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Chapter 24
Nariana
Without warning, Zeal pushed me back. I landed on the bed with a whimper, but before I could complain, he followed me, crawling higher, right between my knees. I opened them a little more, making room, and his eyes dropped to the junction of my legs. Watching a god lick his lips in anticipation had my pulse picking up.
"Don't ask for consent again," I warned. "You have it, Zeal."
"That's all I need," he growled before leaning in, sliding his tongue across my folds.
Lace spiraled out from the contact. So did the sparks across my nerves. Fuck, that felt good, so I pressed into it, demanding more. One of his hands found my hip, pulling my ass off the bed and toward his mouth. The other pressed down on my stomach, holding my body in place. Then his tongue parted me and dipped into my entrance.
There were no words for the sensation of a god inside my body. Even that small amount made me understand. It was like floating, but also like the burning of stars under my skin. It felt so good, but was also so much more than anything I'd ever imagined. Then he thrust his tongue into me again, diving even deeper, and I gave myself to him completely.
My knees fell open, my eyes slipped closed, and nothing mattered but the next touch from my god. He murmured his approval before moving higher so he could flick the hardened tip of his tongue across my clit. The gasp was barely out of my lips before he lifted the hand on my stomach. A second later, I felt two fingers slide into my body and begin to pump.
"God, yes," I moaned.
So he sucked at my clit, tormenting the nub with his lips. I bucked. I prayed. I reached down to grab his head, holding him to me, and his hand drove me higher. Over and over, he thrust into me, reaching something much deeper than anyone had before. Not in my body, but in me. My soul. It felt like he was caressing that, seducing a part of me I'd never felt before.
My breasts ached to be noticed. My skin pebbled with goosebumps as I relaxed into it, and sparks shot right up my spine. I could almost feel the lace he was leaving on me, the sensation as warm as his breath or lips. Part of me wanted to ride his hand, to grind against his mouth, but I couldn't. It was as if my brain was short circuiting, able to only take, and it felt good enough that I didn't even care.
"I love the way you taste," he moaned, lifting his hand just to fuck me with his tongue again.
But his hand moved to my clit, and Zeal made lazy circles across that with his thumb. I had to reach over my head to get the purchase to press into him, demanding more. As if he could read my thoughts - and probably because he heard my prayers - Zeal gave it.
That thumb pressed harder. His tongue moved deeper, pressing into me like no man's should be able to. Another moan slipped from my lips, but I didn't care. I could feel that sensation growing, the one that would quickly become pressure before it became an orgasm. I needed it. More than all of that, I needed Zeal.
"Fuck," he groaned, dropping me back to the bed just to swap his hand and mouth again.
This time, he used three fingers, stretching me as he pounded his hand into me. His tongue flicked over my clit, his lips sucked at it, and it all felt so good. I was supposed to be the seductress, but he'd already made me useless as he had his way with my body, forcing me to just take.
This was the manhandling I'd needed. This was the submission he craved. He took what he wanted, devouring my pussy. My legs needed something to hold onto, so I wrapped them around his shoulders. My hips had to buck so I gave in, the bed creaking each time I moved, writhing in time with him in a dance so natural, there were no steps to it.
Then my breath caught when he curled his fingers inside me. Zeal noticed, so he sucked at my clit again, using his tongue inside his mouth to toy with it. Even with him touching me nowhere else, it was enough. More than enough. I could feel myself so close to the edge, but I couldn't even get the words out before I lost control.
My climax hit hard, lifting my ass off the bed again, and Zeal rode me through it. His fingers pressed against my upper wall. His tongue and mouth refused to stop. The pleasure was so intense I couldn't breathe, but that also meant I had nothing left to scream with. Instead, I just took, reveling in the bliss of my body until the intensity finally released me.
Then I gasped, tugging at his head to pull him higher up my body. "Kiss me," I demanded.
He crawled higher, lifting his hand between steps to wipe at his mouth. Then, using that hand, he reached down to stroke what he'd removed onto his dick. The whole time, his eyes held mine, daring me to say I'd had enough.
Instead, I grabbed his hip, pulling him right where I wanted. "I need you, Zeal."
He settled between my legs, and I could feel him rightthere. "I don't want to hurt you."
"What if I want you to?"
He bent to kiss me, pressing in just a bit more. "No, this will be slow. I need to be careful. Not for you, my shadowed girl, but for me."
Then he pressed his brow to mine and slid into my body. He was big. At least as big as Wraythe, and I felt myself stretching around him, but he didn't force his way into my body. He gave me time to adjust, breathing slowly until our hips were pressed together. But it wasn't just the size of him. It was the power, the possibilities, and the divinity.
He'd told me that gods didn't love our bodies; they loved our souls. That was what felt so impressive. It was as if all of Zeal had just slipped under my skin, like the reverse of when he rode my body. Instead of being in my head, he was in the rest of me, seeking out my heart.
"I didn't mean to love you," he whispered, shifting his hips to slide partially out. "I just need you."
"And I need you just as much," I promised, pulling him back inside me. "You feel good, Zeal."
He dropped down onto his elbow so our faces were side by side. I could feel his breath against my ear, but he rocked through me again. Hooking a leg over his ass, I shifted with him, guiding him to the places I liked most, and it was as if everything snapped into place.
