Warriors of Poseidon 02 - Atlantis Awakening

his triumph and his possession, and he turned and crossed the room in one leap with her still in his arms. Before she could change her mind, or come to her senses and realize a battle-hardened warrior would never be enough for her, he lay her down on the bed and yanked her legs apart. Put his hands on the bottoms of her thighs and held her open to him. Stared at her slick, swollen folds and murmured a promise that he would taste her soon. Would bury his face and lips and tongue in her honey and taste her until she screamed and came in his mouth.
     
    She shuddered at his words, and he lost the power of speech.
     
    He tried to tell her how beautiful she was—how special.
     
    All that came out was "Mine."
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    She stared up at him with a passion-drenched gaze, panting from her orgasm, desire still sparkling in the glorious blue of her eyes. "Ven?"
     
    "Mine," he repeated, unable to form words, unable to understand them. Why could she still talk?
     
    She moved, lifted a hand to push a strand of hair from her face, and the motion triggered the predator, the conqueror inside him who demanded that he stake a claim on this woman.
     
    His woman.
     
    "Mine. Now," he growled, and then he centered himself over her and looked into her eyes once more, sanity trying to raise its head, honor giving her one last chance to change her mind.
     
    But she smiled up at him and nodded and said the most beautiful word he'd ever heard.
     
    "Yes."
     
    At that moment, he shifted so that he was no longer blocking the window, and the moonlight shone across her body as it lay opened to him, transforming her back into the goddess she'd been outside the Nereid Temple.
     
    He paused for a heartbeat, understanding on some primal level that he was about to make love to a goddess turned human. Not caring what price he might pay for it.
     
    Mine.
     
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    In one powerful thrust, he drove his cock all the way inside her slick heat and he shouted again, shouted her name, shouted his claiming in ancient Atlantean, the only language his brain could remember.
     
    She clenched around him and cried out, wrapping her legs around his waist and digging her heels into his ass, not pushing him away but pulling him closer, and he was only too eager to get with that particular program, oh, thank you Poseidon.
     
    "Erin, if you do that again, I'm going to go off right now like some damn youngling," he said, panting, as he held still for a moment, then belatedly realized he'd said the words to her in his native tongue and repeated them in English.
     
    "Well, then we'd just have to try again, wouldn't we?" she said, biting her lip to keep the smile from forming.
     
    He leaned closer and captured her lips again, kissing her until he was inhaling her breath and her music and her soul.
     
    "Say my name, Erin. Tell me you want me," he demanded, slowly pulling out of her body, then plunging back in, over and over, speeding up the rhythm in response to the little moans and gasps she made underneath him.
     
    "I… yes. Ven," she breathed. "I want you, oh Goddess, Ven, I want you more than I have ever wanted anything in my life."
     
    Some primitive instinct deep down in the primal waters of his genetic ancestry roared out its triumph. Every muscle in his body tightened at the sound of his name in her lilting voice. His cock swelled and hardened until the friction from her tight, wet sheath drove him insane with sensation.
     
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    Her music broke forth again; the emerald song and opal-song soared through the room and through the two of them as their limbs tangled together and their bodies joined. He thrust into her harder and deeper, driving farther into her with every stroke. Erin suddenly gasped, dragging her nails down his back, and tightened around him as she exploded, crying out his name as she came. The force of her orgasm drove him over the edge, and he thrust into her as far as he could go and kept still, holding her tightly in his arms, while he pulsed his release inside her. Then he collapsed beside her, pulling her with him so he remained in her body, careful not to crush her with his weight.
     
    "Ven, I—" she began, but then she made a funny little gasping sound, and the music that had been soaring through the room exploded inside of his head. A rainbow of music, a