19. Inferno
Emmy moans into my mouth as she leans forward. When I began to kiss her, I had nothing more than simple comfort on my mind. She was scared, and I wanted to chase that fear away. But now…
I grip her biceps and ease her away from me. I don’t want to stop, but I need to know she wants this as much as I do.
“What are you doing?” she asks, her eyes closed.
“Look at me,” I order, and she slowly shows me her baby blues. “Tell me to stop, Emmy. Tell me to stop, and I’ll walk away.”
“And if I don’t tell you to stop?”
My dick jumps at her words. “There’s no going back,” I reply honestly. “I’ve already broken so many rules with you, and I’ll break more if that’s what you really want. But once I do, there’s. No. Going. Back.”
Emmy tilts her head for a split second and then shocks me when she jumps up and wraps her legs around my hips.
“Are you sure?” I ask one last time.
She nods, and that’s all the answer I need.
I crush her mouth with mine, devouring her. Her taste, her scent, her soul… it all melds with mine to create the perfect combination.
Soulmates.
I’ve fought my afterlife from the moment I died. But this right here proves that I was an idiot. Fate is fate. If something is meant to happen, it will, one way or another.
I carry Emmy upstairs to her room, moving from memory and not taking my lips or hands off of her. When I reach her bedroom, I stride through the doorway and sit on the edge of the mattress so she’s straddling me.
“You taste so good,” she murmurs against my lips and slides her hands under my shirt. “I bet the rest of you tastes even better.”
Dear Odin, she’s a vixen.
Before I know what’s happening, Emmy shifts off my lap.
“Take your pants off,” she demands, her lips swollen from my kiss.
I arch a brow. “You’re a bossy one, aren’t ya?”
She growls, actually growls. “Take ‘em off.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I don’t recall a time I was ever dominated in the bedroom, and I’ve gotta say, I don’t hate it. I won’t let it last because, well, I’m a man, but it’s not the worst thing in the world.
Emmy watches me, her nostrils flaring with each article of clothing I remove. Taking her instructions a few steps further, I don’t stop until I’m naked.
“Is this what you wanted?” I ask as I sit back down.
She nods from her position on her knees and darts her tongue out to wet her bottom lip. My cock seeks her out, the swollen head practically dancing toward her mouth.
My eyes remain focused on her as she leans forward and wraps her pretty lips around my length. I want to watch her take me, but my eyes close of their own accord, and my head lolls back.
“Holy fuck,” I mutter. “You’re taking my cock like a champ.”
She hums, and the vibrations send a shiver up my spine. Emmy swirls her tongue, the tip of it teasing my bloodless veins. It’s not lost on me that, as a dead man, I shouldn’t be able to feel any of this due to the lack of blood, but Odin did something right and didn’t take away our ability to fuck and enjoy it.
When she cups my balls in her palm and hollows out her cheeks as she sucks me to the back of her throat, I almost come on the spot. But I manage to hold back and grab a fistful of her hair to pull her off of me.
“I need to be inside of you,” I growl as I haul her to her feet roughly.
She grins cheekily before moving to my side and laying down on the mattress. “Do your worst,” she teases.
There’s only one slight problem… Emmy is still fully clothed. Oh, but what fun I’m going to have unwrapping her like a Christmas gift.
Leaning over her, I grab the collar of her top and rip it down the middle. Her hips undulate toward me, but I dodge any contact, wanting to make this last as long as possible.
“Are you cold, love?” I ask when her nipples are bare and pebbled.
She vehemently shakes her head, causing me to chuckle.
“Just horny, then?”
“Uh-huh.”
I drag a finger over her tits, tweak her nipples, and then move down her stomach to the top of her jeans. Very slowly, and with predatory intent, I pop the button and unzip the pants. I lower them over her hips, grabbing her panties as I do.
Goosebumps break out over her flesh, and I revel in the sight. I’m doing this to her. Me.
As soon as she’s as naked as I am, I push her knees apart and bend down to swipe my tongue over her clit. She bucks wildly, and I pull back, breaking contact.
“You’re killing me,” she moans.
“But what a way to go,” I murmur against her core. “Are you ready for me to fuck you, love? Or should I stay down here for a while?”
“Fuck me,” she pushes out. “Then go back down there.”
I chuckle but do as she says. Who am I to argue with a sexy woman?
Climbing on top of her, I settle between her thighs, and grip my cock to line up with her entrance. My entire body shakes as I slowly enter her. Everything in me wants to impale her, fast and hard, but I refuse to act like a caveman.
At least for the moment.
Once I’m fully seated, I start to move. In and out, in and out. My strokes are powerful, purposeful. Emmy digs her nails into my back even as she pushes her heels into my ass cheeks.
“Faster, Inferno,” she begs. “Faster and harder.”
So much for not being a caveman.
I can’t refuse her, and I kick up my pace. My cock glides in, and my balls slap her ass. Over and over again, I thrust and bury myself in her wet heat.
“You gonna come for me, Emmy?” I whisper in her ear just before licking around the shell.
“Mmm,” she moans and reaches between our bodies.
She rubs her clit as I continue to fuck her, and all I can think is that she is definitely made for me.
“Come on, love. Come. For. Me,” I grunt.
Emmy falls apart beneath me. Her hand stops its ministrations, and her walls clamp around my cock. She throws her head back and shouts her release which sends me flying over the precarious edge I’ve been trying to balance on.
I spill into her, and she takes everything I have to give. Only when I still does she do the same.
“Uh, Inferno?”
I push up onto my hands and look down at her. “Yeah,” I say with a lazy grin.
“What’s happening with your arms?”
I follow her gaze and see that my skin has split open like cracks at the base of a volcano, and fire moves beneath the surface like lava. I quickly roll to the side. “That happens sometimes.”
“What exactly is happening?”
I stare at her a moment, trying to decipher if it’s fear or fascination in her tone. She’s not freaking out or trying to pull away from me, so I settle on fascination.
“Because I died in a fire, I now have the power to make it.” I nod at my arms. “This is just the way my body expresses my emotions.”
Slowly, ever so slowly, her lips tip into a grin. “Damn,” she breathes.,
“What?”
“I must be much better at that than I thought.”