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she treasured any time he used her name.
    â€œBut I want to know what it’s like to be with you fully. To have you inside me. And I can think of no better gift than to carry your child for you. My own little Aricles.”
    Aricles clenched his teeth as he savored those words. They meant more to him than any others. Yet …
    â€œYou are to remain virginal. You know that. Who am I to defile a goddess so pure?”
    â€œYou’re the man I love above all others. Even myself.”
    â€œBath—”
    She placed her fingers over his lips to keep him from protesting. “Tell me you haven’t thought about it. Honestly.”
    A smile quirked at the edges of his lips. “Every waking moment, as you have felt whenever you lean against me. I can’t get near the scent of a lily without growing hard.”
    She took his hand into hers and led it to her breast. “Then ease your pain with me.”
    His heart pounded at the sensation of her breast against his palm. There was nothing more in the world he wanted than to taste her taut peak, but …
    â€œI am nothing but a weak mortal, Bathia. You are a goddess. I have no right to touch or claim any part of you.”
    She turned around in his arms to kneel in front of him. “Have I the right to touch you?”
    â€œI am ever your servant, my lady. Of course.” He spoke without thinking. And he was completely unprepared when she lifted his chiton so that she could cup his erection in her delicate hand. His breath rushed out as her fingers gently stroked and teased him. “Bathia…”
    â€œShh,” she whispered against his lips while she caressed his body. After a second, she pulled back with a light squeak. “Did I break you?”
    He frowned at her alarm. “What makes you think that?”
    She held her hand up to show him. “Why do you leak so?”
    His frown melted into a smile. “I don’t know. It just does that sometimes.”
    Frowning, she studied her hand. “Is it the same as when I grow moist between my legs whenever you’re near?”
    Aricles gaped at her question. For a full minute, he couldn’t think of how to respond. She was so unabashed about taboo subjects that it often caught him off guard. “I-I suppose it is.”
    She brushed his chiton aside so that she could stare at his erection. “Your body is so different from mine. Are all men like you?”
    â€œI would assume, but I don’t make it a habit of being with naked men, especially when they’re aroused.”
    She smiled at that then lifted her hand so that she could taste what she’d milked from him. The sight of her doing that made his mouth go dry. She had no idea how difficult it was to be with her open innocence. For all the centuries she’d lived, she knew so little about mortals and even less about the relationships of men and women.
    â€œIt’s very salty.”
    â€œI wouldn’t know.”
    She dropped her hand to him again to stroke the length of his cock. He gasped as unmitigated pleasure ripped through him.
    â€œYou do like it when I do this to you, don’t you?”
    More than she would ever know. “Goddess … please … you’re torturing me.”
    â€œThen make love to me, Ari.” She unpinned her peplos and let it fall open, baring herself completely to his hungry gaze.
    He couldn’t breathe at the sight of her perfect naked body. Of her full, lush breasts and the dark hair at the juncture of her thighs.
    Before he could stop her, she placed his hand back on her bare breast. The sight of his tanned skin against hers and the feel of her taut nipple against his palm …
    He was undone.
    Rising to his own knees, he kissed her deeply while she cupped him again in her hand. He reached down between their bodies to hold her hand to his cock while he rocked himself against the sweet pressure she provided.
    Bathymaas