Chapter 8
I waited there in a nervous daze for Thanatos to return for me, suddenly feeling awfully shy. This was really happening? Oh, man. I hoped I was pretty enough. I hoped I would feel good for him. Fuck, I hoped I could figure out how to even do it. This was a whole lot of hope to rely on…
But when he flickered back into the room, he pulled me gently into his arms and calmed me with soft kisses. I let out a deep breath when I felt the comfort of his body, his devotion expressed in reverent touch. It was Thanatos. I loved him. Surely we would figure this out. Wait, what?
“Want to go with me?” he asked quietly. I brushed my finger over his lips, and passion drove my fears away.
“Yes,” I breathed.
He swept me off my feet, which was lucky because I’d started to go weak in the knees.
I cuddled against his chest and stroked his hair while he rearranged reality around us.
Our surroundings twisted and curled, then reformed into a darker room lit by a couple of candles.
And Thanatos carried me tenderly to bed.
He set me down on soft sheets, stepped out of his shoes, and joined me eagerly, scooping me back into his arms. I didn’t know whose bed it was, and I didn’t care.
It could have been the floor for all I cared, because at last I could lie with him and hold him closer than ever before.
Together like this, my nerves were far overpowered by my need.
I wanted him so badly, and finally we could tangle our bodies together to close the terrible distance.
We hungrily clutched each other, entwining our tongues in heated kisses.
He lifted my knee over his hip and I moaned softly when I felt his hard, thick cock press against my answering heat.
I whimpered and rubbed myself against him, and his breath hitched too at the delicious friction, the unholy bliss of his erection sliding over my delicate folds.
He moaned against my lips and it was the sexiest sound I’d ever heard.
With escalating fervor he shoved the fabric of my tunic away, and goosebumps chased his sensual touch across my skin from the back of my knee to the top of my hip to the curve of my ass.
His wandering fingers brushed lightly over the sopping fabric of my underwear, and with a soft gasp he discovered the soaking extent of my arousal.
“Fuck, Cyrie,” he groaned.
I whimpered in response and held him tighter, struck dumb by the sensation of his tongue in my mouth and his hands on my skin, his cock rubbing against my desperately sensitive clit. Oh gods, this was nowhere near close enough.
Clearly he agreed, as he was currently engaged in an awkward fight with my clothes, all while refusing to loosen his embrace.
Between our breathless kisses he was wearing an expression I’d never seen before, transformed by lust and pleasure.
Little sighs spilled from his mouth with every rock of our hips.
He made me feel so wanted. Sexy, even. Yes, these clothes must come off right now.
We reluctantly made enough space for me to undo my waist-tie and pull my tunic the rest of the way off.
I slipped out of my underwear and hungrily began to strip away his clothes, too, and he helped me undo the fastenings and toss the fabric away in an undignified heap on the floor.
His hands were back on me the moment we were freed, now wandering all over my bare skin, stoking my desire with every caress.
“You are so beautiful,” he murmured. He clutched me roughly against his body again and settled his lips at my neck, covering my skin with delicate kisses.
A ridiculous smile spread across my face.
Why had I been worried about this? He was so caring, so gorgeous and sweet.
Lying naked with him was the most wonderful feeling: safe and warm and wanted. I wanted to touch him everywhere.
I ran my hands fondly over the muscles of his arms and shoulders, across his collarbones and down his strong chest. My fingers traced sloping lines of definition down his stomach, and his wings gave an involuntary jerk when I neared his waist. I took that as a good sign and stroked timidly along the length of his hot, swollen cock, up and down, my fingers swirling around the tip.
His wings fluttered again and he let out another soft moan.
Oh gods, that sexy sound. I’d do anything to keep him making those sounds.
“Touch me,” I whispered.
He chuckled as his hand went to my breast. “Oh, do you command the gods now?” he teased.
But it sort of seemed like I did, with the way I made him sigh.
The way he quivered as he held me, moaning and flicking his wings when I stroked his gorgeous cock.
Yes, it seemed I did have the power here…
and that was so hot. The ache that had gathered between my legs ignited into an unbearable inferno.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I was going to combust on the spot if I couldn’t have him now.
My nerves prickled momentarily about how we were going to make things fit, but then I remembered that was supposed to be the fun part.
I brushed his hair out of his face and waited until I could look right into his eyes.
“Thanatos,” I pleaded.
My god of death drew a shaky breath, gasping in the heat of our utter abandon. “The way you say my name,” he moaned. “It is going to ruin me.”
I squeezed my thighs together in an attempt to ease the desperation between them. “Thanatos, please,” I begged. “I need you.”
He claimed my lips in a possessive kiss, his tongue delving to stroke my own. “I need you, too,” he breathed between tender bites. “My mortal. My woman. I will give you all of me.”
Thanatos rocked me onto my back and nudged my thighs gently apart. I closed my eyes as the nervous flutters stirred in my stomach again.
First I felt the warmth of his lips on my neck, his soft hair tickling me as it slid over my chest. Then the tease of his cock at my entrance, the pressure of it like heaven for my starving flesh.
His lips again, and the shudder of his breath on my skin; and finally something I’d never felt before.
There was a little twinge of pain, and then a sort of pleasing pressure that filled me up as he sank into me. Oh. Oh.
I whimpered and wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer until he was buried in me completely.
I wanted to feel everything. I kissed him in encouragement, and raked my nails through his hair, admiring the rapturous expression that had never left his face.
He thrust into me again, slowly, his breath coming in sharp gasps.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned. “Oh…fuck…”
I agreed. It took a moment to get used to this feeling, but as our slow rhythm picked up, I found that every stroke massaged some tender place inside me, sending ripples of pleasure and desire through my core.
Every snap of his hips pulled another happy gasp from my mouth.
I loved the heat of his body against mine.
I loved this closeness, the intimacy of our vulnerability.
How had this wonderful thing happened to me? Oh gods, this cock. It felt so good.
But on the other hand, it hardly mattered to me what I was feeling in that moment, because Thanatos was losing his mind.
I could see it on his face and feel it in the escalating fervor of his kisses.
Muttered curses spilled from his mouth in time with the still-exploring tempo of our lovemaking, and with almost every breath came another delicious moan.
He tried to say something once, but only managed a few half-formed words before he gave up and returned to worshiping me with his lips.
We rocked together in passionate bliss, drowning in boundless pleasure.
His hair fell disheveled over his strong shoulders, for once looking gorgeously imperfect.
A sheen of sweat slicked the contours of his ravishing body.
I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him, knowing only I got to see him this way.
This thought alone pulled heated sighs from my throat.
I swept his hair to one side, out of his face, and scratched lightly down his back and between his elegant ebony wings.
“F-fuck,” he groaned, and pulled out of me, gasping for air.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Sorry,” he panted, blushing madly, shaking in my arms. “I just—this feels too good. I can’t— I can’t—” He rested his forehead on my chest and made a sort of strangled noise.
What? How dare he hold his pleasure back for me?
No, I wanted to watch him come undone. I lifted his chin tenderly, and rolled us over, waiting for him to rearrange his wings.
Smiling at his confusion, I gave him one gentle kiss.
Then I savored the vision of his beautiful face as I straddled him and sank down onto his cock.
“Oh, fuck,” he gasped, clutching at my waist to pull me down harder.
I smirked and swirled my hips, up and down, up and down, and he answered helplessly in kind, streams of incoherent curses spilling out of his pretty mouth.
With every stroke his needy cock throbbed inside me, and his desperate moans grew louder as he unraveled under the ferocity of my love.
His trembling wings splayed out across the bed.
His voice devolved into a series of high-pitched cries.
I could think of nothing more beautiful than this, my ravishing deity sprawled beneath me, his hips bucking wildly, his face contorted in a vision of ecstasy.
“Oh gods, oh gods, oh fuck—” He dug his nails into my hips and his whole body shuddered.
I kept riding him as he pulsed deep inside me, and sighed with delight when I felt my reward dripping down my thighs. “Thanatos, my Thanatos…” I moaned.
A happy grin spread across my face as I slowed along with his ragged breathing, then slid off of him to snuggle up contentedly at his side. A dreamy sigh escaped his lips. “Ah…”