God of Temptation (Immortal Matchmakers, Inc)

Zac moved up beside Tula’s curvy little body, drinking in her feminine beauty. He loved everything about her—the pink, perky nipples, the creamy soft skin, the way her chest rose with eager, excited breaths. But sexier than ever was the woman inside. He’d never take her for granted. She would always be worshipped by him, both in and outside the bedroom.

Her soft hand floated down and wrapped around his throbbing shaft.

“I love the way you feel, Zac. Strong and hard, gentle and tender, but this,” she gave his cock a squeeze, “has haunted my dreams.”

“Good dreams, I hope.”

“Oh yes. Anything with you in it always is.”

He pressed his lips to hers and moved between her thighs, pinning her arm above her head. He trailed hot kisses down her throat, sliding his lips over the soft skin.

She lifted her hips, grinding herself against his hard shaft, silently begging for him to enter her.

He positioned the aching head of his cock, and then instinct and need took over. He drove in deep, watching her face turn into a vision of sensuality.

Yes, he could see it now, that tiny sprinkle of supernatural something in her. Maybe it made her less inhibited, maybe it made her more open to—

“Ohgods. I can’t take it anymore!” Tula rolled him onto his back and straddled him. “No more soft lovemaking. I want it hard. I want it now!”

Tula didn’t know what came over her, but suddenly she just had to ride Zac. Ride him and claim him and fill the void that had haunted her for the last nine months. The need was more than lust or sexual, it was the antidote to the despair that had been eating away at her day by day, little by little. Would she ever see him again? Would they have the happy ever after they dreamed of? Would they get to live as husband and wife, love each other like their hearts ached for?

These thoughts had become her fuel, the things that drove her to keep searching for him even when her mind told her to quit. But now that she had him, she couldn’t shut it off. The worry. The need. The feeling that she had to keep going.

So if she had to ride him like her personal sexy pony to calm her soul, then so be it.

With her legs straddling him, Tula bore down, feeling his thick shaft fill her completely. Yes! She threw her head back, the sensation of having him inside her pushing away the dark clouds.

This was real.

The nightmare was over.

Zac took hold of her hips and guided their bodies into a rhythm that made her toes curl. Every movement of his shaft made her deliciously aware of how big he was. Pressure in all the right places, not an inch of her sex neglected.

She planted her hands on his strong chest, savoring the feel of his chiseled pecs beneath her fingertips. She looked down at him, drawn into his carnal, intense gaze. She couldn’t believe that this god, this beautiful man, was all hers.

And we feel so good together.

The pressure started to build, and Tula rocked her hips faster, pushing him deeper. Suddenly, she exploded. In a good way this time.

Tula let go and rode the hard waves of euphoria that pulled her up and out of her body. There was only her and Zac and their pleasure, carrying them to some magical place where nothing else existed.

Wave after wave pulsed through her body, halting her breath. Beneath her, the exquisite sound of her man coming with deep guttural groans urged her on, to keep riding the sinful wave.

After several long moments, her lungs expanded, and she felt herself floating back down to Earth, her body turning into a giant puddle of warm, glowing bliss.

Had she really just left her body and soared through the cosmos with Zac? Maybe that tiny particle of Minky in her DNA had done it. Either way, she was back, and two intense, hypnotic eyes were staring up at her.

“That was amazing,” she said, panting her words.

“I’m not even close to being done with you yet.” Zac flipped her over, putting her on her hands and knees. “I’m going to make you come so many times, you’ll lose…lose…” Suddenly, he stopped. “What the hell is that?”

“What?”

She looked over her shoulder, but couldn’t tell what he was looking at. “What? What’s wrong?”

“Are you aware that there is a portrait of David Hasselhoff tattooed on your back?”

“What?” Tula jumped from the bed, nearly tossing Zac to the floor. She twisted and turned, trying to see her back. Of course, she couldn’t. Did she even want to? “That damned Gola! I can’t believe she did this.”

Tula had done her best to keep tabs on the she-demon at all times back in LA, but there were moments when the two had separated.