We stared at each other in wonder, and then Re's hand slowly shifted back through my hair as he leaned closer. His golden eyes heated but there was also a question in them. His gaze searched mine for the answers he needed, and he seemed to find them. Re's lips brushed mine—the softest of touches—and then he groaned as he yanked me against his chest.
I was gone. All of my protests were gone, all of my inhibitions were gone, and all of my morals were gone. I wrapped my arms around Re and pulled myself up his body; deepening our kiss. He picked me up and started carrying me up a staircase, and I still couldn't stop kissing him. My hands roamed his body; sliding beneath his shirt to knead the muscles of his chest. Re sped up his pace and the next thing I knew, I was lying across an expanse of white silk; staring up at him as he flung off his clothing. I started to pull up my dress, but he stopped me.
“No; don't,” Re whispered as he slipped his hands up my thighs and slowly pushed up my hem. “I want to undress you.”
“Okay,” I whispered.
Instead of removing my dress, Re's fingers crept beneath it and hooked around my panty. He slipped it down my legs and then tossed it aside. When Re lowered himself over me again, he shifted my thighs apart and laid between them. I inhaled sharply to see him there; even more golden against my pale legs. Re looked at me and held my gaze as he inched up my dress.
When the hem just barely started to skim over my sex, Re finally glanced down and made a growling sound of pleasure. He lowered his face as he continued to lift my dress and laid his cheek against my sex. I moaned as Re rubbed his face against me; angling his chin against that most pleasurable spot. My hands went to his silky, brown hair, and I gripped him tightly.
“Don't rush me,” he murmured. “I want to remember our first time forever.”
I went still and stared at Re as he continued to push the fabric up my body and over my breasts. My lace bra was revealed, and Re's fingers circled my nipples through the material before he gripped my breasts roughly. I cried out as he simultaneously split me with his tongue. Re moaned against my flesh and thrust his tongue in deep before starting a slow licking.
“Oh, God,” I whispered.
“That's right,” Re said as he got to his knees. “But this god is going to worship you, sweetheart.”
Re took his golden shaft in hand and rubbed it against me. My thighs fell open wider, and he slipped the thick head of his manhood inside me. I writhed, but he held himself back as he arched over me and slipped his hands behind my back to undo my bra. I'd had enough of this slow strip; I took my dress and bra and yanked them over my head together. Re took them from me and tossed them aside with a soft smile.
“Tell me again that you don't love me,” Re said as he lowered his face to mine.
“I don't love you,” I whispered against his lips.
“I don't”—he shoved himself inside me to the hilt—“love you either.”
Re groaned as he ground into me. I took his face within my hands and kissed him wildly as he pounded into me. My legs wrapped around his slim hips, and I undulated against him; trying to get as much of my skin in contact with his.
“I don't,” I said it again.
“Don't what?” Re asked as he drove himself deep.
“Love you,” I said. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Re admitted with wonder and then sealed the triumph of our truth with a kiss.
Chapter Twenty Eight
“What the hell is this place?” I asked Re hours later when we had finally satisfied our rampant lust enough to lie still for more than two minutes.
“It's my bedroom.” Re frowned at me as he drew me in against his side.
“But all of this.” I waved my hand out toward a raised area and the golden machines, chains, and odd pieces of equipment set upon it.
Glass cases held sex toys, masks, and things I couldn't identify. There were chains attached to one wall, and a rack of intimate apparel beside it. I saw leather whips set out beside paddles and dildos. And in the center of it all, there was a gold throne.
“Do you rule over a court of nymphomaniacs?” I teased him. “King Re, the Sex God?”
“I have no court,” he said. “And if I did, I would release them from their fealty immediately. I'm beyond shocked to admit this, Vervain, but I don't want anyone else, and I know that I never will.”
“This is crazy,” I whispered as I angled up on my elbow. “Is this magic? Did someone enchant us?”
Re gave that considerable thought and then shook his head. “I feel no trace of invasion in my mind or heart; only this newly revealed love for you. It's as if I've always loved you and merely needed you to remind me.”
“Yes; exactly!” I exclaimed. “I feel as if I've known you for years.”
“Let's not overthink this,” Re said as he sat up. “I've found someone to love at last, and I just want to enjoy it.”
“All right,” I whispered as I stared at him in amazement.
How had I wound up in a god's home; in his bed and in his heart? All in the space of a few hours.
“Come here, beautiful,” Re said suddenly as he scooped me up.
“What are you doing?” I asked cautiously as I saw where he was taking me; to the platform of passion.
“I want to
