That word still felt incredibly new. Shiny. Unfathomable. I think both of us were still discovering each other, and we were taking this slow. Like three-legged-turtle slow. Our relationship was far from perfect. There were obstacles in our path that most couples would never face, like, say, the fact we both had immortal beings gunning for us.

Then there was Seth’s oftentimes disturbing past.

There was also the possibility of his future getting cut short. I refused to allow that to happen, but wasn’t yet sure what I could do to stop it.

And I was also pretty sure that my father kind of wanted to murder him.

I really needed to stop thinking about all of that.

“You know what?” he said.

“Hmm?”

Folding his other arm around my waist, he rolled me onto my back and slid on top of me. His weight did crazy things to my senses—amazing, crazy things. “You’ve already given me enough.”

My brows rose. “I haven’t—”

“You have.” He lowered his mouth to mine, and when he kissed me there was nothing soft or slow about it.

Seth kissed like a man coming out of an extreme drought. He sipped and he savored, drawing each kiss out of me. He was a man who thoroughly enjoyed kissing, took the scenic route and was absolutely in no hurry to get to the destination.

But I really wanted that destination.

You know, him and me, naked, bodies twisting together and me tossing virginity to the wind.

Seth nipped at my lower lip, eliciting a sharp gasp from me. “Mmm,” he murmured, dragging his hand down my arm, catching the strap from my top. “You give me that sound.”

My breaths came out in short bursts as he shifted his weight onto his left arm and rose just far enough that there was the smallest space between us. Those agile fingers worked at the straps of my top until they circled my wrists.

Cold air spread tiny bumps across my bare chest. I watched, in a daze, as he lowered his head and kissed the odd scar that remained after Apollo had unbound my powers.

Seth lifted his lashes, and I saw the smug, daring grin a second before he lowered his head again. The tip of his tongue traced the straight, five-inch line from the bottom to the top. He didn’t stop there. Oh no, those tiny licks followed the two lines looping around it. He even got what reminded me of wings on either side of the strange scar.

Heat zinged through my veins as he kissed his way from the scar, discovering very, very sensitive areas. Moaning, I skimmed my hand over the shorter strands of his hair, finding the longer ones to curl my fingers around. My back arched, and he settled his hips between my legs.

“You gave me these,” he said. “And they’re the gift that keeps on giving.”