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Only trickery.“You’ll stir neither lust nor longing out here.”
Because there was none.
Because there never would be.
“My woman is particularly contentious this night.” He hauled me up by my arms until my face met his icy stare, water splashing around calves that wanted to snap. “Shall I tell you how many times you came apart with your quim tight around my cock at your own inclination? Will the rebellion of your mind ease or worsen for knowing?”
My pulse sped up.
Not true.
“However much of a god you might be at the Pale Court… out here, you can’t disguise loathing as lust or pain as pleasure.”
He lifted me out of the tub, his whisper against my ear like metal scraping over rock. “Oh, my little one, that suits me just fine, because neither can you disguise the opposite.”
Fragrant straw crunched beneath my shoulders as he lowered me onto the bed, the air perfumed with dried lavender hanging from the rafters. Standing at the end of the bed, Enosh peeled off his clothes, watching me like a predator might its prey.
When he climbed onto the bed, naked and hard, I kicked my useless legs, shifting back for distance. “Stay away from me.”
“Shh… remember?” His hand clasped around my foot, bringing it to his face before he placed a kiss on my ankle. “Never deny me your warmth or I shall withhold my touch.”
A gasp parted my lips as he trailed his tongue along the inside of my calf. “I don’t want your touch.”
“No? Your body doesn’t prickle when I do this?” The back of his hand stroked up along the inside of my thigh as he inched between my parted legs, letting my skin tingle. “Your bones tremble for my attention, little one. Your flesh screams for my touch. It speaks to me, its master, and I answer it fluently—a language perfected over the course of a month. Listen!” His fingertips ghosted over the curls between my legs, barely touching, driving up the anxious beat of my heart. “Mmm, your breathing becomes quicker as your veins swell with blood, urging me to touch right… here.” He pinned my nymph beneath his thumb, sending pulsations into it that morphed into heat rippling over my sex. “Yes, that is how my woman likes it best, the little gem restrained until… Ah, ah! Stop wiggling.”
He climbed over my crooked leg as he continued to torture my nymph. He lay down beside me, one arm angled to support his head as he whispered, “My poor woman came to me so deprived of touch, shunned by her husband, isn’t it true?”
Familiar pain announced itself in the cracks of my heart, amplified by the deafening beat of the organ as his finger rounded my opening. What if he was right? What if I’d been so starved of the strong set of a man’s arms that I’d taken refuge in the embrace of the devil?
His finger entered me. Pulled out. Pushed in again. “But I worship your body, can’t you feel it? How I circle, push, and dip… bringing you the sweetest pleasures?”
My breathing hitched.
No. Not true.
Not true, not true, not true.
I turned my head away, disgusted with myself over how his finger penetrated me easily, pressing my inner walls in that way of his that made my spine arch. “Try all night if you must, but you’ll achieve nothing.”
“Mmm, I am a flawed god, but nobody can accuse me of impatience.” His smile-hardened lips brushed along a tendon on the side of my neck, his breath warm against my earlobe. “Do I not stroke and pet and dote on you for hours, little one? Tease this little bud until it peeks from its hood, hard and needy? Like this. Mmm, yes. Slow. Gentle. That’s how my woman loves it.”
My lungs stalled, putting a crack in my voice. “I feel nothing.”
“Is that so?” My lie earned me a thrust of his finger before he curled it inside me, letting delicious pressure expand there. “You’re not holding your breath right now? You’re not clinging to that exhale as if it will help you ignore how my finger spreads you? Fills you? Almost makes you moan but— Ah… you need the thickness of my cock. Do you feel it?”
I shook my head.
“I do,” he whispered, twirling a blonde strand around his finger. “I feel the tingle on your scalp, the stiffness in your right toe as you arch it, the tension in this muscle right here.” His fingers slipped behind my neck, rubbing a sore knot at the left base of my skull while his other hand added a second finger inside me. “I feel every cell in your body and how it longs for me, aches for my touch after years of scorn and neglect. Oh, my little one, let me worship your body the way your man ought to.”
I simmered in a confusing mix of disgust and desire as I breathed into his touch. “It’s not real.”
It couldn’t be.
I wouldn’t let it!
But… oh, his skilled hand.
“Stop denying and give in to me.” His fingers abandoned me as he slowly brought them between our faces, before he stroked them into my mouth, hooking them behind my teeth, letting the cream of my arousal spread tart across my gums. “Mmm, my little one got herself all wet again, making such a needy mess between her legs that I shall tend to. Let me have a taste of my woman’s cunt.” Slanting his mouth over mine, he drove his tongue to part my lips, moaning at the taste he found there. “Oh, flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone, you desire this as much as I do. You crave the undivided attention of my touch, how I listen to your muscle’s every whim, answering your body’s every plea.”
