Chapter 8 #2
For a moment he lay mesmerized on the bed, eyes closed, squeezing me against him. After a few more shaky breaths, he flopped his head to the side and smiled when he met my eyes.
“You look rather pleased with yourself, I see.” His cheeks glowed with a soft pink flush.
I giggled and laid my head on his shoulder. “Yes, I think I am. Gods, that was lovely.” I kissed every bit of him within reach, unable to contain my glee. “You’re so gorgeous,” I sighed.
Thanatos held me with gentle adoration, his fingers drifting over my heated skin.
Then he sat up and pulled me into his lap, warm against my back.
He cuddled me, stroking me softly, still breathless in the wake of his orgasm.
“Mmm,” he hummed. He kissed the top of my head.
Then, to my surprise, he snickered into my hair.
“Did you think I was done with you?” he murmured.
“Uh…I…ahhh…” He’d slipped his hand between my legs and was playing with me, teasing me with the tips of his fingers.
Aching heat flared instantly beneath his touch, and with it the deep tension that only he could relieve.
A low moan escaped my throat as I lay back against his chest, my eyelids fluttering shut.
Only now did I realize how desperately I needed him.
Goosebumps spread across my shoulders and down my arms, and my hips arched under the touch of his dexterous fingers.
He rubbed my clit in soft circles, then stroked down my wetness to tease my sensitive opening.
I let out a soft cry. He dipped a couple fingers in—oh!
—and stroked back up again, his fingers slick with our desire.
This he continued, exploring, massaging, and I melted in his arms.
His lips brushed against my ear as he fondled me. “Be mine,” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. “Be mine and let me love you.”
“Oh,” I moaned faintly. “Oh…kay…”
He was perfect. Dear gods, he was perfect, and he was mine.
I became vaguely aware of some incoherent nonsense falling out of my mouth as the feel of him overwhelmed me.
The scent of spices and sweat, his tenderness and strength, his fingers settling into a wonderful, torturous rhythm.
Oh, fuck. My legs trembled, the pressure unendurable.
Thanatos nuzzled against me. “Let go,” he whispered. I whined loudly.
He nibbled the crest of my ear, and that one little bite began the cascade of my undoing.
The soft stroke of his thumb on my clit was too much to bear, and a surge of bliss forced me to clench around the fingers he’d slipped inside me.
With one more gentle stroke, he had me throbbing around them, whimpering and shuddering as my breath was stolen by incomparable pleasure.
Raw sensation pulsed outward from my core, forging tingling pathways up to my delicate breasts and down to my curling toes.
“Almighty fucking Zeus,” I swore weakly. Never in any of my solitary explorations had I felt anything that came close to this.
Thanatos tightened his arms around me, clutching my quivering body possessively. “Don’t you dare,” he murmured. “Only my name will pass your lips in pleasure. Mine.” He nibbled my ear again.
“Thanatos,” I whispered, breathless. “I’m yours.”
I was.
“That’s better.” He hummed as he cradled me, content to stroke me gently as my breathing slowed. But he was not content for long.
“This is not enough, though, I think,” he decided. “Do you want more?”
“More?” I asked. More? What more could there possibly be?
I felt his smirk without even looking. “Mmm, did you think I was done with you?” he asked quietly, his breath tickling my skin. He kissed gently down my neck once again. “Do you want more, Cyrie?”
Oh, almighty…perfect, incomparable Thanatos.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Then lie down for me.” He gave me a soft squeeze and released me from his embrace.
When I did as I was told, he flickered to the side of the bed and pulled me to him so that my legs dangled over the edge. He knelt there and lifted my thighs over his shoulders, my calves resting between his wings. I propped myself up on my elbows. What was happening?
I must have had a nervous face, because he gave me a comforting smile. “Just lie down, and close your eyes,” he instructed. His feathers tickled my ankles.
Anxiety fluttered in my stomach as I obeyed, and I scrunched the sheets up in my hands. We’d already managed the most amazing sex, so surely this was tempting fate. How was I going to mess it up? Nothing was ever this nice.
But I forgot all of that when I felt his mouth on me.
He swirled his tongue in an exploratory lick, and I probably forgot my own name, too.
Lost in his affections, I could do nothing but lie sighing in a rapturous haze.
I was already so sensitive from all of his loving, and now he coaxed from me even more pleasures that I had never known before. He devoured me masterfully.
“I thought you’d not done this before!” I groaned.
He paused to plant a kiss on the soft skin of my inner thigh. “Mmm. That does not mean I do not know things. I have seen many minds…and I have been around a little longer than you, you know.”
I tried to come up with something clever to say in return, but he was doing the swirly thing again and my concentration crumbled.
When instead I lifted my head to watch, I almost melted then and there.
To see Death incarnate kneeling before me, his face buried between my thighs, fervently lapping at me, delving his tongue into me…
My mind must have broken at that point, seeing him that way.
I fell back on the bed, feeling faint, but somehow still crying even louder.
He slipped two fingers inside me and I squeezed hard around them, driven mad by the pressure against my sopping walls.
He picked up his pace to match the rhythm of my quickening moans.
Warmth pooled low in my abdomen, flaring out to my limbs in an overpowering ache.
And oh, oh, just there, just there, yes, yes, YES, I… I…
And suddenly he took his hand away and kissed my thigh instead, nipping and sucking affectionately along my tender flesh.
I whimpered in protest. Sure, thigh kisses are great, Thanatos, but not right fucking now!
But when I looked down I saw that a mischievous grin had spread across his face.
I whined in realization. “Oh, you fucker!”
He snickered and continued to tease me with his smile and his sultry thigh kisses, clearly enjoying himself.
His lips crushed hard against my delicate skin, marking me as his where only we would see.
He waited so long to let me have his tongue again, and even then he offered only the slightest touch, just enough to hold me quivering at the edge.
He’d decided that my other thigh needed some attention too.
I cried out in protest when he left me again. Why did his love bites have to be even on both sides? I pinched my nipples, desperate for some sensation, but he wouldn’t relent. Every kiss added to the enormous pressure of the dam inside me, just dying to break.
When satisfied with the equality of my thigh bruises, Thanatos nibbled my hip bone and looked up at me seductively. Holding my gaze, he licked sensually down the line where my leg met my body.
I twisted my nipples and bucked into the empty air. “Thanatos!” I begged.
“Yes?” he replied innocently.
“Mmmh! Please…”
He grinned and watched with lusty fascination as I squirmed, clamping my legs around him, my every whine a prayer to my chosen god.
“I fucking love you,” he declared at last.
Finally he gave me what I wanted, and the world flashed white as I came for him again.
This time there was no hope of staying quiet: I wailed loudly, back arching, toes curling, as unbelievable release tore through my body.
Thanatos redefined my euphoria, and I floated over the bed in a daze, half convinced he’d carried me to the afterlife.
When I regained some sense of the world, he was stroking me, still. I slowly pulled myself back to earth, guided by the feel of his warm hands on my shaking legs. Only when my heartbeat slowed considerably did I even attempt to speak.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned at last. I propped myself up and was met with the glorious sight of Thanatos peering up at me, licking his lips. He looked absolutely delighted.
I grinned down at him, my hair a mess, my body slick with sweat. “You’re such a tease!” I giggled in complaint.
He smiled irresistibly. “I am sorry.”
“No, you’re not.”
“You are right, I am not. You look so sexy when you beg. I want to do that to you every day.” He nuzzled happily against my thigh.
Every day? Fine by me.
“Yes, please.” I held out my arms for him to join me. “Now come here.”
He did as I asked and climbed back into bed, tangling his legs up with mine. I took his hand and kissed his fingers, one by one. If only I could stay here forever.
“Thanatos?” I breathed. Like speaking something sacred.
“Hmm?”
“I love you too.”