Page 20 of The Ruin of Gods


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Those beautiful intervals of time when I let go, open myself, and feel every single thing he gives me.

I rise over him, my eyes locked on his. And despite that I’m the one in control right now, I’m the immortal god with infinite magic, and I’m the one lowering my body onto his straining cock, Maddox is the one with all the power over me.

He hisses through his teeth when I’m fully seated. I take his hands, thread my fingers through his, and squeeze.

Holding them for leverage, I start to rock. The slide of his flesh against mine, the way he fills me, I get lost. I watch as snowflakes land on our skin, immediately melting because of the heat we’re generating.

I move faster, squeezing Maddox’s hands. His breathing becomes ragged, a sure sign he’s close to tumbling. For myself, I felt an orgasm hovering in the background the instant I took him into my body, but I held it back.

Willed it to stay away until he was ready so we could go together.

Maddox rips his hands free of mine, and they go to my hips. His muscles bulge as he forces me to move faster, helping to lift me only to slam me back down on him again. His teeth dig into his lip, the expression on his face almost tortured.

Is he waiting for me?

I press a hand to his chest, and his gaze lifts to meet mine. “If you come, I’ll come too,” I whisper.

Maddox jackknifes upward, wraps his arms around me, and presses his face into my neck. He holds me down on him as his body jerks and shakes.

“Fuck,” he groans, and that’s all it takes for my orgasm to scream through my body.

I cry out, my arms going around his neck as pleasure rips me apart so thoroughly, I don’t know how I’ll rebuild.

Or maybe I shouldn’t. Isn’t that the point Maddox was trying to make? That I should open up?

My body trembles as the pleasure wanes and the snow flurries dust our cooling bodies. Maddox slips his hand into my hair and tugs me away from him.

His expression is dark, troubled. “You okay?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m not leaving,” he says, challenge flickering across his expression.

“I’ve not asked you to.”

His face relaxes, and he nuzzles his cheek against mine. “Good. Fix your windows.”

With a careless wave of my hand, the glass reforms in a rewinding of shards flying back up and slipping into perfect place. Then I’m spinning as Maddox uses his demigod powers to bend distance, pulling us right into my bed. We appear in the middle of the mattress, under the covers, sending both of my dogs scurrying again.

“Oh,” I croon to them. “Uorsin, Mattia… come here, goofballs.”

It only takes the sound of my voice and they’re dashing back to the bed where they jump on top of us.

Maddox sits back against the padded headboard, and I’m half lying on him. The dogs plop down on us with huffs of satisfaction. It makes me laugh.

“I’d give anything to have a phone in my hand so I could record you right now,” Maddox says.

I rub at Mattia’s neck. “Why’s that?”

“Your laughter… it’s so free and unencumbered by the weight of the universe on your shoulders.”

That touches me more than it should. My hand goes into Uorsin’s fur, and he wiggles in between me and Maddox, belly up for scratches. My fingers move through his silky fur, and I revel in the peace surrounding me right now.

Maddox pushes a lock of hair from my face, and he tilts his head to look at me. He’s so beautiful, sometimes he takes my breath away.

“Deandra kissed you,” I muse, my gaze dropping back to Uorsin’s chest.

“Yeah… she doesn’t have many boundaries.”

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