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Chapter 4
Nariana
I'd just gotten out of the shower and was wearing nothing but a towel when I heard Anver's voice in the other room. That was a pleasant surprise. Grabbing my brush, I headed into the living area as I pulled it through my hair. It had been a few days since he'd been able to get away, and I missed that guy more than I'd expected.
"Hey, Anver!" I greeted him.
He turned, his face froze, and then his eyes made a quick pass over my body. "Am I interrupting?"
"Just a shower," Ela said as he slipped past me. "Get dressed, Nari. Pretty sure he's not going anywhere."
I made a point of rolling my eyes at him. "And Anver doesn't really care what I am or am not wearing. Not his kink."
"Heard you have a new crush," Anver yelled after me.
"Savi sent him," I called back. "Seems the gods aren't allowed to kiss us."
A rich chuckle replied to that, but it didn't come from the living room. This one came from the middle of my bed, from a man who hadn't been there a second ago. Seeing Zeal, I smiled but didn't stop what I was doing: finding clothes and trying to dry out my hair a bit.
"It's more that they aren't allowed to kissyouspecifically," my god explained. "I asked Will to talk to you. Instead, he shoved his tongue down your throat and began to push you, but you'remine.Not his, not Savi's, but mine."
"So, you don't want the other gods to help us?" I asked, dropping my towel to the floor.
Zeal's eyes slid down my body and a little smile curled his lips. "I don't want to think about my siblings lying on your bed, looking at your lace." Then his eyes jumped up to my face. "I should've arrived in the other room."
"Because you don't want to look at my lace either?" I countered, feeling every inch of my exposed skin, wanting his eyes to roam across me again.
"It's like a sweet torture," he admitted, reaching down to adjust himself. "My problem is that I don't want your body just once. I want it for an eternity."
Then he sat up, easing himself off the bed. I could see the hard ridge in his pants. The look in his eyes was hungry, but I didn't move. This wasn't a man before me. It was a god, and when he made his way closer, it felt like power rolled off his body. My tongue darted out to moisten my lips as he stopped right before me.
"You're no longer a child."
"Zeal, I haven't been a child in years," I assured him.
For a moment, he simply stood there, breathing just a little too hard. "I'm used to using people," he said, his voice just a bit deeper than before.
"Then use me," I begged. "You are my god."
"I don't want touseyou, Nari. I don't want to make you a tool that I could break because I'm too focused on the end result."
I lifted my chin, angling my face to his. "Then what do you want?"
I expected him to either kiss me or walk away. I could see the desire on his face. I could feel the tension in the room, like the air was thicker now than it had been a moment ago. Zeal was inches away. If I lifted my hand, I could touch him, but I liked this look on him too much to ruin it.
"I want to love you," he breathed.
Then his mouth found mine. His hand caught the side of my throat, pulling my bare body against his. I could feel every fiber in his clothing as his tongue explored my mouth. Every movement he made caressed my skin like a combination of fire and ice, and I gave myself to it.
My body relaxed into him, and a deep growl sounded in his throat. His other hand caught my hip, tugging me closer so he could thrust his length against my belly. Immediately, my nipples hardened, and I could feel my pulse drop down to the juncture of my legs, but I refused to beg. I would gladly give myself to him, although I knew better than to demand. He'd simply remind me again that he wasn't a man. He was my god.
But this time he didn't simply stop. His mouth took mine over and over again, and then his hand moved. Sliding up from my hip, Zeal pressed his palm against my ribs, savoring my curves. Using the hand on my throat, he eased me back, following close enough that his body never left mine. With every step, he kissed, driving me delirious each time his tongue swept through my mouth.
My back hit the wall and I sucked in a breath, my eyes flying open. Zeal was right there, the mesmerizing colors of his gaze watching me even as a smile curled his sensual lips. Slowly, he moved his hand a little higher, until he was cradling the weight of my breast. I could almost feel the proximity of his skin to my achingly hard nipple.
I wanted to beg. I wouldn't. I needed to whimper. I was too proud. Instead, I just looked into his eyes, making it clear that the next move was his. A low growl sounded in his throat as he leaned in again, his mouth claiming mine once more. Finally, he released my throat, but only so both of his hands could enjoy my breasts.
The feel of his palms teasing my nipples made my knees feel weak. The power of his tongue thrusting into my mouth kept me from collapsing, but when his thumbs swept across the hardened peaks, I couldn't hold in my sounds anymore. It was soft, but the whimper of pleasure was still obvious between us, and I could feel my core growing slick. I wanted him so badly. Ineededhim. I also knew he wouldn't give in easily.
