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I exhaled a shaky, shaky breath, and he inhaled it, his mouth capturing mine, consuming my moans—consumingme. His hand wrapped around the base of my neck, keeping me there as he kissed me so purposefully, so intently, I no longer knew where he began and I ended. He withdrew his fingers, not enough to slide out, but just enough to relieve the pressure, and then he began to work them in expert, soft strokes, gently breaking me in, thrust by thrust. Slowly, his tempo increased, until those three ruthless fingers were pounding pleasure into my sex, forcing me to accept what he was offering.
Von was an inescapable storm. He was going to consume me completely and I would let him.
My breathing turned erratic as my hips bucked against his hand, meeting his powerful thrusts. I weaved my fingers into his hair, securing myself to him, bringing his blazing inferno closer, and still it wasn’t close enough. I wanted him in me. Everywhere. Touching and tasting and taking.
He tore his lips from mine, trailing passionate, scalding kisses over my jaw and down my neck, mapping out his lust. When he ran his thick tongue over the sensitive bitemark, hot, white rapture surged straight to my core. Coupled with his wicked, wicked fingers, my body exploded with an orgasm so strong that my breathing turned labored and my knees gave out. Von caught me before I could fall.
“That’s it, Kitten, give it to me,” he purred as I rode out those powerful tremors working their way throughout my body, each one starting where his fingers stroked me, drawing my climax out in length and intensity.
When I finished, he withdrew his fingers, leaving me empty and clenching at nothing—searching for him. A gush of arousal slipped out, coating my thighs. His hand slid between my legs, his fingertips tracking the extent of my pleasure.
“What a beautiful little mess you’ve made,” he teased, clicking his tongue. “Shall I clean you up?”
Before I could ask what he meant, the towering warrior lowered to his knees. It was like watching a king relinquishing his throne, and it did inexplainable things to me. Adrenaline laced with power forged within my soul, and it was a potent combination.
“Spread for me.” He wasn’t asking. Nor did he need to.
Without a second thought, I widened my stance.
“Good girl,” he praised. One large hand cuffed the back of my leg, holding me there as he brought his mouth to that sensitive part of my inner thigh, coated in my wetness. His heated breath skittered over my skin in warning before he ran his tongue upwards, lapping me up. Lick by incredible lick.
I held onto his sturdy shoulders, my jaw unhinged as his tongue laved my skin, cleaning me, all the while tasting me. Savouring me. I realized, in that moment, that I was forever fucked, because no male could ever compete to the one kneeling before me.
When he was done, but still positioned between my legs, he looked up, his incredible green eyes meeting mine. He purred in that throaty, sated tone, “On the contrary, Little Goddess, the victory is all mine.”
And truly, it was.
After I regained sensation in my legs, and somewhat of a half functioning brain, I got dressed and then we gathered the food and continued onwards, leaving the squashed string bean behind.
Forget Von being a Demi God—he was something of his own design.
“I’m tempted to ask what you are—” I said ever so casually, like I hadn’t just had my neck tapped into like a keg full of red wine and my nether regions roughly and thoroughly finger banged. “—but I have a feeling it rhymes with something that goes bump in the night.”
Von tipped his head back and laughed, my blood and arousal now gone from his lips, although the deep green color of his eyes remained.
“Actually, I don’t think I want to know what you are,” I followed up, banking on the whole ignorance being bliss thing. Besides, my mind had been ransacked with things I had yet to process.
“Then we can revisit this topic another time. I will, however, tell you two truths,” Von said, tipping his head to the side in thatI own all I surveylook, a look that only he could pull off.
I waited for him to continue, all the while taking him in. There were times when he looked dark and menacing and warrior-like, but right now, he looked ethereal. He had called me an angel moments ago, yet it was him that looked like one now, his sinfully handsome features framed by his black hair blowing freely in the wind.
“The first is that you have horrible taste in men.” His black lashes flickered, eyes shifting pointedly to me.
I scowled, instantly retracting the angel tag. Bastard was more like it.
“The second truth is thatTomis the one who ratted to the soldiers that the original owner was hiding her sons.”
My feet slowed. “Why would Thomas tell the soldiers about Rose?”
Von gave me a look as if to say,Really?
I shook my head. “I know he wanted a food shop, but he wouldn’t bethatdesperate. That low. No. He wouldn’t do that,” I denied, my words less than convincing.
“Wouldn’t he?” Von asked over his shoulder as he continued to walk forward.
I didn’t know.
If he had . . .
