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and stopped, damn her. “I thought I was.”
    She tightened her sheath around him until he gasped.
    “Better this way,” he managed to say. “Tess, please…”
    Finally, she started to move, but she took her damn time about it. She went slow, moving only in tiny increments up and down his shaft. As if he’d last forever. Jesus, he wanted to, but the angle of penetration hit that sweet spot right on the underside of his cock, making him pant.
    He was going to come, could feel it building in his balls with each slow glide of her sheath. But he wasn’t going without her. Moving his hands until his thumbs were positioned on either side of her clit, he pressed in, squeezing that little organ with each downward slide and rubbing it against his cock.
    She gasped, her eyes opening wide, and… holy shit, her eyes glowed, hypnotic, stunning, and so fucking warm. He exploded just as she came with a gasp.

Chapter 5
    Tessa clung to Cal’s broad shoulders, feeling his cock pulsing his seed into her, warm and full. He held her just as tightly, his chest rising and falling so fast she worried she might have injured him inadvertently.
    Because something else had just happened. Something she hadn’t experienced in centuries. Power. True power. Goddess power. Only a flash, a quick burn in her blood, and then gone. But she had felt it.
    What the hell had happened?
    “Tess?” His voice sounded muffled. “You okay?”
    Okay? Great Mother Goddess, she was more than okay.
    “Yes. I’m fine.”
    He turned his face into her neck, nuzzling his nose under her ear, his warm breath tickling the sensitive skin there. His cock twitched inside her and she tightened around him, eliciting another male groan.
    “Babe, you do that again and I’m not going to be responsible for my actions.”
    She ran her hands through his hair before cradling his head in her palms, wanting to keep him right there. “Then I guess I’ll just have to take my chances. So far, things are looking up.”
    Still, until she figured out what had just happened with her powers, he was probably right. They should take a break. With a sigh, she loosened her arms so he could lift her off his lap and set her on the bed.
    He looked straight into her eyes, his so dark the pinpricks of white gleamed like diamonds. “Are you gonna tell me what just happened? Your eyes glowed, babe. Like they were lit from the inside.”
    She drew in a sharp breath. “You’re sure that’s what you saw?”
    He nodded. “You may have blown my mind, but I know what I saw. What the hell was that?”
    Shaking her head, she sat back on the bed, drawing her knees up to her chest as he pulled up his pants then lay across the foot of the bed on his side, head propped on his hand.
    Sweet Blessed Mother Goddess, the man was beautiful. A true throwback to the men of ancient Etruria. Broad, muscled, implacable, and unswerving. He’d pushed every one of her buttons and found a few more she hadn’t realized she had.
    She’d never really fallen for the strong, silent type before. In her heyday as a beloved goddess, she’d liked young men who made her laugh and had the stamina to keep up with her, in bed and out. Artists and musicians, rakes and hellions. Men with that glint in their eyes and a devil-may-care attitude.
    Gods didn’t usually do it for her, though she’d had her share of them. They were too sure of themselves by half and much too bossy, used to getting their own way and having everyone bow down to them.
    Okay, maybe she’d been just a little guilty of that herself, but becoming obsolete certainly took some of the wind out of your sails.
    Now, though, here she sat, with a man who was both supremely confident and too damn used to having his own way and yet…
    “Why do I think you’re trying to avoid my question?” the object of her obsession asked in a droll voice. “And why are you looking at me like I’m chocolate cake and you’re PMSing?”
    See? That’s why he was so