Free Fallen (Dark God Saga) by Violette Dubrinsky, Renee Flowers

pressed her down onto the sofa and was above her in an instant. Shock registered on her face briefly, and then small, delicately boned hands were finding their way to his back, caressing him through the dark shirt that he wore. Forcing himself to tear his lips from hers, to give them both much needed air, he licked at her neck before gently nibbling on the tender skin there. She shivered, whimpered. He growled.
    “Thanatos,” she said in a desperate voice that would have given him a raging hard-on if he didn’t already have one. And then she shifted, arched her hips up and made contact with that aching part of his anatomy.
    He barely resisted the urge to curse. Barely.
    Looking down at her, he read the need in her face, the wildness behind that need. At least he wasn’t alone in that department.
    So much for going slow. Pushing himself off of her, Thanatos reached down, scooped her up, and headed for his bedroom. The first time he took her wasn’t going to be on a plush couch. He’d leave that for the other times, and there would be many, many more...
    ***
    “Where are we—oh,” Simone murmured, confusion evaporating when they entered a large room with an equally large bed. Nerves kicked up in her belly upon seeing the bed. Did she really want to do this? Have sex with a hot, stranger—? A hot stranger named Thanatos Aeron who made her feel like doing all sorts of naughty things that she’d heard of from Janet, and Cosmo magazines?
    Placing her on her feet beside the bed, Thanatos looked down at her, sensing in her eyes that some inner turmoil was going on. Had he had his powers as a god, he’d be able to figure out what it was.
    Leaning down, he kissed the tip of her nose, the side of her lips, and then with his lips hovering inches from hers, he said, “We don’t have to do this.”
    Her eyes widened, and then narrowed.
“I want you, Simone, but if you don’t want this, we can stop
    Right now.” Even if it killed him. And he was almost positive that it would.
    And that confirmed it for her. A beautiful, thoughtful man to whom she was attracted. This might never happen again.
    Locking her arms about his neck, she gave him her answer in a deep and thorough kiss that left them both gasping for breath.
    His hands undid the zipper at her back, before running along the smooth contours of skin. Running his fingers under the straps, he took a step back, and pushed them off her shoulders, watching as the heap of material slid down her body, revealing rich skin, dusk-tipped breasts—and were those wires?
    ***
    Simone remembered the wires when the lust in Thanatos’s eyes faded slightly and was joined by confusion.
    Whirling around, she began undoing them, shaking her head at herself all the while. What the hell was she thinking, letting him undo her clothes? She should have gone to the bathroom, and removed them before he saw them. God, she was such an amateur!
    She felt his hand on her elbow, and then he was turning her around again. Simone expected to find disgust, or anger, or something else, but what she found instead was an amused smile, a lifted brow. He asked one question, “Work?”
    Simone nodded and forced herself to relax.  
    His hands covered hers and gently moved them aside, and then he was gently extracting the wires from her skin and tossing them aside. Warm palms settled on her breasts and squeezed lightly before his lips caught hers again. Simone gasped into his mouth when his thumbs began circling her nipples. She clenched her thighs together tightly, feeling wetness seep into her panties. As if sensing it, one of his hands lowered between her legs, and a finger settled against her cotton covered clit.
    As he continued his delicious caress, Simone spread her legs and leaned back, feeling lightheaded as her orgasm crept closer and closer. Suddenly, he stopped.
    “Why did you...?” Simone’s voice faded on seeing that he was undoing the buttons of his clothing. Oh.
    When the shirt came off, she