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"It seems unwise to deny a goddess," Rafael said, dropping his clothes again.
Bellona bit her lip. "The most dangerous thing in the world you can do is say no to this one."
"Oh, mia dea, I would never dream of it," he replied. He hooked his fingers around her thong and pulled it down her legs. "Spread them. I want to see how wet you are for me."
"Signor Asellio, I didn't think a nice boy like you would have a kinky streak," she teased but spread her legs for him anyway.
"Nice boys are the kinkiest of them all," Rafael replied. He climbed up her body, kissing her full breasts one at a time, sucking her nipples until they were hard and red. "You really are perfect. Scars and all, Bellona. Thank you for letting me be this close to you."
Something cracked deep inside her, and she didn't know what else to do but pull his mouth to hers. She kissed him with all the pent-up emotion she was feeling and didn't understand.
Rafael didn't stop kissing her as he lifted her hips and pressed his dick inside of her. Bellona moaned, unable to stop herself from grabbing his hips and trying to get him to move faster.
"Patience. I told you I would get you there, but you're so tight, mia dea. Let me be gentle before I make you scream," he murmured between kisses.
Bellona wanted to tease him about being a cocky little shit again, but he meant every word he said. It had been a while since she'd even used a toy on herself, and she loved the pleasure-tinged burn of him stretching her.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, and she thrust gently against him, letting the delicious slide of him inside of her overwhelm all her senses. There was no screaming in her head, no bloodlust, nothing left of the rage that had been eating her alive all day. Bellona ran her nails down his back.
"Okay, okay," he laughed softly and thrust hard into her, finding the spot inside of her that made her cry out. "Fuck, that's the best sound I've ever heard." Rafael leaned back and dragged her hips up, slamming into them until she grabbed the pillows behind her to stop herself from sliding away. He ran his fingers over her lips, moistening them with her saliva before spreading her pussy with them and running them over her swollen clit.
Bellona swore in a language no one had spoken for over two thousand years, her whole body on fire for him. "Please, Rafael. Please."
"Shh, be a good goddess and lie there and let me play with this sweet cunt of yours. Let me remind you how you should be worshipped," he whispered, eyes bright with that deep adoration that sent her reeling.
Rafael slowed his strokes, moving in deep, slow circles and doing things to her clit she didn't even know were possible. She could not hold out anymore, couldn't bear it a single second. She exploded in an agonized cry, golden light pouring out of her with every shock wave of pleasure. Rafael didn't look afraid, just in awe as she shimmered and shook.
"Rafael…" she pulled him close and kissed him, leaving gold on his lips. "Rafael, come for me. Let me feel it."
"Fuck yes," he panted, kissing her again, fucking her with abandon until he was filling her up with a hoarse shout of her name.
Bellona's legs locked around him, unwilling to release her hold on him even though they were covered in golden sweat and come. She had doubted if she would be able to walk away from him when the job was over. Now, she knew she would never be able to let him go.
14
Rafael was roused out of his sex coma by the smell of something spicy cooking. He cracked open an eye. Bellona was still sprawled out beside him, naked and gorgeous and shimmering with the gold that had poured from her the night before. If she was next to him, who was in the kitchen? Rafael pulled on some pants and looked around.
"Where is that shield?" he whispered, and it appeared instantly in his hand. "Oh. Thanks," he told it and felt like an idiot. He crept out of the bedroom, downstairs, and towards the kitchen.
A tall, broad, brown man with a ponytail was unpacking groceries into the fridge. He had food cooking on the stove and was humming to himself.
"Who the fuck are you, and how did you get in here?" Rafael demanded, holding the shield tightly.
The man turned, looked at Rafael, and grinned. "Well, good morning, sunshine," he said in an accented English. He eyed the shield, and his smile widened. "And where is the lady of the house?"
"Bellona is asleep." Rafael woke up enough to get a good look at the man's face. He lowered the shield. "Let me guess, you are Set?"
"The one and only. How did you get Bellona's shield?" Set asked and kept putting groceries away.
Rafael ran a hand through his messy hair. "It kind of just appeared in my hand when I thought someone was breaking in."
"Interesting." Set fiddled with the timer on the oven. "Why would anyone breaking in decide to cook you breakfast and clean out Bellona's disgusting fridge?"
"Good point. It's been a weird few days," Rafael admitted, propping the shield against the couch.
Set tossed a cloth kitchen towel over one shoulder. The Egyptian god of war studied Rafael with the same sort of measuring look that Bellona liked to roll out.
"So you're the one and only Rafael." Set pointed at his arm. "Is that gold all over you?"
