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"Sadly, yes," Zeal admitted. "Kinen achieved his position because he's not an idiot. He's powerful, and he has the right connections - which means other people in power will believe him first. You're an unknown. Maela helps, but not as much as Kinen's friendships with the other High Priests, the Barons, and dozens of rich merchants."
"So what do I do?" I asked. "And don't tell me to worry about school. I'm talking about what I need to do so thereisonly school to worry about."
"And here I was going to say kiss me again," Zeal teased. "As for this? It's nothing. Kinen can't see me, which means I can step into his office and listen to his rants. I'll see what's going on, learn as much as I can, and then handle it. I am strong enough to do that."
I tapped his chest. "What if I wanted you to kiss me for once? To make me forget about how everything always gets complicated just when I'm starting to relax."
That was all he needed. Zeal rolled into me, guiding me onto my back, and his mouth found mine. There was no hesitation, no gentleness to give me time to change my mind. His lips found mine and his tongue followed, exploring my mouth even as his body moved over mine. I could feel his hand pressing into the bed beside my head. His knees dented the mattress next to my hip. Then his other hand began to move down my side, encouraging me to arch into him.
I did, tangling my tongue with his. My hands found his back, loving the feel of a god against me, and I kissed him like nothing else mattered. I kissed him to remember that this was a good week, that Ciella was completely unimportant, and that he loved me. Even if I wasn't there yet, that still felt good. This beautiful man, perfect in so many ways, was in love with me.
Then his lips moved to my neck and his hand found the bottom of my shirt, slipping inside to palm my ribs. "Even gods can be tempted, you know."
"Is that what I'm doing?" I asked, tilting my head so he'd keep kissing.
With a soft groan, he did. I felt his tongue dart out to taste my skin, then the suction as he found my neck again. Gentle, sure, but never timid. Not from Zeal.
"I don't care about that girl," he breathed. "Not if you kill her, if she vanishes, or if she's in the temple. She's unimportant. I won't let Kinen get rid of you either. You are mine, Nariana." His hand paused below the swell of my breast and Zeal looked up to meet my eyes. "And I don't want to stop."
I caught the side of his face, holding his attention. "I am yours, Zeal. Even the guys agree. I am yours, but that means you are also mine.Mygod."
"Always," he swore, dropping his head to kiss me again.
This time, I was the one trying to get my hands inside his shirt, but it was tucked in. Giving up on that, I simply pulled, feeling his mouth curl against mine. Letting go of my side, Zeal reached over his head to pull it off, leaning back only enough to get free of his shirt. Then he was kissing me again, and much less gently this time.
His teeth caught my lip, then he sucked at my tongue, which made me do the same to his. Our mouths moved, and our hands kept going. I wanted to feel the skin of a god, to let all those souls he wore slide under my palms. He wanted to get my shirt higher, but refused to give up my mouth to make that happen.
So I pulled back and helped. Without sitting up, I yanked my shirt over my head. Zeal immediately bent to kiss my stomach, right across the lace he'd left there. I could almost feel the tingles traveling through the black marks, as if they were responding to him. It was like a feather against my skin, soft and barely there, but sensual in a way I hadn't expected.
"Zeal," I breathed.
He lifted his head to check on me, which gave me enough space to reach behind my back and free the clasp of my bra. Those strange eyes of his shifted, the colors changing while I watched, and he moved lower on the bed. I almost sat up to follow, but his hand on my stomach held me down even as his body shifted out of my reach.
"Do you know what happens when a god gives himself to someone?" he asked as he reached for my shoes, slipping them off.
"No," I breathed.
Once those were gone, he moved to my socks. "Me either. I don't think it's ever happened before. We take, Nari. We feel we deserve the adoration because we are the ones with power, but that's never been the case with you. From the first time you ever saw me, you were the strong one. You haven't realized it yet, but the stronger you make me, the stronger you make yourself."
"But I'm your priestess," I reminded him. "That means I serve you."
"No," he corrected, "you're my partner. That means we serve each other. I demanded your surrender..." He leaned in, his hands pausing at the front of my pants. "But that does not include this. This needs consent."
Which meant he wanted more than to simply kiss me. I wasn't sure how far he was willing to take this, but I was completely on board. I nodded, yet that wasn't enough to make his hands move again.
"Always, Zeal. I want to feel you, but I'm not sure which 'this' you're talking about."
"Me either," he admitted as he opened the button on my pants and tugged, forcing the rest to give up as well. "How about we see where it stops?" Then he pulled, barely giving me the chance to lift my ass before my pants were slipping down my legs, my panties trapped inside them.
I knew the door wasn't locked and didn't care. I was sure my guys could hear if they tried. That was fine too. As I lay naked on the bed before Zeal, the only thing that wasn't perfect about this was the fact that he was still dressed and I wanted to see all that lace on him.
His lips curled, proving that he could hear my thoughts. "That," he said as he opened his pants, "counts as a prayer, and one I can easily grant."
I had no idea how tangible a god's clothes were, and in all honesty, I didn't care. It could go on the list of things to ask about later, because as his pants moved lower, the lines of black demanded my complete attention. Zeal was a god, which meant his body was perfect. Lean, muscular, and sculpted like an artist had designed it from a dream, there wasn't a single flaw on him. The lace that covered every single inch below his neck followed the curves and swells of his muscles, traced the crease of the V at his hips, and traveled across the head of his very hard dick.
"That," I breathed, shifting to my knees, "is amazing."
He caught the side of my jaw before I could reach for him, pulling my entire body upward to meet his mouth. "That," he warned me, "is dangerous for mortals. Use your hands, Priestess, because I do not want to break you."
I reached down to slide one hand across his length. "I'm not easy to break, Zeal."
His eyes slipped closed as I stroked him. "I'm starting to figure that out," he breathed. "Harder, Nari. I'm a god."
The next time I pumped his length, I gripped solidly, feeling the veins under my fingers. My god's lips parted in pure pleasure.
