Just her and the descendant of a Greek god.
Khristos rolled her to her back, rising up above her on the palms of his hands, taking her mouth in a voracious kiss, licking at her lips, tasting her until she whimpered and wove her hands into his thick hair.
Tearing his mouth from hers, he kissed his way along her jaw, over her collarbone until he was at her breasts, lingering over her needy flesh.
Quinn sucked in a breath, fought not to drag him downward to her nipple, make him devour it until she screamed her pleasure.
But Khristos took his time, circling the flesh, nudging it with his nose, swiping at it with his hot tongue and blowing a breath of air across her rigid skin.
When he finally pulled her nipple into his mouth, she saw stars, all colors of the rainbow as her neck arched and her eyes clenched tight. Khristos ran his tongue over the sensitive bud, pulling at it, licking it, cupping her other breast while liquid heat pooled between her thighs.
Quinn’s hands were as anxious to touch him as she was to be touched. Needy and desperate, she flattened her palm against his back, discovering the thick muscles and planes as she did.
As he left her breast and slid down along her rib cage, she gripped the sheets on either side of her, her hips jutting upward toward the heat of his mouth as he swooped down across her hipbone and spread her thighs.
Her heart stopped as Khristos hovered, his lips tormenting her with whispered kisses, his hands stroking her inner thighs, driving her mad with anticipation.
The first swipe of his tongue, just below her belly button, made her jump and hiss a sound of pleasure she had to fight to keep quiet. When he used two fingers to spread her wet flesh, Quinn thought she’d die.
Still, he waited, taking his time, using his thumb and rolling it over her clit, licking her belly, the crease where thigh met hip.
Her pulse pounded in her ears until he took his first stroke, his tongue sure and hot, dragging along her clit, drawing the hard bud into his mouth.
Quinn fought not to cry out, stuffing a knuckle in her mouth, reaching her other hand down to grip Khristos’s silky hair. Pleasure, so deep, so intense her stomach coiled into a tight knot, settled over her, raced along her nerve-endings until she felt the white-hot need for release begin to wend its way upward.
Khristos slowed, pulled back, made her whimper her displeasure until he satisfied her craving once more by driving a finger into her. She was slick and wet when he thrust the digit as he licked her, and that was her undoing.
She writhed beneath his talented mouth, rose up, crashing against his lips until sweet relief found her. The aching swirl of desperation driving her to orgasm. Her neck arched, her back bowed, her legs widened as Khristos slid a hand under her ass and held her flush to him, letting her ride out her climax.
Oh God. If she died right now, she’d be at peace with the passing. Nothing had ever felt like that before.
But Khristos wasn’t done. He slid up along her body, his heated flesh finally pressed to hers, molding her to him, pulling her tight until her nipples scraped against his wide chest.
Her hands instantly slipped between his thighs, reaching for his rigid cock, grasping it in her hand, pumping it.
It was thick, long, blistering-hot and rock-hard. The dark of her room kept her from seeing all of him the way she wanted to, but her hands…her hands explored every delectable inch of him.
He groaned into her mouth as she stroked him, thwarted her from slipping away in order to wrap her mouth around the rigid flesh. “No,” he whispered, husky and deep. “I need to be inside you now.”
She shuddered beneath him, his words slicing through her ears like a knife through soft butter.
Without qualm, she lifted her hips, and wrapped her legs around his hips, inviting him to make love to her.
She knew this would only make the moment he left to go back to his life harder, but she didn’t care right now.
Now, there was only their naked flesh touching, their sweat gluing their bodies together. Their hearts pounding in time with each other. Their mouths, hot and needy, open and willing.
Khristos positioned himself between her legs, slipping his arm under her waist, hauling her against him as she clung to his neck.
His first thrust was fluid, deep, making her clamp her mouth shut to keep from crying out. Khristos seared her, stretched her, groaned hot against her ear, rolling his hips to drive more deeply into her.