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He choked on fire as her head fell back with a shocked gasp. She brought her gaze back when he began to thrust, slow and careful.

She rose to meet him, her breaths hot, hungry, eyes locked on the wet shine of his cock. “Oh yes…” Their gazes locked, burning up. “Fuck me so good,” she barely whispered, brows drawn as she flicked into his thrusts.

He groaned,his strokes following her moans, faster, louder. He placed a foot on the floor, getting a direct angle while opening her wider. He groaned as he fucked her with precise, thorough strokes.

“Harder,” she pled. “Please.”

He took hold of her hips and lined her body up, his hunger back to no mercy and ruthless. He pulled her onto his cock with a hard jerk, her tits jolting with her broken cry.

Her arms braced on the floor as he began fucking her again. His human lust built a filthy rhythm and momentum, watching her body take every blow.

She moved a hand to her pussy and rubbed her favorite spot, unleashing another layer of lust—thick and lethal. His eyes locked on her fingers, the sight bringing harsh groans. “Fuck yes,” he rasped, hips moving faster.

Her fingers raced as her cries peaked and body trembled. She arched her back and released a cry that set fire to the room. “Fuckingbreakfor me,” he swore, hips now a war hammer on her pussy as she shook and bowed.

The tightness, the sound of her, the sight of her coming apart brought him crashing down on her. She wrapped his body with her legs and kissed him. His rhythm faltered and his body seized as he poured into her, her name the only thing he remembered. It fell right into her mouth without stop—a vow, a curse, a prayer, a seal.

He finally collapsed next to her, pulling her into his arms, into his body. They held on to each other, breath mingling, skin slick.

He was wrecked. And yet, his bones felt like magical dust, his muscles rivers of pure energy, blood flowing with a strange light.

He kissed along the side of her face. His beautiful color-storm had done it. She created a man out of a god.

Chapter Fourteen

Kohl woke to the hush of brush strokes tapping against the wall—measured, steady, like her breath was guiding every stroke. He stayed still at first, adjusting to the silence her absence left behind.

He started to rise.

Let her be,Kaos said.

Kohl froze then settled back on his elbow.

She’s not just painting,Kaos said.

Kohl stayed still, gaze fixed on the wall where her brush moved. She faced the mural of Kaos—the one she threw paint over to make room for her choice. She painted with long, deliberate strokes, blackening the edges of the god’s face.

Kohl’s mouth twitched.She’s covering you.

No,Kaos snarled.She’s sealing me in.

Kohl narrowed his eyes on her work. Her lines formed a border with mathematical precision and reverence.You sure about that?

I am.

Kohl reached for Kaos’s sight, and his field of vision flickered. A glow filled Jaxi’s arm, pulsating where her hand met the brush.

She’s channeling us,Kaos said.And she’s not just creating. She’s summoning.

Kohl’s fist clenched.And you’re aroused.

Kaos marked the edge of their mouth with a smirk then jerked lust through their cock. Weare aroused, Kaos clarified.

Jaxi shifted her weight, reaching high. Her back arched, her legs parted slightly for balance. Kohl’s breath hitched with the sudden burn in his stomach at her ass. There was something rebellious about it.

You’ve learned new things,Kaos mused, sounding curious.

Kohl considered what his tone implied and realized. Hehadlearned things. Things the god in himdidn’tknow. Things only ahumanwould know.I have learnedmanynew…human things,Kohl admitted.