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She felt Andros’ heartache as if it were her own.
She knew he knew she held something back. She hadn’t given him all of herself the way he’d given everything to her. Made himself open and vulnerable the way only a truly courageous, confident, primal male could.
Such innocence and passion.
Truth and conviction.
Had she ever in her entire existence been that way?
She wished she was as brave as he was. She wished she could throw herself with total abandon into this hurricane of passion that swept up both of them and believe it was meant to last.
How could he give everything of himself so readily in the moment,right now, right here, as he said, and not fear the consequences of tomorrow? Or the day after? Or the day after that?
Having existed for millennia, having had countless people worship and adore her, both as a god and as a woman, Divina didn’t trust the endurance of “love.” Only friendship and affection.
And mutually satisfying, toe-curling sex.
Maybe if he lived longer, maybe if she wasn’t basically the first woman he stumbled upon, the first…everything. If he got to know even a thousandth of people that she’d known in her life, he’d realize there was someone he “wanted” even more than her.
There was no question she could fall in love with him. And if she was honest with herself, she was already halfway there. Maybe even three-quarters.
But she’d never loved onlyone.
Which was what he required of her, she knew in her very bones. She just didn’t know if she was capable of it.
Andros was.
He was already hurting because of her inability to give him what he needed. His heart and soul, if not his body. How could he trust her like this still? To fall even deeper and feel even more, when she hurt him so much already?
It had only been two days, for Heaven’s sake!
Who knew how much longer she had to stay in this time and place? What then, when her journey came to an end?
“You are thinking what ifs again,” he chided against her mouth. “You leave me no choice but to make you stop.”
Before she knew what he meant, he deftly rolled her to her back and peeled off her tunic in one smooth motion, leaving her completely naked beneath him.
“W-what?” she stuttered when he undulated his torso against hers from groin to belly to chest, before bracing himself on his arms above her.
“Make you stop thinking,” he said.
“Only feel. I shall have more of you now,moraki mou. I will make you ‘come’ with my fingers and mouth, the way you made me. Then, I will paint your pussy with my seed and feed it inside you with my hand.”
“Uh…Erp…hmph…”
She could no longer form words, only gurgled noises of desperate hunger at his growling description, said in that matter-of-fact, nonnegotiable tone.
He leaned down and licked a path from shoulder to chin, then hovered his mouth over hers a hair’s breadth away and breathed over her face.
The way a stallion breathed over a mare, she realized. A sign of both trust and dominance.
It felt as if in their sharing of breaths, he was also sharing his soul. Free and wild.
Unconquerable.
“But I will not give you my cock this night,” he husked low, staring deeply into her eyes.
She wanted to look away but couldn’t. He held her enthralled.
