Accidentally…Evil? (Accidentally Yours #3.5)(12)
Author: Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

“I am told this hammock,” he interrupted, “can hold the weight of ten men, not that I wish to see that. Besides,” he leaned over for a kiss, hovering just above her lips, “I know what I’m doing. I am the God of Male Virility. I practically invented sex.”

Oh potato salad! “I’ve never been with a man,” she blurted.

A radiant smile, one that displayed almost every pearly white in his gorgeous mouth, leapt across his face. “Neither have I.”

“Amusing.”

Seriousness took over and his eyes locked on hers. “I have never been with anyone, either.”

“A virgin? You?”

“Yes,” he replied without the faintest hint of embarrassment.

The thought had never occurred to her, but given what she now knew—gulp, gods were real?—about his kind, well, of course he was a virgin.

He then lifted his eyebrows in such a way that said, “And I know you want some,” however, his mouth said, “And I assure you, I know exactly what I’m doing. I know exactly what you want.”

Without breaking his gaze he lay over her, smoothly placing himself between her legs. This simple act of his delicious, warm body pressing intimately against hers was the most sensual thing she’d ever experienced. And the moment his lips touched hers, the moment his rough hand cupped her breast, the moment the tip of his stiff c**k prodded her sensitive opening, she understood what it meant to beg with her body.

Combustion!

She slid her arms around the sides of his tight, narrow h*ps and cupped his solid, smooth backside, the one she’d already decided deserved a shrine (or maybe two? or five?) to urge him closer.

With his strength and sizeable mass, he easily resisted her invitation to plunge inside. “No,” he whispered with a hot breath in her ear, “it will hurt less if I work it in slowly. You will enjoy it much more.”

But didn’t he say he knew what she wanted? Because if he did, he’d know she was shamelessly begging for every hard inch.

She pulled his mouth to hers, slid her tongue past those sweet delicious lips, and again raised her h*ps toward the head of his cock, driving him just a nudge deeper.

His eyes clamped shut and he groaned.

“You weren’t listening very well, because this is what I want,” she whispered.

His eyes flew open, and something animalistic and greedy flickered inside those orbs of deep turquoise.

Before she could mutter another word, he leaned into her. She cried out as he slid deep inside.

Although she’d begged him for it, he knew her pain had been sharp. He’d witnessed countless females taken for the first time. Generally he watched from his realm and provided help to the clumsy males who were on course to spill themselves before getting past the threshold, but no amount of spectating could have prepared him for the ecstasy of taking Margaret O’Hare. Being deep inside her tight, slick heat, merging their bodies together, made him feel alive with sinful rapture.

“Are you all right?” He fought the urge to begin rocking himself deeper, knowing her body was processing the raw, conflicting sensations of pain and pleasure.

Eyes shut tight, she nodded.

He brushed her swollen lips with his and released a tiny pulse of his light to help her heal quickly. “Tell me when you want more,” he whispered.

Within moments her heated mouth returned to his. She pulled back her h*ps and pushed into him.

A groan involuntarily escaped his mouth. He’d never imagined…

The sensual tension immediately began to build with each delicious stroke of friction. Her fingernails dug into his back as she pulled him deeper, working him in and out in a steady rhythm. And just when he believed his pleasure could not escalate another titillating inch, it did. She screamed his name into the night, her body going rigid with her release while her inner muscles contracted, milking him.

He felt the hot liquid burst from his c**k and with it, her name poured from his lips.

No, he would never let this woman go.

Chapter 5

“Have there always been this many stars? And have they always been this bright?” Maggie gazed in wonderment at the cloudless night sky over Chaam’s shoulder while he showered her neck, ear, and shoulder with kisses. She’d never felt so complete, so content, so happy.

“Thank you for this, Maggie. My precious Maggie,” he whispered repeatedly.

He’s thanking me? Never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined this day, this man, the insanity of the situation. So damned right. Every second of it. She should be thanking him.

She sighed. “I feel like I’m seeing the world for the very first time.”

“And what do you see?” he asked.

Euphoria, love, peace in my heart… “You.” The instant he’d entered her, he was all she saw.

One moment she had been an omnipresent light hovering over the world watching thousands of people. Nowhere. Everywhere. All at once. She felt their desperation, their desolate hearts, their prayers for help. Who knew so much silent suffering filled the world? It saddened her deeply because she’d been one of them. But for some, Maggie included, there was a light. There was hope. Chaam.

And he was right. His gift wasn’t paving a man’s way to sex, but for the union of two souls who were meant to be together but somehow got lost along the way. There had been so many he had helped, millions upon millions, yet Chaam never once spurned them because they’d found something he longed for. Instead, his hope—that his day, too, might come—only grew.

Maggie’s heart filled with unspeakable pride, knowing such devotion and faith drove the person she’d given herself to.

Then she witnessed him charging through the jungle. Through his ears, she heard his heavy breaths. Through his eyes, she saw the brilliant emerald greens of the trees and the perfection of the pristine blue sky. Through his heart, she felt his emptiness, his need for true companionship. So much sorrow; she could relate. But the moment Chaam had moved inside her, she knew it was more than a carnal lust being satisfied; they were two souls finding a missing piece. They’d finally have a chance to break free from their heavy pasts because together, they were strong. Together, they could make their own fate. Together, they were in control.

Yes, she saw everything so clearly now. So, so clearly.

Life was nothing but a constant flow, the universe breathing in and out. I am part of it. Every mundane action, every thought, every smile or frown shown even to a stranger created a chain of events, like ripples in a pond.