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"Let me look at you." Frankie pushed Dagor down on the bed.
He fell back only because he hadn't put up any resistance. "You're looking at me."
He reached for her, but she swatted his hands away.
"I never get the chance to just admire you because you are immediately all hands and mouth and tongue, and I forget my own name."
A smug smirk curving one side of his mouth, he lifted his arms and tucked his hands under his head. "I'm all yours. Do with me as you please."
Damn, it was sexy that a god was putting himself at her mercy.
No, that wasn't it. She should stop thinking of him as a god. He was just Dagor, the man she'd fallen in love with and who loved her back. It didn't matter that he wasn't technically a man, and it also didn't matter that he was immortal and that his blood couldheal injuries. Well, it mattered, but that wasn't why she loved him.
"I love you." Frankie dipped her head and kissed his chest, where his shirt was parted at the top.
"I love you too, but you need to tell me when you want my hands on you because I'm not good at guessing."
She opened one more button and kissed the skin she revealed. "I like it that you ask." She popped the next one open and kissed that spot as well. "It's very sweet in a very dorky way." She continued unfastening all the buttons and spread his shirt. "I love your chest." She put her hands on his pectorals. "You are so broad and hard."
He chuckled. "There is another part of me that can be described with the same words, and it's very much in need of your attention."
"I bet." She looked at where the line of sparse hair descended from his navel and disappeared under the waistband.
Frankie had wondered about that before. The gods designed themselves to be incredibly pleasing to the eye, so if they had left body hair on their males, it was because goddesses found it attractive.
Dagor groaned. "Can I touch you now?"
She leaned up and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Patience, my love. We have seven hours, so there is no rush, and I want to take my time with you."
"You're torturing me."
"Oh, please." She rolled her eyes. "Don't be such a baby. Hold those arms over your head until I tell you that it's okay to touch me."
As she slanted her lips over his and slipped her tongue between his fangs. Dagor gasped and she felt his chest muscles contract under her.
It was difficult for Dagor to allow her to lead, to let her tongue lap at his while he wasn't allowed to touch her, and she appreciated his compliance with her wishes.
Holding on to his shoulders, she enjoyed the play of muscles under her hands as she teased and licked. He growled but responded only with his tongue, flicking it against hers and stoking her fire.
Her breasts were heavy, her nipples so stiff that they ached, and her core tingled with need.
She'd wanted to keep exploring, but the need inside of her was overpowering her resolve, and as fun as having Dagor at her mercy was, it was more fun when he took over.
There was always tomorrow to continue her explorations.
"You can touch me now," she murmured against his lips.
"Thank the merciful Fates."
She was under him between one breath and the next, naked within two heartbeats, and then he was kissing her breasts, his hot breath fanning over her nipples.
"Dagor." She threaded her fingers into his short hair. "I ache." She pushed on his head until his mouth was over her right nipple. "Kiss it."
"Bossy," he murmured over the stiff peak. "I don't hate it." He finally dragged his tongue over her aching flesh.
It was good, so damn good, but it wasn't enough.
Tugging on his hair, she hissed, "I said, kiss it."
