And as he looked down at her head, bobbing across his belly, he knew he needed her naked.
Eryx reached for her and turned his attention to her clothes. He made Wonder Woman disappear, as well as the scotch-soaked skirt and panties underneath. The rest of his clothing was torn from him as quickly as Maia could manage it. Only as their naked bodies touched, as his weight pressed her into the mattress, did they both heave a mighty sigh of relief tinged with lust. Her body was an inferno, stoked with each of his touches, with every pass of his lips and tongue.
He dug his hands into her hair, watching as the brown strands fell through his fingers. Angling her head, he kissed her with all the savagery he'd felt for six months. His desolation at losing Maia, his anger at Nemesis, the pain and humiliation of enduring his strange imprisonment. All his emotion went into his kiss. And was returned to him with a love so fierce it would nourish him for the rest of his human life.
As much as it pained him, he pulled away from her lips. “You were in hospital."
She looked up, awed. “How do you know?"
"Apollo, Artemis, Dionysus,” he said, smoothing his hand down her hip. “They kept an eye on you, just as they've been keeping an eye on me."
"But they weren't there. I never saw them."
He gave her hip a squeeze and then moved his hand around to cup her bottom. “They stayed hidden, for fear of frightening you. Once they could talk to me, they told me how you were doing.” His eyes burned with untold grief. “I'll see to it you never hurt again, Maia."
"As long as you're with me, I'll never hurt again.” Aching with want, she pressed her hip up against his in invitation.
It was all the invitation he needed.
Eryx sank deep inside her, feeding the ravenous desire which threatened to consume them both. A hunger which grew, and yet was also appeased, with each of his fervent thrusts.
Maia clung to him, her body humming with more sensation than she'd ever felt in her life. This, too, was different now. Making love with Eryx the god had literally brought her to heavenly heights of rapture. But when he'd told her he was mortal, she'd expected his lovemaking abilities would also feel distinctly mortal.
And yet he was filling her as he'd never filled her before. While he was the god of love, she'd thought his cock could never satisfy the hunger in her pussy more. And yet it was happening now. He felt larger somehow, fuller. Luxurious. Voluptuous. So carnally luscious she wanted to explode with happy laughter. And he seemed to be growing thicker with each heavenly slide into her body.
For a heady moment, Maia thought he might break her. But then he drove back into her and her pussy gobbled him up again, taking him so deep she thought she'd feel it in her throat.
He sensed her awe and grinned down at her. “The gods were kind to me when they released me. They couldn't make me immortal again, but they let me keep one of my powers."
He lifted her hips and thrust harder and deeper than before, crying out in triumph. Maia let her head fall back with a shattered groan. She felt like a glutton, wanting all of him, and still wanting more. Wishing she could keep him inside her always.
Always with Eryx. Always.
They came together, in a crashing, spinning, hurricane of passion. Mouths open on flesh. Hands skimming over fraught nerves. Tugging fingers. Sweat-drenched skin. Greedy. Grasping. Insatiable.
In love.
And as their bodies calmed, and their heartbeats steadied, whispered words were spoken. Promises were uttered. Vows were pronounced and taken to heart, as if etched into their skin.
And Maia knew, more than ever, that although having a statue for company could be fun, being loved by the real deal was a piece of heaven.
The End
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About the Author:
Rosanna Leo has her degree in history and literature, as well as in classical singing. She currently resides in Toronto, Canada. Her favorite things are her family, libraries, and her mother's gnocchi. Rosanna loves it when the geeky, awkward girl gets the hot guy, and has made it her mission to see this happen in her books as much as possible.
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