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And weirdly, I feel like this is just the beginning.
"You do not like my friends?" Kassam makes this sexy little pout and then shrugs. Just as quickly as they arrived, the animals scamper off, eliciting a few startled cries from the patrons. Either that or someone's coming. It's hard to tell. "Can we have more food?" the god asks. "And drink?"
"Not until you wash your hands and give me more answers," I say.
The grin he gives me is sin itself. "You are obsessed with washing. All right. Show me where, and I will answer more of your questions."
6
I get up from the table, and he automatically puts his hand out for me. I slide mine into his before I can think about it, and an orgasm rolls through my body. I make a weird sound, all my muscles clenching, and that devil looks on at me like he's the cat that licked the cream. "You bastard," I whisper, snatching my hand from his.
"Why are you mad? You liked it." He hovers close behind me as we head toward the cafe's bathrooms. "I like pleasuring you, Carly. I like the look on your face when you come. It reminds me how enjoyable it is to be this Aspect."
I clench my teeth, fighting back the urge to scream—or jump his bones. I hate how they're warring with one another so fiercely. It's like I can't even stay mad—or focus on a question—long enough to get anywhere with Kassam. "Hands. Wash. Now." I open the door to the ladies' room, not caring if it's occupied already, and escort Kassam inside. Luckily, the stalls are empty, so I turn on the water on the first sink, give it a few pumps of soap, and then start to wash his hands and arms.
He doesn't move, and when I glance up at him, I notice he's watching me with amusement.
"What?"
"I thought you wanted me to wash myself?"
I look down and I'm soaping his enormous arms up to the elbow, my hands running over his skin like I'm giving him a sexy massage. I've been so messed up in the head I didn't even notice what I was doing. Flustered, I release him, and he immediately grabs me by the waist and hauls me up against him.
"Are you mad that you are responding to me, Carly? Or mad that they are?" His teeth nip at my ear, and my nipples get hard. Heat pools between my legs and I whimper. "Because that is part of my curse. Wherever I go, everyone will be affected by my presence."
"Because you're the god of rats?" I pant, dazed. I watch in fascination as his soapy hand moves to the front of my jeans. He doesn't bother undoing them, just sticks his big hand inside the waistband, heading straight for my pussy. Oh fuck.
One big, soaped-up finger glides over my folds. Oh fuuuuck. I am utterly soaked. I turn, trying to push away from—or against, I'm not entirely sure—his hand. He ignores my squirming, leaning over me with that big body, and begins to pet my pussy. "I am the god of the wild," he murmurs against my ear, his tongue brushing against the shell of it. "The trees, the birds, the creatures—from small to large, they bow to me."
Slowly, he circles my clit and I nearly come undone. I grip the sink, trying to stay upright, and it doesn't matter that we're in a public restroom and he's still a stranger. His hand feels better than anything I've ever imagined and if I don't come again, I'm going to lose my fucking mind.
His big body presses up against mine from behind. "But hedonism…hedonism is my curse. It means that I am condemned to pursue every pleasure known, and to pursue it fiercely. And while it is a great deal of fun," he says, and grazes my ear with his teeth, "it is also highly, highly distracting."
I squirm against his hand. I'm panting, so loud that anyone near the door is going to hear me before it swings open. I feel like I'm losing control—there's not enough crystals in the world to get Kassam out of my head. I look in the mirror, whimpering, and his silver eyes are pinning me in place, his gorgeous form so damn sexy as he presses up against me from behind. His hair is long and wild, but oh god, no one has ever looked better.
"You want to know who I am?" he growls into my ear, leaning forward and pressing me against the sinks. I'm bent over, his hand working my pussy, and I'm so close to coming that I'm panting, mouth open. Even though I don't want to, I rock against his hand, needing that friction so dreadfully. "I am the wild god," Kassam says. "I am the incarnation of pleasure, and you are tied to me. Every day, this will be your fate. You're going to come so hard and so often that you'll salivate when you look in my direction. Your cunt will clench at the sound of my voice. And more than that, you'll completely and utterly belong to me. You are my anchor." He leans over and drags my hair back from my face, revealing my ear. He nips it and then whispers in my ear. "Your pleasure is mine."
