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“Ohhhh!” I moan. He’s really going at them, like a kid with an ice cream cone who doesn’t know any better. I seize him around the shoulders with both hands, certain I’ll fall backward to the bed otherwise. “Oh, Jesus!”

He relents. But only by a little. He arches one sexy-as-hell brow and drawls, “Do you want that to be my name?”

I’m only capable of responding with another long groan. But I give it to him with a blissful smile. I’m helpless, floating on the silken river of his voice and the feral joy of his bites. I damn him and thank him at once, already onto his cunning game. The man clearly knows how thoroughly he’s conquered so much of me.

And is about to claim more.

“I can be your Jesus, Alessandra.” He descends his hands, sliding under my leggings. “At least for now.” He molds those long, graceful fingers around my bare ass before claiming my skin in bold strokes of heat.

I moan as he pulls harder…grinding our bodies tighter against each other. “F-For now?”

He nods. The movement makes his stubble abrade my neck. “I will be your god before we are done, Alessandra. And we will not stop until that is your full, screaming truth.”

Chapter Nine

Max

Before we are done.

The moment the words leave my lips, Alessandra stiffens beneath me. “Damn,” she gasps as I begin my invasion, suckling hard at her neck. “The things your mind comes up with, Hotness.”

“And that is just my mind.” I smile against her skin but punctuate the promise with a gentle bite. “Other parts of me have better plans for you, woman.”

“Oh.” She breathes in and out, pushing her chest against mine in all the finest ways, before dragging her hand over my engorged cock. Her eyes widen. She looks down to where my borrowed sweatpants are soaked straight through. “Oh…all right. M-Maybe that’ll be…all right.”

“Maybe it will be?” I cock my head as she raises hers. “And why would it not be?”

“You know why not.” She lifts one of her fingers to trace my lips. “We can’t just keep doing this, Max.”

“Doing what?”

“You know that answer too.”

“Perhaps.” I breathe the word into her forehead. “But it changes nothing.” As I pull in more air, it is filled with her fulfilling warmth and fascinating scent. “If you want me to stop, then you need to direct me. With specifics.”

She attempts to shove me back—more or less. “Fine. Stop…stop doing that shit to my neck…w-with your m-mouth. Oh. Hmmm…”

“Shit.” I cannot keep the teasing tone from my voice. “Like this?”

“Yes, damn it.” Her shaky little huff is like a physical caress of its own. “Exactly l-like that.”

“Mmmhmm.” I flow the sounds into each other, reveling in the tremors they cause through her. As the shivers cascade down her belly and across her thighs. I do not cease my lusty obsession over her full, firm, enchantress curves. They make me drunk with desire. Two hundred thirty years. I have paid a boggling price for the sight of all this perfect skin. I would willingly pay it again.

But right now, it is time to collect my reward.

I need no other permission than that.

I drag her breeches down with a swift, forceful plunge. At once, the most perfect valley of her body is exposed to my gaze.

“And…things like this?” I ask while kissing the topmost edge of her soaked cleft.

“Damn it. Max.” A yelp escapes her as I push down harder. With dedicated effort, I finally work the clingy garment around her knees. “Yes! Unnnhh.”

We fall together to the bed. As soon as we are down, primal heat invades my senses. With her sweet curves pinned beneath me and her glower a dagger, I struggle to remember the theme of her argument, but the woman looks ready to recall it for both of us.

“Okay, and definitely stuff like this. Damn it, Max. I’m serious. Let me up!”

“Why?”