Chapter 24 Sephtis #2
“You’re so beautiful.” The praise came out before I could stop myself, and heat blossomed across his chest and cheeks in little spikes of color that nearly made me dizzy.
He still seemed so unsure, so… almost afraid to admit that he wanted this.
“I’ll give you whatever you need, Cole. Just tell me what you want. ”
I would gladly have flayed myself open for him so he could see the way a phantom image of his heart was nestled in my ribs, but…
“I need to know that I can still be…” He trailed off, but I could see the word in his eyes, burning across his skin in scarlet waves of blush and agonized desire that made me want him all the more.
“You’re good, Cole.” I leaned down as I said it, pressing the praise to his fevered throat with gentle kisses that I could only hope trailed more than skin deep.
Soul deep.
“Sephtis.” It came out in a hitched moan, trembling syllables that painted the air with his self-doubt and desperation. His fingers played counterpoint, skating up my shoulders and threading through my hair. He didn’t have to say it for me to know he needed more.
“You’re good. You’ve always been good.”
As I lifted my gaze, my eyes caught on the wet trail of a tear slipping down his cheek. “Show me.”
Show me.
I didn’t know how to show him. I didn’t know what I was doing at all, but even as he made the demand, his fingers found my hair again and he pulled me forward.
This time, it was Cole who opened up to me, parting his lips and inviting me in with a gentle flick of his tongue.
For all my inexperience, he seemed willing to guide me with a simple touch, with his arms wrapping around me and shifting our bodies so I was slotted perfectly on top of him.
He settled, shivering at the feel of my weight, his fingers clenching until nails bit into the back of my shirt and tugged.
“Off,” he demanded, pulling at my sweater again. I shifted back long enough to yank it over my head, and when I dropped back down and felt the warmth of his bare chest pressing against mine, the groan that tore from me was obscene.
It was just a touch—a gentle brush of skin on skin.
I didn’t think Cole realized I could have lived the rest of eternity enraptured by the feel of just that and found contentment.
He was pulling me forward, though, pressing his mouth to mine again, and using his fingers in my hair like a guideline to move my head lower.
I remembered the lake, the way he’d pressed open-mouthed kisses against my throat, my collarbone… how good the soft pressure of his teeth and the warm heat of his tongue had felt on my skin.
I could do that.
I wanted to give that to him. I’d been so caught up in the sensation of him then that I’d been powerless to do anything but let him move.
But now…
Now we were safe—we were here. It felt like we had all the time in the world.
My tongue ran a slow line up the column of his neck, and the groan of appreciation that nearly purred from Cole’s chest told me I was on the right track.
His fingers in my hair clenched tighter, and he shifted my head again.
I felt like a tool, a toy, something made just to bring him pleasure…
and I was drunk on the feel of it as he brought my head higher so I could carefully suck against his jaw, biting down when he pressed harder.
This was all I wanted to be—his to use. A creature made to exist within the realm of his pleasure and demand.
My tongue darted out as he pushed me lower, and I sucked the hard pebble of his nipple between my lips, gently biting with my teeth until his upper body arched off the bed and I felt how hard he was.
A trail of kisses led me to the other side of his chest and I repeated the attention until Cole let out a desperate sound and tugged my hair again.
Lower.
He wanted me to go lower.
He had to let me go as I dipped to the waistband of his jeans in a soft line of kisses, because I shifted up to trail the pad of my thumb across the fabric.
I glanced up at him through a cloud of dark hair, and the way he stared down at me through heavy-lidded eyes with little red marks sucked all along his skin in evidence of what I’d been doing was…
It was sinful.
If there really was a hell, I’d bought a one-way ticket for corrupting an angel.
I hesitated for another second, and Cole’s fingers found the button of his jeans and shoved them down. I helped him pull the rest of his clothes off, tossing them on top of his shirt, and then froze.
He was naked beneath me, and I was caught up again in how gorgeous he was—how perfect. Every line, every scar, every freckle that painted his skin. I must have stared for too long, because he raised one leg and knocked into me with his knee.
“You too. I’m not doing this alone.” I leaned back long enough to strip out of the rest of my clothes, and when I came back to the bed, Cole caught me before I crawled past his hips. “What do you want to do right now, Sephtis?”
He asked, but it wasn’t really a fair question. He’d stopped me nestled between his thighs, with his thick cock spilling up and leaking precum against his lean waist.
Maybe I didn’t know what I was doing, but maybe that was okay. Worship didn’t have to be perfect—it just had to be given willingly.
And, oh… I was willing to bow down at the altar of his body and give him my very soul.
I dropped a soft kiss to the jut of his hip and then tentatively lolled my tongue out, running it along his balls.
He still smelled sweet, fresh like the soap we’d used in the shower…
but beneath that, I could taste his warm, clean skin.
As I dragged my tongue upward, the flavor of salt flooded my mouth.
It was sloppy when I took him by his shaft and sucked his tip between my lips…
eager when I let my tongue explore the shape of him while I got used to the feeling.
His fingers clenched in the blanket beside me, giving me free rein to figure out exactly what pace I could take, how much of him I could swallow around. I gagged, and it made his hips rock up. I didn’t mind the feeling—my throat clenching, my eyes springing wet with tears.
I didn’t mind anything when another low groan tore from his lips, and I swallowed reflexively around him.
My tongue was desperate to memorize the feeling of the vein that ran along the underside of his cock, my hands tracing the length of his thighs to urge him up, to move, to flex into me.
It didn’t matter whether I could take it—for him, I would take it.
Gods, for him I’d do anything.
I set a rhythm based on the cant of his hips, the squeeze of his fingers on the sheets.
I dipped my head and took him as far back into my throat as I could to the rhythm of his heartbeat echoing in my head.
When it started to speed and I’d slicked my neck and his pelvis with saliva, he jerked his hands up and tangled them in my hair again.
There was one moment where he used the leverage to pull me down.
I went eagerly, swallowing and choking around him…
and then groaned, the sound hoarse, when he pulled me up.
Cole’s nails scratched sweetly against my scalp when my head instantly dropped, my lips finding his thighs, the sweet shelf of his hip.
His body was truly a place of worship, a house filled with all the holy thoughts of heaven and hell he’d ever had.
It lived in that sweet little hollow that trailed down and led me to the juncture of his thigh.
“Sephtis,” he moaned. I was so caught up in letting my tongue run lazy circles over his balls that I didn’t lift my head right away. Not until he yanked on my hair again.
“Mmmm?” It was the best I could do for a response.
“Kiss me.” The demand was hot and breathy.
I glanced up the length of his body to see his lower lip was shining slick with saliva where he’d had it between his teeth…
a slightly swollen affirmation that I’d been doing this right.
When I moved to crawl up his chest, Cole tangled his fingers in my hair and held me in place.
“No, kiss me, Sephtis. Right where you are.”
I still didn’t realize what he meant until he spread his legs further, drawing one knee up in the most obscene display of desire I’d ever seen.
Oh.
Just the thought of what he was asking made my cock jerk, my balls draw up tight. I didn’t know how to tell him I wasn’t sure I’d be able to survive any of this… that I was fairly certain I’d learned, after all, exactly how to unmake a Reaper.
He was taking me apart one little piece at a time. I was going to erupt into flames, turn to pure ash.
I wondered if that would be enough to show him that he was everything I’d ever wanted—the only thing I could ever love. Every piece of me that had been missing since my creation.
He was perfect.
“Cole…” I licked my lips, my eyes drifting along the path he’d laid out for me.
Even here, the soft curve of his ass, the pucker of his hole…
I’d never seen anything as gorgeous. I shifted on the bed, sliding down and pulling his other leg over my shoulder so I could lift him.
His fingers caught in my hair, stroking the strands in praise as I ran my nails along the curve of his cheek to expose him further.
“Kiss me,” he said again, and I was helpless to do anything but give in to his demands.
I was as eager here as I was with his mouth, my tongue darting out to circle his hole and stroke against it. He tasted clean here too, but warm beneath it. Cole’s fingers in my hair spasmed again, and his hips rocked up. He ground his ass against my face, demanding more.
More.
Everything.