Chapter 14 #2
And then, all at once, we were finally, finally alone. I lunged to kiss him as soon as my mind registered it, rocking up onto my toes to close the distance. He responded with ferocity, his kisses rough and hungry, and all the needs I’d been neglecting burst free from their shackles.
“Oh, gods, I can finally speak,” I celebrated between his ravenous kisses.
He cradled my face firmly, his eyes dark, his breathing ragged. “And what is it that you wish to say?”
I dug my nails into his shoulders, already mad with want. “I need you,” I begged. “Don’t you dare make me wait.”
He didn’t reply. Instead, he took me by the hips and walked me backward with brisk determination. He stopped abruptly, twirled me around, and bent me over the edge of a table. Skirt up, underwear down, and—
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned. My body welcomed him, and in an instant I was transformed into a whimpering, pleading mess, consumed by the ecstasy of Thanatos filling me up.
He thrust into me with full, sensual strokes, and my cries only grew louder.
I had been starving for him, starving for this.
Nothing could have replaced the perfect, divine euphoria of his hands on me and his cock inside me.
He dug his fingers into my arching hips, already losing any form of rhythm. “Oh, gods,” he groaned. “Oh gods, oh gods, I missed you.”
I might have said something similar, but I had lost my speech, and he was left to discern my meaning from the volume of my frenetic cries.
My legs trembled beneath me, and I pressed my hands into the smooth wood of the table, searching for purchase where there was none to be found.
No matter—I was already losing all control.
The pleasure was overpowering, and I couldn’t hold it back, even if I wanted to.
The dizzying heat exploded within me, and I sobbed out his name as I came around his cock.
A swell of emotion brought tears to my eyes, and I quivered there in a puddle of bliss, barely hearing the sounds of his happy noises over the pounding of my blood in my ears.
I felt like I floated there for ages, overwhelmed by raw sensation, before I found myself swept off my feet and into his arms.
“You looked a little unsteady,” Thanatos said. He grinned down at me, but hesitated when he caught sight of my tear-streaked face. His brows knit together. “Are you alright?”
I brushed the droplets away with the back of my hand and let out a weak chuckle.
“I think you broke me a little. In a good way, I mean! Gods. I just missed you so much.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss, one which he gladly reciprocated.
But he broke it off far too soon, his pretty lips curving into a teasing smirk.
“You had better rally, then, my sexy priestess. Because that barely took the edge off.” Thanatos peered down at me hungrily, his eyes alight with such overwhelming lust that I’d be forgiven for forgetting he’d come a mere moment ago.
He practically skipped over to our bed, carrying me as if I was weightless, and wasted no time in attacking my remaining clothing as soon as he set me down.
I raised my arms to let him pull my dress off over my head. “Are you sure you’re not a sex god?”
Thanatos laughed melodically, then guided me onto my back, reclined against a pile of pillows. “Only for you,” he purred. His gaze raked over my naked body, and he paused to drink in the sight. Then he kissed down my stomach and buried his face between my thighs.
I barely had a chance to gather myself before he claimed me with a sensual lick.
And then another, and his fingers, too, working me according to his own flawless recipe, winding me higher and tighter and hotter.
“Fuck,” I moaned, and he replied with a growl of approval that had me fighting not to combust on the spot.
My legs fell open, and I tangled my fingers in his long, luscious hair.
I wanted it messy. I loved to see it messy, because it only ever was in times like these: when he was fully mine, without a care in the world.
Thanatos was always a piece of art, but seeing him blush for me while he ate me out was a perfection that could almost make me come on its own.
Or, it was almost perfection. In watching, I couldn’t help but notice the tragic inequity: while I was completely bare, he’d only pulled his pants partway down earlier in his haste to get inside me.
I tugged his hair gently. “Thanatos! Take your clothes off. I want to see you.” I waited until he looked up at me, his face wet with my desire. “Please?” I whimpered.
He held my gaze and licked a slow, lazy circle around my clit, still fucking me with his fingers.
My back arched and I let out an unplanned whine that had him grinning as he continued to tease.
“Please?” I begged again, not knowing whether I was pleading for him to strip down or for him to just make me come already.
I almost cursed myself when he pulled away and began to undo the fastenings of his shirt. Almost.
…Fuck. Dear gods, he was unfair. Casting the shirt aside revealed the chiseled muscles of his chest and stomach, which led down in delectably defined ridges toward his hips.
Then he pushed his pants the rest of the way off, along with his shoes, and returned to me gloriously naked.
My lover was resplendent: perfect face, perfect body, perfect soul.
All of him was framed by his otherworldly wings, midnight black and heavy with the intangible dead.
His aura of eerie tranquility hung in the air around us.
No one had a right to be this beautiful. I should demand statues, monuments to his exquisiteness—except then I’d have to share. Never. He was all mine.
“You’re gorgeous,” I moaned, reaching for him again. “You can come back now.”
“So demanding,” he quipped, but he couldn’t bring himself to tease me further.
Not this time. Instead he flung himself between my legs and devoured me like I was his only salvation.
He stroked me lovingly with his tongue, and he coaxed me with his fingers, and in no time at all I was coming around them, whimpering curses and damn near suffocating him with the grip of my thighs.
Thanatos didn’t stop. “More,” he panted. Relentless, as always, and I was in no position to refuse. I held on for dear life as my ravishing god took his time in shattering me to pieces again and again.
He rocked his hips as he continued to lick me, rubbing himself against the sheets, chasing the same satisfaction he gave to me.
Oh, that wouldn’t do. There was nothing I wanted more than to make him come again, too.
I curled my fingers in his hair and tugged until he looked up at me.
“Do you want seconds, Thanatos?” I asked sweetly.
“I’ll be very upset if you don’t let me have every bit. ”
He licked his lips, raising a brow in playful snark. “Is that so? Well then, I am yours to command.”
“Get over here,” I said with a giggle. I pulled him toward me and guided him so that we traded places. He reclined against the pillows, and I straddled him, splaying my hands across his chest as I notched his cock at my entrance.
My lips curved into an unrepentant smile as I took him inside me ever so slowly, swirling my hips with the shallowest strokes.
He dug his nails into my skin, fighting to let me have this control, to not pull me all the way down the way he so clearly desired.
He bit his lip and arched his neck, the sweet agony of my teasing written on his face.
I was too eager to please to make him wait long.
I sank down onto him all at once and was rewarded with a fierce thrust of his hips and a moan that made me downright giddy.
His bliss was like a drug to me, and I couldn’t help but go straight to the pace I knew he loved the most. Anything to drive him crazier, to hear more of those delicious sounds.
He could never last when I rode him like this, and we both knew tonight was no exception. He melted beneath me, and the power went right to my head. “Thanatos,” I crooned, “my god of lust and pleasure. Perfect, sexy Death. Come for me now. Come for your favorite mortal.”
“Fuck!” he groaned, and he couldn’t help but obey. He squeezed my hips tightly, his wings shivering as he filled me up again. I tossed my head back and let out a happy squeal, feeling like the queen of the entire world.
When his sighs quieted, I leaned forward and kissed his neck, savoring the sight of his glowing face and messy hair.
Only now did a wave of exhaustion sweep over me, as the impact of what we’d just done to each other finally hit my muscles.
A shiver worked its way up my spine. A hint of chill had come with the crisp autumn air.
“Are you cold, beautiful?” Thanatos asked, his thumbs still hooked around my hip bones.
“I hadn’t noticed until now,” I said truthfully.
“Let me warm you up, then.” He propped himself up to feel for the bedsheets, but when he rotated, I refused to release him. I hooked my leg around his waist to hold him within me, causing us to tumble ungracefully onto our sides. I lost myself to a fit of giggles.
“Oh, yes, very helpful,” he sassed. He reached for the covers again, and managed to pull them over us despite the obstruction of my body clamped around him.
I quieted in the newfound warmth, but continued to beam at him as delightful tingles danced across my skin.
This bit I enjoyed almost as much as the sex itself: to lie with him, intertwined, giddy with the aftershocks of our lovemaking.
Thanatos pressed a kiss to my lips. “You’re still blushing,” he murmured.
“Am I?” I asked rhetorically. I was, and having it pointed out probably only deepened the crimson.
He brushed his fingers over my chest. “Even here.”
“Of course I am. I missed you.” I caught his hand and kissed his fingers, one by one. “Let’s never be apart again,” I said once I’d pecked them all.