earth. No trace of cologne. The man was delicious. Vicky had no doubt he would please her like no man ever had and that he would push her past her sexual inhibitions. He would indulge in her the way his ancestors enjoyed their ambrosia. Her gaze fell to the sensual curve of his mouth and she slid her hand to his nape, fingertips pushing into his thick hair.
“I’ve fantasized about men like you,” she murmured without much thought. Her statement incited a pleased purr.
His gaze lingered on the rise of her breasts in the bra and then dipped to her belly and the junction between her thighs, sending a sizzle of heat to those parts. He slid a hand up her thigh and about her waist while he picked up one half of the fig.
“You’re so lovely. Now, open that luscious mouth of yours and take a bite.”
She parted her lips and bit into the juicy core of the fruit. A sweet explosion of flavor awakened her taste buds and she couldn’t help the moan of pleasure. Goodness, this is delicious! She took another bite and closed her eyes. The texture was luscious and silky except for the delightful crunchiness of the tiny seeds at the ends.
She opened her eyes and when she looked into his, the naked hunger she saw made her heart go into an erratic flutter.
“Thee mou,” he rasped.
He gently fisted her hair and brought her mouth to his. It was a light caress, a taste of the juice on her lips and teasing flicks of his tongue just inside the seam of her mouth. She ached for more, pressed into him in a silent plea. Moaned against him until he caught her bottom lip between his teeth in a tiny nip. With a low groan, he pulled away, the muscles in his jaw tight.
He swept his thumb across her cheek. “Patience, sweetness, or else I’ll lose control and have you right here. You deserve better.”
He picked up the remaining half of the fig, folded the edges back and squeezed the core outward. With the fruit, he traced a cool, wet line down her throat, followed by the heat of his mouth. A broken sigh pushed through her lips. He tugged her head back, her throat now vulnerable. He alternated between sucking, gentle nipping, and tongue flicks all the way down to the valley of her breasts. His large palm cupped one breast as his sinful mouth feasted on the fig juice and her skin at once. Her nipples hardened into tight peaks and moisture escaped from her sex. Never had a man eaten any type of food from her body. In her erotic haze, she wondered how that was even possible. It was so pleasurable, so arousing.
He released her hair and tugged one bra cup down, exposing her left breast.
“Watch, Vicky.”
Mews of pleasure tumbled from her lips as he moistened the taut nipple with the silky fruit, tormenting with circles around the aching bud. When he pulled the tip into his warm, firm mouth, her body arched in offering. Darts of achingly sweet pleasure shot out from the peak. She watched his tongue swirl and flick and repeat the motion as she writhed against him.
“Ohh, God…” she whimpered, fighting the escalating climax.
He gave her nipple a final tug before gliding his hand down her body and over her pubic bone. When his fingers caressed the delicate skin at the edge of her panties her nails curled into his shoulders. The azure color of his eyes had darkened with a savage fire. He swept over her sex and lingered on the wet patch of her panties, moving in soft circles. A ripple of pleasure went through her flesh and shook her body. He’d barely touched her and she was falling apart, losing any remnants of control.
“Leandros…” His name floated on a breathless sigh.
With a low growl, he folded her in his arms and stood up. She wrapped her limbs around his powerful body and tucked her face into his neck, relieved he’d stopped because she wanted to come with him inside her. As he walked, she tried to ignore the heat of his prominent erection against her belly. He turned down two corridors and entered a room. When her unsteady feet touched the plush carpet, she looked around. She assumed this was the master suite. Like the rest of the house, the room was decorated with refined furniture, yet it boasted masculine taste. Her eyes fell on the king-size bed covered in a charcoal, silk bedspread and large, matching accent pillows.
Vicky’s pulse stopped then jumped frantically as his fingers shed his clothes in under a minute, revealing a body honed to male perfection. Her mouth went dry. Never had she seen a more beautiful man…not even in her fantasies. The strength under the hard muscles and chiseled flesh was almost tangible. His chest was hairless. Leandros was imposing when dressed, but naked, he stripped her of all her defenses. And…oh my…That most virile part of him—not even fully erect—was long and thick enough to make her
quiver with both apprehension and a strong urge to fill the hollow ache in her core.
“Take the rest off, Vicky.”
Her ex-boyfriends would usually remove her underwear during or after foreplay, and almost always in bed. Leandros wanted her to exhibit herself.
With shaky fingers, she unsnapped her bra and dropped it on the carpet. Drawing in a long breath, she pushed her panties down her legs. Heat infused her skin as she looked at him.
She heard the snag in his breath as his eyes moved down the length of her body. The depths flickered with a blue-black flame.
“You’re a goddess in human form.”
“I’m nervous as hell,” she blurted, and wanted to kick herself. “God, I sound like a teenager.”
He chuckled and closed the distance in two steps. “That part of your nature turns me on.” His palm cupped her right buttock and squeezed as he pressed her against him, his erection like hot steel on her skin. He traced her lower lip with a finger. “However, with me, you will soon lose all fears and inhibitions. Nai?”
“Nai,” she whispered, having expected this. Leandros wasn’t an ordinary man.
As he led her to the bed, he said, “Do you know that it is safe to have sex with me without protection? Nor will you become pregnant.”
All gods were immune to any sexually transmitted diseases and didn’t carry any themselves. Nor could a child be conceived from a union between a demigod and a human.
“I know.”
He reached out, gathered the pillow shams and tossed them onto a large armchair on the other side of the bed, save for one which bounced to the floor. Then he pulled back the plush bedcover and the top sheet. He urged her onto the bed and she sat with her legs curled at her side, anticipation drumming inside her.
“Tell me you want me, in Greek.”
Her memory plucked the phrase he’d said earlier. “Se thelo.” It was little more than a husky whisper.
She heard the low growl of pleasure as he came onto the bed, chiseled muscles rippling like those of a panther stalking its prey. He slid an arm around her back and raised her up on her knees as he brought his mouth to hers.
“Your sweet accent does something to me…”
Then his mouth moved across hers with sensual possession, soft and hard. He took pleasure yet gave twice as much with a skill honed by maybe hundreds of years’ experience. She had no clue how old he was. He moaned and parted her mouth. The invasion of his tongue sent a spiral of heat to her sex and she dug her fingers into his shoulders. He gave her tongue a few teasing flicks and then explored with short and deep jabs that stirred every cell in her body, left her breathless. He devoured her mouth. She might as well have been kissed for the first time. Anything before this didn’t even qualify. He continued until she went limp against him, could barely think straight.
The cool, silk sheet against her heated skin was heavenly when he lowered her to the bed. His dark head dipped and she closed her eyes as his mouth and hands caressed their way up her legs, relishing his slow lovemaking. It occurred to her that he could do just about anything to her and she wouldn’t protest. The man was truly dangerous. He stopped planting kisses and gave tiny bites to her inner thighs, which coaxed energy back into her muscles.
When his breath fanned her sex, she got up on her elbows and watched him. He pushed her legs farther apart and murmured something in Greek. Then he looked up at her for a few seconds, perhaps to gauge her thoughts, before fixing his gaze on her flesh. Vicky knew her arousal was evident, felt it collected between the lips.
“Every inch of you is perfect,” Leandros said, his voice thick with desire. His fingers glided up and down the sides of her sex, avoiding the region that craved his attention the most. By nature, she had very little pubic hair. “Silky soft, dark pink…swollen with need.”
He narrowed the span of his fingers, now sliding along the edge of her most sensitive flesh. She bit her lip to keep from moaning.
His nostrils flared. “I can smell you…you’ll taste like honey and berries.”
Oh, God…
“Do you always get this wet, Vicky?” he asked.
The brazen question brought color to her face. “I…I don’t know.” She made to close her legs but he stopped her. The answer was no. She never got so wet that if he spread her legs any wider her arousal would trickle down into the sheets.
A smile danced about his mouth as he looked up at her. “That’s a good thing, sweetness. It will be more pleasurable when I take you.”
Her sex pulsed in response, needing the hard heat of his…cock. It was a word she shied away from, used it only in the heat of passion. Without warning, his fingers swept up the seam of her sex, spreading her juice all the way to her clit. Her hips bucked and a ragged cry broke in her throat.
With one hand keeping her body still, he repeated the motion, using at least three fingers to stroke up and down. He circled around her clit with a feather light touch but didn’t focus on it. Instead, he shifted lower, to the short area between the clit and the tip of the lips, which he caressed with quick strokes.
“Ohh!” Her nails dug into the bed sheet as an unexpected quiver went through her. Since when was that area so sensitive? He dipped into her orifice and returned to the spot to wet it again. The sensation was silken torture. Her hips tried to buck again but he held her still. Coils of pleasure unfurled in small doses, making her flesh contract under his fingers.
“You like this, Vicky?”
Unconsciously, she licked her lips and saw a muscle in his jaw clench. “Mmm…yes. But it’s…driving me crazy.”
The corner of his mouth quirked. “That’s the point.”
She had no doubt. He was keenly aware of her arousal—there was obvious control in his stimulation. He wouldn’t let her climax now. When a stronger quiver shook her he moved up her body, tracing a warm path with his mouth over her belly.
“You’re intoxicating,” he purred against her skin.
She couldn’t help her heart from fluttering with female pride.
His knee pressed against the aching flesh between her legs as he filled his hands with her breasts, molding their fullness and tweaking the nipples. Vicky’s breasts were generously proportioned for her slim build. Even his large hands didn’t fully cup her. When he pulled a taut nipple deep into his mouth, she moaned and her back arched higher. She twined her fingers in his thick hair and pressed his head to her. Tight pleasure rippled around the bud as his mouth sucked firmly and licked, making her body quiver restlessly against him. He administered exquisite pain with his teeth and soothed the tender tips with his tongue. He devoured her breasts as he’d devoured her mouth.
“Mmm…I could do this all day…,” he said with heavy desire. He shifted, reached down between their bodies and pressed his fingers to the opening of her sex. He slid two fingers inside her and slowly moved in and out. Her senses scattered at this double assault.
“Leandros! It’s too much…” she whimpered. Anymore and she’d come. She squirmed against him.
He released her breast. “Shh, baby. I’m preparing you. You’re lubricated but you’re tight.”
It had been almost a year since she’d had sex.
Leandros eased her back onto a big, soft pillow, and pushed her legs apart. His large erection drew her attention. It rode high toward his abdomen. The size of it made her breath catch. She wasn’t sure if she could take him all in.
“Don’t worry, sweetness. I won’t hurt you,” he said as he wrapped his hand around the thick shaft.
A rasp shattered in her throat when he glided his cock’s head up and down her cleft, coating it with her arousal and then pushing between her folds, slowly, gently. She glanced up and noticed the hard tension in the corded muscles of his body. He was restraining himself. A soft smile curved her mouth as she met his gaze to communicate her trust.
Mesmerized, she watched his hard flesh disappear into her inch by inch, stopping once their groins met. They rasped unintelligible wo
rds, hers in English, his in Greek. He didn’t move for a very long moment while her muscles contracted around him, adjusting to his girth. His hard, silken warmth filled the aching hollow perfectly, filled every pore of her body. Moisture pricked her eyes. This was a magic moment, with this demigod. She would treasure it forever, even if she fell in love with someone.
“Vicky?” A frown edged across his handsome face.
She smiled. “I’m fine. You feel amazing.”
His palm moved down her thigh as raw hunger flashed in his eyes. “I won’t tell you what I’m thinking, feeling, this moment because I don’t want to frighten you.” He shut his eyes and grunted as her muscles clenched around him. “But I want you so much it’s driving me mad,” he said.
He slipped his hand under her left knee and pushed her leg higher as he began moving inside her.
A cry wrenched itself from her throat as her nails curled into the sheet. “Tell me,” she demanded.
“No. Later.”
After that, any words were crushed by the force of pleasure that overcame her as he drove into her with long, steady thrusts. Only raw sounds tumbled from her lips. His size forced her flesh farther apart as he quickened the pace, drawing almost all the way out before plunging back in. His cock was like a silken piston. Powerful arms hooked the backs of her knees over his upper arms as he lowered himself over her. The position gave him a certain angle into her body that left her completely vulnerable to his merciless thrusts.
Still, those azure eyes watched her for any signs of discomfort. On the contrary, her body handled his fierce passion well. Her fingers clenched the solid muscles of his arms as another ripple of sweet tension furled in the core of her sex.
He rasped her name as his head dipped, teeth grazing the edge of her throat. When their eyes met, he drew her into his primal nature, locked her there. The coils of pleasure that had merged snapped all at once, sending spirals of sensation through her body so intense they bowed her off the bed, her nails raking deep lines into his skin.