Chapter 7 Daxton #2
Scenarios like this flow through me by the dozens, when she gives of herself selflessly, no matter who it is—family, friend, or stranger. Leah is truly a mortal more than worthy of Elysium.
Deciding where souls go is not my arena—that falls to my sister Nemesis in the Court of Retribution. Nemesis is…not the goddess she used to be, but I am sure she can see reason…hopefully. I will mark her soul as favored as she passes through me.
For her, I will do what she asks too—I will be whatever she needs in this moment.
“Okay, forget it.” She turns away, wrenching her hand from mine. It’s only then that I realize that I’ve probably been staring at her like an idiot for a while. “That was stupid. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.”
“Leah…” I say, trying to calm the flutters of her regret as she scurries around the room packing away clothes and bouncing between hanging things and straightening her desk.
“No, that was really stupid of me to ask…” She quickly walks back to her closet. “You’re not some call boy. I mean, look at you…you’re like…you, and here I am asking if you’ll—”
“LEAH!” I grip her shoulder, stopping the rambling little mortal in her tracks. “I’m honored that you want me to be your first.”
She opens her mouth to protest, but I crush her lips with mine, silencing her thoughts. And she moans, sagging against me.
She raises her arms when I begin to tug her shirt over her head, kissing me as if I were her lifeline, her tongue tasting of mint and desperation, her body trembling with need that courses through her like electricity.
My leather jacket slips away, crumpling into a dark puddle at our feet.
We move in graceful symmetry—her fingers working at my belt buckle while I help her shimmy out of her jeans.
She kicks off her worn boots as the denim slides down, revealing the soft slopes of her thighs beneath.
I trace freckles across her collarbone with my lips, and they remind me of Mackenzie. I feel her pulse flutter beneath my touch as I reach around to unhook her lace-trimmed bra, letting it fall to the floor. She wraps her arm around her naked breasts shyly, the blush spreading down her neck.
“Let me see you,” I say, voice husky as I pull my shirt over my head in one fluid motion, revealing the ancient markings etched across my chest. She lets her arms fall, revealing perfect rose-tipped breasts.
Her fingers hook into either side of pale blue boy shorts, sliding them down her thighs before stepping out of them, standing naked and vulnerable before me.
“What if I do it wrong?” She looks up at me, her eyes vast pools of blue, the red in her cheeks deepening to crimson.
I laugh, lifting her around my waist, her skin burning against mine. “Trust me, you’re doing just fine.”
Carrying her to the bed, I feather kisses up her body, tasting salt and sweetness as I shed my jeans, settling between her thighs.
She trembles, legs wrapping around me like vines. “Are you ready?” I whisper against the shell of her ear, and she nods, her hair splayed across the pillow like dark water.
I position myself at her entrance, easing in slowly, allowing her time to get used to the feeling, inch by inch, but even then, a resistance is there that makes our breaths hitch.
Leah quivers, moaning as her body fights to accept me.
“Oh fuck…oh fuck…” She chants as I push deeper, nails digging into my skin.
She looks down at our connection before throwing her head back with a groan.
Her eyes squeeze shut when she sees there is still so much more left to go. “This was a bad idea,” she groans.
“We can stop if you want,” I say, caressing her lip with mine. Her eyes flash open, heels digging into my ass, forcing me deeper.
“I’m not dying a virgin,” she whines.
The pressure is almost unbearable, like I’m splitting into something brand new, fragile. My pulse slams in my throat, and instinct begs me to drive deeper, but I hold back, caught between the fire licking up my spine and the want to be worthy of being her first. Her last.
As I finally push past, her heat envelops me, suffocating, exquisite. A groan tears from me as a single tear escapes her eye. She’s all tight edges and softness, drawing me in, and I know this isn’t just sex to her, so I give her the reverence she deserves.
“You are so beautiful. Perfection in every form of the word.” I thrust slowly, kissing her neck, her shoulder. “You deserved more love in this life.”
I say it because it’s true. Admittedly, I avoid interacting with mortals to escape their longing, their desperation for acceptance and love.
But I do have a heart, cold as it may be—it aches for their suffering.
It is why I believe as I do—death and life are two sides of the same coin, each beautiful in its own right.
Her legs lock around me, back arching. Her walls clench around me, wetter, fighting her release.
Eyes wide, she pulls me closer, as if I’m the only thing anchoring her to her body, and she’s right, I am. “Is…it…time?” she asks, voice breathy.
“Let go,” I command, kissing her deeply as her soul merges with mine, finally at peace.