God of War: An Enemies to Lovers Marriage Romance (Legacy of Gods Book 6)

The air crackles with cruel intentions as my gaze clashes with his icy cloudy one.

An unpredictable storm that will swipe me under if I so much as I breathe wrong.

Pressure builds in my stomach at the mere feel of his body on top of mine, dwarfing me, dominating, intimidating.

Absolutely addicting.

I didn’t realize how much I missed him until his skin touched mine again.

I’m burning as I fall back into the orbit of the sun.

My heart races, my blood roars, but all I can do is stare at my custom-made god.

Eli yanks out his belt, the sound echoing around us like a whip, and he wraps it around my hands.

I wiggle free. “No.”

“No?” he repeats with deceptive calm.

“I want to see you. Properly.”

“And I want to sink my fucking teeth in your throat and mess up that skin with blood.”

“Deal,” I breathe out, my voice a fallen whisper in the silence.

“Jesus fucking Christ. I tell you I want to draw your blood and you just to agree to it? Have you lost your damn mind?”

“No. I trust you won’t hurt me and I know if I ask you to stop, you will. It’s a reasonable price for seeing you naked.” I sit up so I’m cradling his thighs and undo the second button of his shirt with trembling fingers. “I don’t like it when I’m the only one stripping. I know you do it for power, but it makes me feel like a sex doll you blow off steam into.”

“Fuck.” He rips open his shirt and I gasp as the buttons fly all around and roll onto the ground.

He shoves away his trousers and briefs while balancing me on top of him. I fumble with my zipper and awkwardly pull my dress and lace panties off.

We strip in record time until we’re both stark naked. For the first time ever. While I’m looking at him, at least.

I love the intense way he stares at me. My skin grows warm at the dark desire, the red-hot passion, and the need to touch me that shines bright in his eyes.

Eli tugs me back on his lap and his huge erection nudges against my arse.

But I’m distracted by something else.

I’ve always known my husband to be lean but ripped. But as I glide my fingers over his broad shoulders and smooth muscles, I realize just how unfair it is that I haven’t seen him naked until now.

He’s perfection wrapped in human skin and I want to touch him for eternity.

I expect him to stop me, but he lets me rub my palms over his pectoral muscles, along his abs, and…

My hands come to a halt when I find a tattoo on his side—a phoenix trapped in the branches of the tree of life. Crisp lines, plenty of negative space, neither big nor small, but it’s the right size to be noticed.

For some reason, I’ve never pictured Eli as the type to get tattoos. He’s too clean-cut for that.

I’m about to ask about it when my fingers land on a red scar near his lower abs. A gasp falls from my lips as I study the large slash.

“W-what happened?” I look up at him and he stares back with an edge.

As if he’s enduring me touching him, exploring him, getting to know him for once.

“Not important,” he says without emotion.

Grabbing both his sides, I wiggle back and lower my head to place a kiss on the angry skin and the only imperfection in his muscled superiority.

Eli’s fingers slide from my nape to my skull as he grabs a handful of my hair and pulls me back up.

The belt is in his hand and I know he’ll tie me up. As much as I enjoy that play most days, that’s not the case tonight.

I push it away and drop a kiss on his shaven jaw, his throat, over his Adam’s apple. “You smell so good. I love how it’s as intoxicating as alcohol.”

His cock grows thicker against my folds, and I grind against him, lust intensifying in my core until I’m humping his length. My arousal and his precum mix and glide, lubricating and filling the room with a vulgar sound.

My lips brush against his, biting down at the cushion before I speak against it, “Love your taste, too. It’s addictive. Almost as good as your hands.”

“Shut your mouth, Ava.”

“Mmm. Make me.”

He shoves me against him by the hair and thrusts his tongue between my inviting lips. He kisses me like a savage, a Neanderthal, a fucking beast of epic proportions.

He kisses me like it’s our first and last.

The tension ripples from my lips to the tips of my fingers that I sink in his hair, messing it up a little, trying to get under his skin a little. My need for his touch bursts in fireworks of magenta and red as I wrap my legs around his waist, digging my heels into his back.

If it hurts, he doesn’t complain as he kisses me deeper, dirtier, slower, as if he’s savoring me.

Relearning me.

Then it’s hot, fast, and dirty. He can’t suck on my tongue long enough or taste me quick enough.

I’m so wet, it’s dripping between my thighs and he must feel it. He must know how crazy he makes me.

His hand lands on my throat, squeezing, tightening as he devours me. He pulls me up and I tense, thinking he’ll flip me around. Again.

After I’ve been carefully building the bridge over his icy cold peak.

But he simply positions me on top of his hard, thick, and seriously massive cock. No idea how I’ve been taking this monstrosity between my legs, but that apprehension barely lingers as he speaks against my lips, his hot breath drawing goosebumps.

“You want me to lose control, Mrs. King? Want me to fuck you like a madman and stretch that tight cunt of yours to fit me? Want me to own you while I punish you?”

I nod, the motion causing my swollen mouth to brush his.

He catches my lip between his teeth as he thrusts into me. His eyes trap mine as his cock nudges in.

“Oh fuck…” I breathe as he stretches me. God, it’s been some time and he’s positively huge.

“You’ll take every last inch of my cock, beautiful. That’s it. You’re doing so well. Your cunt is welcoming me home.”

I pant against his mouth, my hand wrapping around his neck, and I briefly close my eyes to engrave this sensation in the back of my mind.

“You wanted to look at me as I own you, so open those eyes. Look at what you make me.”

My lids slowly flutter open and I whimper at the sheer intensity in his dark-grays. They’re worse than a storm—dangerous, but alluring. I’d run right into the middle if I could.

I stroke his face. He thrusts deeper.

I kiss his cheek. He bites my neck.

Hard.

The sting rushes to the base of my stomach. Pressure builds in my core and I clench around him.

He licks the assaulted spot on my neck and sucks on it as if he’s exorcising my soul through my pulse. He bites again as he thrusts deeper, harder, and dangerously animalistic.

My moans echo in the air as I bounce on his cock, kissing his lips, his face, anywhere I can reach. I’m persistent, as demanding as he is, and he doesn’t stop me.

“You’re a fucking nightmare,” he grunts against my throat. “You’re ruining everything.”

“Good.” I whimper against his mouth. “You ruined everything for me, too. I wish we could do a heart switch so you can feel what I do.”

“Fuck, Ava.”

He goes rougher and I cling to him harder. My husband fucks the way he behaves. Deep and controlled. But the way he sucks on my neck is nothing short of frenzied.

There’s no control when his groin slaps my arse.

There’s no control when he plunges his tongue into my mouth.

His legendary self-restraint shatters against my edges and I swallow it through his lips, tugging, nibbling, and carving my presence inside him in blood.

The pressure builds and heightens as I sink my nails into his shoulders and attempt to hide in the crook of his neck.

Eli tugs my head back with a fistful of my hair until I’m slammed by his presence again. “Eyes on me when you come for me, baby.”

A violent wave of ecstasy rushes through me as I break apart. He drives into me with a harrowing rhythm and I feel his cum fill me up as I come so hard, white stars form behind my lids and I lose my grasp on reality for a second.

But it’s the type I welcome, the type I’d like to dig myself a hole and crawl into.

“Jesus, fuck. Ava!”

I blink a few times.

Somehow, I’m on my back, panting, and my husband’s glorious body hovers over mine, his big hand cupping my face.

Our bodies are slick with sweat, my heartbeat is somewhere on the moon, and my body is so achy it’s delicious.

He somehow pulled out of me, his cum is dripping between my thighs, messing up the sheets.

“Can you hear me?” he asks in a careful voice.

“Um, sorry,” I whisper, hating that I ruined the most beautiful moment of my life. “It happens sometimes. I lose, um, consciousness of my surroundings. It’s…nothing serious.”

A small puff of air leaves his lips and he momentarily closes his eyes.

I lean into his hand, rubbing myself against him like a puppy starved for affection. “You called me baby.”

He just stares at me.

“And you actually bit me. Are you in fact a vampire? Can you turn me?”

His lips twitch in a small smile. “Do you want a bath?”

“Mmm, not here.” I pull him down so his lips are inches from mine. “Take me home.”

I pause, trapping my lip between my teeth at the admission I just made. That his house is my home.

When did that happen?

Thankfully, he raises a brow with obvious disregard. “How about the clusterfuck of a party going on outside?”

That’s when I hear the of music and the general chatter. I honest to God forgot about that.

“Oh, the party.”

“Yes, the party that you threw on my yacht without informing me.”

I shrug. “What’s yours is mine. What’s mine is also mine.”

“By God. You’re such a brat.”

“Want to punish me again when we get home? Leo can end the party.”

“Leo is fired for letting the party happen.”

“I’ll just rehire him and pay him more. With your money.”

“Being married to you is obnoxiously expensive.”

“Not expensive enough to cover your lack of humanity. You should consider yourself lucky.”

“Lucky, huh?”

“Totally. No other woman would put up with a Tin Man. You should thank me.”

“For being a pain in the arse?” he says in a deadpan voice. “Let’s get a move on.”

“You’ll come around, babe.” I brush my lips against his as he places a hand behind my back and carries me to the bathroom.

My legs lock around his waist and I continue to explore his body, kissing him everywhere I can.

He puts an end to it too soon when we step into the shower and he fucks me against the wall.

So much for waiting for later.

Eli changes into some spare clothes he had Leo bring him. Then he says, “You’re fired, Henderson.”

I peek from the bathroom, putting on my dress. “You have been rehired and promoted, Leo! Let’s celebrate later.”

My husband glares at me and I lift my shoulder. “Warned you. Not my fault you don’t listen.”

He shakes his head and steps out. “I need a word with Lan. See you outside.”

“Okay.”

He takes a step toward the door, then stops. “Behave, will you?”

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“I don’t even know why I try anymore,” he mutters as he steps past Leo. The latter offers me a rare smile and I mirror it, then top it off with two thumbs-up.

Leo and Sam have been nothing but supportive during the time my husband was being a wanker. They even called him unreasonable, which I screenshotted and will frame and then place on his desk.

By the time I’m done dolling up, I breeze past all the people who seem to have doubled in number in search of the one person whose company I want.

I spot Eli standing outside by the deck with Lan. The cousins are facing away from me as they stare at the dark water. Light reflects on the surface like a swish of deceptive color.

“Consider this my contribution after what I said.” Lan wraps an arm around Eli’s shoulder.

Broad shoulders with bulging muscles that I can still make out the contours of under the blue shirt.

“I’ll knock your teeth out if you don’t stop provoking me, Landon. I mean it.”

“Hey, relax. I didn’t know Barbie was…” he trails off as Eli shoves his arm away.

“You didn’t know I was what?” I ask with a smile as I join them.

“Still giving this waste of space the time of day,” Lan says. “You can do so much better.”

“And so can Mia,” Eli shoots back.

“Nonsense. I’m God’s gift to humans and she’s grateful to have me.”

I place a finger in my mouth and pretend to vomit. “Your presence gives me nausea.”

“Must be something wrong with your stomach.”

Eli shoves him away and places an arm around my back. “Ready to go?”

“And escape the cloud of narcissism around here? Absolutely.”

“Joke’s on you, Barbie!” Lan calls behind us. “You took the entire cloud with you.”

Eli glares at him and I catch him mouthing, “I’ll kill you.”

“Not if she manages to kill you first, cousin,” Lan says.

I laugh but still make a face at the arsehole.

During the ride back, I doze off, and I think Eli pulls me against his chest and I climb onto his lap, but I’m not sure.

The next thing I know, when I open my eyes, I’m surrounded by a familiar scent.

The soft light of a lamp illuminates my surroundings in stark detail.

My heart nearly pops out from between my ribs when I find myself cocooned in Eli’s embrace. My head rests on his naked chest, my arm is wrapped around his waist, and his hand covers my back.

I’m wearing a pink nightgown and my hair is loose, and I’m, without a doubt, covered with an ugly gray duvet while snuggling against my husband.

In his bed.

My breath hitches as I stare up at his sleepy face, at the sharp jaw and the dark lashes fanning his cheek.

This is so unfair. Why does he look hot even while sleeping?

Now, I don’t even want to sleep anymore and would rather watch his face.

My wedding ring shines under the soft light and I smile. He kept the side lamp on because he knows I can’t sleep in the darkness, didn’t he? Even though I was out by the time he brought me here.

I’m pretty sure I woke up sometime after he carried me into the house, but I remember nothing.

My heart tightens and sinks as that truth slaps me across the face. How many more moments will I lose? How much can he take before he figures out I’m not worth the hassle?

I internally shake those depressing thoughts away and hug him tighter, hoping—no, praying—I don’t wake him up with my visceral nightmares on our first night together.

My solution is to stay awake.

And I manage to do that for maybe twenty minutes, but the steady, safe beat of his heart lulls me into the deepest, most dreamless sleep of my life.