Accidentally in Love with…a God?(Accidentally Yours #1)(76)
Author: Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

I couldn’t stand any reminder of Chaam. That beast tortured me in ways that would haunt me for my new eternity. And what was with the gods and kaftans? Was there a sale during the Seventies and they all stocked up?

“I had no idea, Emma. I’m so sorry.” There was a muted rustle. “There. Open your eyes.”

Guy was poised in front of me naked, his head bowed against the cabin’s ceiling, fists clenched at his sides. Of course, I’d seen him nude before, but not like this. Not fully aroused and waiting for me.

“Um-wow,” was all I could manage. My eyes traveled over his buttery, caramel skin. I wanted to bathe in the sight of his raw, gorgeous masculinity. His tight, hard muscles pulsed with anticipation, and his nostrils flared with each rapid draw of breath into his heaving chest. He looked like a wild, adrenaline-pumped lion, ready to take down its prey.

I couldn’t wait to explore every inch of him, starting with the lean muscles that sloped from his powerful neck, down to his broad shoulders. I would work my way down his thick, strong arms then over the two firm mounds of pecks, jeweled with two, plum colored ni**les, which begged to be first in line for licking, closely followed by the rippling muscles cascading down his stomach that faded into patch of coarse black hair. And last, but certainly not least, his…

I swallowed hard and tilted my head to one side as my eyes truly registered the size of his pulsing erection. It was like the rest of him, double the size of any human man. “Guy? That’s—that’s really…are you sure this is going to work?” I asked.

He crossed his arms over his smooth, perfectly chiseled chest. Gods, he was gorgeous.

He flashed a devious smile. Then it melted away. “Have I ever let you down?”

The hesitation I felt dissolved instantly. It was ironic when I thought about it: where we’d started, where we’d been, where we were going. There was once a time when he was my protector. As I grew, he became my tormenter, and we fought—for years. It nearly destroyed me. Then I became a woman. A strong one at that. But somehow, I still couldn’t breathe without him. He was my everything, and when he looked at me, I knew he felt the same.

So once again he’d been right. I. Needed. Him. I didn’t just need him in a sexual or survival kind of way, I needed him to make me whole. “Never. You’ve never let me down, Votan. God of Death and War, I love you.”

He pulled me against him. His thick erection pressed deliciously into my stomach. As he bent his head to kiss me, a thought flickered through my head.

“Wait,” I said.

He raised one black brow. “Yes, Emma?”

“I have a question.”

“I’ve been waiting for you my entire existence, can we talk later?” he asked.

“Where are we going?”

“To New York, to see your parents. I’m pretty sure you can take care of any threats on your own now, but I wanted to meet them in person. Time to put faces to those voices I’ve heard for so long.”

Damn. I really love him, I said to myself. “And, Tommaso?” I asked.

He frowned. “Now you’re trying to ruin the moment.”

I waited.

“Okay,” he said. “Tommaso is safe, healthy, and on his way to Rome.”

Oh, thank heaven. “Votan?”

He rolled his eyes and dropped his arms. “Yes, my sweet?”

“Be gentle?” I asked.

He smiled. “Absolutely not. You’re immortal now, and I have seventy-thousand years of pent up frustration. Gentle is the one thing you will not get from me until the fifth or sixth time.”

Hmmm. That sounded really, really promising. “Fine. But cut the ribbon slowly, I want to remember this.”

***

After Guy picked up the phone to the cockpit and informed the pilots that disturbing us prior to landing in New York would be a mistake punishable by death, he pulled out several blankets from the overhead compartment and laid them over the narrow bed. It could have been a hammock for all I cared. I just wanted every surface of his body raking against mine. Now. He was meant to be my first, my only. I’d waited long enough.

He led me by the hand and we lay down next to each other. At first, he took his time, languishing kisses over my aching br**sts and sensitive neck. But something wasn’t right, wasn’t fitting the moment. I felt his body tremble furiously as he held back. God or not, being unable to quench his male thirst for seventy-thousand years must have been torture, and to show that kind of restraint in an effort to make the moment memorable for me was truly heroic.

Slowly, he began trailing kisses down my stomach, over my belly button, and to the curls between my legs. His fingers slid up along my inner thigh until they reached my slick folds and exposed my entrance. His tongue dipped inside and a wave of ecstasy washed over me instantly.

He didn’t flinch as my hands ran through his thick soft waves of hair and dug into his scalp. “Emma, you taste so sweet,” he whispered as his tongue plunged inside my cleft. I gasped as he slid his thick fingers inside me, nearing me to the second wave of release.

I then realized his reserved touch was a sacrifice; he was holding back. And he’d waited so long…for me. I wanted to give him everything he needed. It was long overdue, and there’d be years for leisurely love making. “I want you. Now.”

He looked up from between my thighs and flashed his trademark, devilish smile. “Okay, but cut the ribbon slowly, I want to remember my first time,” he said.

“I knew it! You’re a—”

I was about to say “virgin” and make a huge fuss, but he cut me off.

“I was waiting for you.” He crawled over me, locking his eyes to mine. He positioned his thick pulsing shaft at my slick hot entrance. “I love you, Emma. You are my light.”

He must have known how resilient my new body was because when he thrust, he didn’t stop until he was deep inside. But there was no pain, only delicious tremors of ecstasy.

Supporting the weight of his body with his bronzed arms, he raised his head towards the heavens and released a groan so primal, so piercing, that it shook the depths of my soul. The sky rumbled in response with a defending thunder and the plane dipped. But I could care less; I was utterly lost in the mind-blowing surge of energy pulsing between our two bodies.

My heart literally stopped for the space of one breath, then began pounding furiously. I felt a powerful burst of light course through my veins, and in an instant, I saw every moment of his life all at once. An eternity of struggle and violence, of fear for the fate of the world. Through his eyes, I saw it all. Every battle, every death, every moment he’d lived. Darkness.