The Power
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I tentatively wiggled my hips, stopping when a harsh groan brushed my lips.
“You don’t have to stop,” he said. “You want to move, agapi, you move. You do exactly what you want, because there isn’t a damn thing you can do wrong.”
Agapi.
Love.
A word I wouldn’t have understood before the demigod abilities had been unlocked, but I did now.
The endearment warmed me, and I did want to move. So I did. I arched my hips, moving them in a small circle. The act sent tiny coils of pleasure radiating out from my core, and Seth remained still, his forehead against mine as I grew accustomed to the feel of him.
Growing bold, I dragged my hands up his back and down, over the tense muscles of his lower back and further south. He made that sound again, and when he tilted his hips, it was my turn to moan.
Seth shifted his weight onto one arm as he moved his hips, sliding back and forth slowly and then faster, deeper. His hand cradled my hip, steadying me as he thrust forward, eliciting a sharp cry of pleasure from me.
He shuddered at the sound. I gripped his shoulders as I wrapped my legs around his waist. A rough curse burst from him as he went deeper. He moved in a rhythm that drove me crazy and was not enough and too much at the same time.
“Seth . . .” My hands spasmed over the muscles flexing and rolling along his spine. “Oh, gods . . .”
His back bowed and his lips moved down my throat and further, to the tip of my breast. I jerked, back arching, and that pace he was setting picked up, became feverish. Molten lava flowed in my veins as bolts of biting pleasure shot out.
“Gods,” he groaned; his mouth was near my temple now and he was moving so fast, his hips slamming into mine. “This,” he said, dragging his hand down my belly, to the place between my legs, just above where we were connected. “This is what I want. Nothing else. No one else.”
“Yes,” I gasped out, and I might’ve repeated the same word over and over, in a way that would’ve been embarrassing if I cared at that moment, but I didn’t.
Seth was doing things with his fingers I didn’t even know were possible.
He was everywhere—his hands, his mouth—on me, in me, and it was too much. I couldn’t keep up. I didn’t need to. My head was spinning and the intensity of the bliss building inside me heightened to the point my hips jerked clear off the bed.
I threw my head back, screaming his name as everything came apart. Release exploded and it was shattering, lighting up every cell, and the pleasure rolled out in tight, sensual shockwaves, obliterating my senses. I heard myself tell him that I loved him and I told him in a crazy, abandoned way, in a voice I didn’t recognize.
Seth’s restraint broke. No longer holding himself back, the pump of his hips lost all rhythm as he shoved his arm under my lower back. He lifted me up, sealing me tight to him as he ground against me, sending another wave of exquisite pleasure. He extended his other arm, up my back, holding me off the bed as his hips pounded forward. His strength was overwhelming. He held me up and he took me like I . . . like I wanted to be taken. The moment was incredible, like nothing I’d ever experienced before.
Then he was on me, pressing me down into the mattress, not an inch of space separating us as he kissed me hard. His hips jerked once and then twice, and then I could feel him pulsing.
Seth said my name against my lips, and it felt like forever passed while our hearts slowed and the sweat cooled on our skin. “Are you okay?” he asked.
“Perfect,” I murmured. “So perfect that I can’t . . . even move or think.”
He chuckled and then he finally moved. He lifted his head and pressed a kiss to my forehead and then my brow. He dropped a kiss on each eyelid and then the tip of my nose before he found my mouth, and gods, when he kissed me it was the sweetest, tenderest thing ever. It spoke those three words I’d said, but he hadn’t. That kiss said it all and more.
Not only did it say love.
It spelled hope.
Seth
Lying on my side with Josie tucked to my front, I told myself over and over again that I could do this with her.
But I had to do this right.
Josie snuggled against me, wiggling her bottom against my groin, and fuck, I’d been hard since she fell asleep, and each time she moved it sent a jolt straight from my dick to my spine. Curling my arm around her waist, I held her tighter, unwilling to wake her.
She was worn out, falling asleep minutes after I had gotten rid of the condom and brought a warm, wet cloth to her, washing away the evidence that there had been no one else before. Not that I needed to see that to know, but gods, there was a knot in the base of my throat that wasn’t easing off. I wanted to worship her all over again.
Sex had never been like this. Nothing in my life had ever been like this. Everything from the moment I’d met Josie had been a new experience for me. She was truly a miracle and even the simple act of lying beside her soothed me.
I was awake, but my body was at ease. My mind was a different story.
I can do this.
I’d been so close to telling her what I’d done, and the guilt from keeping that secret from her churned my stomach, but I . . . I could rectify that.
I can do this.
Gods, there was no other way for me. I had to control myself. I had to make sure I never allowed myself to get to the point where I took from her what was never mine to take. I could never allow myself to feed off her again.
Josie loved me.
Holy shit.
I dropped my head, pressing a kiss to her bare shoulder. Josie loved me. Not a single part of me doubted that. I didn’t deserve that gift, but I could . . . I could be better for her. I could be worthy of her love.
“You don’t have to stop,” he said. “You want to move, agapi, you move. You do exactly what you want, because there isn’t a damn thing you can do wrong.”
Agapi.
Love.
A word I wouldn’t have understood before the demigod abilities had been unlocked, but I did now.
The endearment warmed me, and I did want to move. So I did. I arched my hips, moving them in a small circle. The act sent tiny coils of pleasure radiating out from my core, and Seth remained still, his forehead against mine as I grew accustomed to the feel of him.
Growing bold, I dragged my hands up his back and down, over the tense muscles of his lower back and further south. He made that sound again, and when he tilted his hips, it was my turn to moan.
Seth shifted his weight onto one arm as he moved his hips, sliding back and forth slowly and then faster, deeper. His hand cradled my hip, steadying me as he thrust forward, eliciting a sharp cry of pleasure from me.
He shuddered at the sound. I gripped his shoulders as I wrapped my legs around his waist. A rough curse burst from him as he went deeper. He moved in a rhythm that drove me crazy and was not enough and too much at the same time.
“Seth . . .” My hands spasmed over the muscles flexing and rolling along his spine. “Oh, gods . . .”
His back bowed and his lips moved down my throat and further, to the tip of my breast. I jerked, back arching, and that pace he was setting picked up, became feverish. Molten lava flowed in my veins as bolts of biting pleasure shot out.
“Gods,” he groaned; his mouth was near my temple now and he was moving so fast, his hips slamming into mine. “This,” he said, dragging his hand down my belly, to the place between my legs, just above where we were connected. “This is what I want. Nothing else. No one else.”
“Yes,” I gasped out, and I might’ve repeated the same word over and over, in a way that would’ve been embarrassing if I cared at that moment, but I didn’t.
Seth was doing things with his fingers I didn’t even know were possible.
He was everywhere—his hands, his mouth—on me, in me, and it was too much. I couldn’t keep up. I didn’t need to. My head was spinning and the intensity of the bliss building inside me heightened to the point my hips jerked clear off the bed.
I threw my head back, screaming his name as everything came apart. Release exploded and it was shattering, lighting up every cell, and the pleasure rolled out in tight, sensual shockwaves, obliterating my senses. I heard myself tell him that I loved him and I told him in a crazy, abandoned way, in a voice I didn’t recognize.
Seth’s restraint broke. No longer holding himself back, the pump of his hips lost all rhythm as he shoved his arm under my lower back. He lifted me up, sealing me tight to him as he ground against me, sending another wave of exquisite pleasure. He extended his other arm, up my back, holding me off the bed as his hips pounded forward. His strength was overwhelming. He held me up and he took me like I . . . like I wanted to be taken. The moment was incredible, like nothing I’d ever experienced before.
Then he was on me, pressing me down into the mattress, not an inch of space separating us as he kissed me hard. His hips jerked once and then twice, and then I could feel him pulsing.
Seth said my name against my lips, and it felt like forever passed while our hearts slowed and the sweat cooled on our skin. “Are you okay?” he asked.
“Perfect,” I murmured. “So perfect that I can’t . . . even move or think.”
He chuckled and then he finally moved. He lifted his head and pressed a kiss to my forehead and then my brow. He dropped a kiss on each eyelid and then the tip of my nose before he found my mouth, and gods, when he kissed me it was the sweetest, tenderest thing ever. It spoke those three words I’d said, but he hadn’t. That kiss said it all and more.
Not only did it say love.
It spelled hope.
Seth
Lying on my side with Josie tucked to my front, I told myself over and over again that I could do this with her.
But I had to do this right.
Josie snuggled against me, wiggling her bottom against my groin, and fuck, I’d been hard since she fell asleep, and each time she moved it sent a jolt straight from my dick to my spine. Curling my arm around her waist, I held her tighter, unwilling to wake her.
She was worn out, falling asleep minutes after I had gotten rid of the condom and brought a warm, wet cloth to her, washing away the evidence that there had been no one else before. Not that I needed to see that to know, but gods, there was a knot in the base of my throat that wasn’t easing off. I wanted to worship her all over again.
Sex had never been like this. Nothing in my life had ever been like this. Everything from the moment I’d met Josie had been a new experience for me. She was truly a miracle and even the simple act of lying beside her soothed me.
I was awake, but my body was at ease. My mind was a different story.
I can do this.
I’d been so close to telling her what I’d done, and the guilt from keeping that secret from her churned my stomach, but I . . . I could rectify that.
I can do this.
Gods, there was no other way for me. I had to control myself. I had to make sure I never allowed myself to get to the point where I took from her what was never mine to take. I could never allow myself to feed off her again.
Josie loved me.
Holy shit.
I dropped my head, pressing a kiss to her bare shoulder. Josie loved me. Not a single part of me doubted that. I didn’t deserve that gift, but I could . . . I could be better for her. I could be worthy of her love.
