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Sliding back, Dagor got to his feet and reached for the button of his jeans. "Are you curious, Frankie?" He popped the button.
"Very."
By now, she knew he could move with such incredible speed that she could barely see it. It was almost like teleporting. Now, he was going slowly so she could enjoy the show. Maybe he wanted to watch her reaction when he took his pants off, and she hoped he wasn't hiding anything weird behind the denim. Although, as hungry as she was for him, she was willing to forgive a lot of alienness as long as it wasn't something that would cause her pain.
She'd once dated a guy who had piercings on his shaft. Frankie had taken one look at that and shown him the door.
Who in their right mind did that?
Taunting her, Dagor turned around and gave her a spectacular view of his ass as he pushed the jeans down his thighs and then let them drop the rest of the way.
He either hadn't worn any underwear, or he'd pushed them down along with the pants.
Frankie held her breath as he stepped out of the pile on the floor and turned around.
A gasp escaped her throat as she saw his erection. There was nothing alien or strange about it, but it was massive.
"Wow. You're really big."
A frown creased his brow. "Is that a good thing or bad?"
She chuckled. "It's not about the size. It's about how you use it." It was a little about the size too, but there was no reason to make the god even more cocky.
His eyes blazing with inner light, he put one knee on the bed, then the other, and crawled toward her.
"You're overdressed, my darling."
Hooking his thumbs in the elastic of her biker shorts, he tugged them down her legs and tossed them on the floor.
Her panties got more gentle treatment, and when they were off, Dagor inhaled and closed his glowing eyes for a moment as if savoring a fragrant bouquet.
Mia had said that gods and immortals had enhanced senses, and he was probably smelling her arousal. It would have been embarrassing if not for the blissed-out expression on his face.
Putting his hands on her knees, he looked into her eyes and applied light pressure, indicating that he wanted her to spread her legs for him.
Frankie liked that he was asking permission and not assuming he had the right to pry her knees apart. Nevertheless, this level of intimacy with a guy whom she'd kissed for the first time only moments ago felt awkward.
Still, it was only fair. After all, he'd shown her his, so she needed to show him hers.
Not applying any counter-pressure, she allowed him to spread her legs, and the expression on his face turned from lustful to reverent.
A god was looking at her as if she was something special and didn't that make her feel like a goddess. A very aroused goddess who needed him to touch her before she went up in flames.
Just having him look at her like that brought her to the edge.
When he reached with his hand and gently brushed a finger over her wet folds, she bit on her lower lip to keep from pleading with him to put it inside of her, but when he brought that same finger to her entrance and just circled it, she couldn't hold it in any longer.
"Please," she half begged, half hissed.
A smirk lifting one side of his lips, he slid the finger inside of her. "You are so wet for me." He finally pressed his thumb where she needed it most.
The tension that had been building, first slowly and then speeding up exponentially, reached critical velocity, and Frankie had no choice but to let go.
When a breath whooshed out of her, she expected Dagor to get between her legs and feed her that enormous erection of his. Still, the guy had the self-control of a god, and instead of his shaft, she was treated to his tongue.
"Oh, my God, Dagor." She threaded her fingers in his hair.
"Yes, sweetheart?"
