more of him, needing all of him.
His tongue stroked mine with fervor, soliciting moans of pleasure from my lungs.
Lust soaked me like sheets of summer rain. My hand found his cock and gave it urgent pumps.
I could wait no longer.
“I need to fuck you now,” I said huskily as I started climbing on him.
He chuckled against my lips as he lifted me.
He spread my legs as they clung to his waist.
The hard head of his large shaft aimed at my entrance, and he pushed into me. I gasped at the delicious joining, arching my back to take him in deeper. My flesh swallowed his inch by inch until he was embedded in my molten core.
I exhaled and shivered.
For a moment, it almost felt unreal that we were actually doing this. I’d dreamt of our mating in my every waking hour.
I felt so connected to him as his hard length filled me, pulsing in me aggressively.
“I’m inside your sweet flesh, lamb,” he gasped harshly. “I’m fucking you.”
He started to move, in and out and in again, his pace measured, leisure, and cherishing. Every stroke sent forceful pleasure to my nerve endings.
My toes curled, my nipples tightened, and my throat choked with thick emotion.
Every fiber in me responded to him.
“You like fucking me, lamb?” he asked.
Without waiting for my answer, he quickened his thrusts, hitting my G-spot with every stroke.
I moaned as pleasure massaged me, my pussy gloving his cock.
We matched perfectly.
“You’re so tight and hot, lamb, and you’re soft as silk,” he hissed. “You’re mine, now and forever.”
I’d be his as long as he wanted me. I expelled a dark thought lingering in the back of my mind over the prospect of a dark future. At this moment, I was completely his, and he was mine.
I grabbed his shoulders and propelled my ass toward him possessively.
That unmade him.
He wheeled me and pushed me against the wall as he slammed into me brutally. The Demigod of Death had always been gentle with me, but his control was slipping, just as I wanted it to.
Lust twisted and darkened his handsome face, making it erotic and almost beastly.
A breath caught in my throat.
His speed became savage as he pounded between my thighs.
I could take it, considering my heritage.
No, don’t think of my heritage now.
My legs gripped his body tighter, biting into him and trapping him. I needed him to be mine, for as long as I could keep him.
We fucked with abandonment as if there were no tomorrow.
There might not be a tomorrow for me in truth, but I no longer cared. Right now it was just him and me. And that was enough.
I started radiating, the twelve runes swirling on my skin.
Our arousal permeated the air, heady and sweet.
He inhaled with male satisfaction and drove into my depths, again and again, to claim me as his mate and to imprint on me for eternity, if eternity was something I could have. And my magic clutched him in an attempt to mark him as well.
“Feed, lamb,” he ordered harshly.
“I’ve fed,” I said. “You were wounded, so I’ll take only a little. I like the taste of you.”
“Take all you need. I offer myself completely to you.”
He was death, yet he was life to me.
His energy was so pure, and his heart purer.
My cells shivered in satisfaction at the nourishment he provided.
As I fed, his cock grew thicker inside me. He pulled out a few inches, my cream glistening on his length, and thrust back in, every stroke more powerful than the previous one.
Pressure built in me, higher and higher, as he rammed into me mercilessly.
The death demigod’s life force was both violent and gentle at once. And I loved everything about him. I loved his contradictions.
When he withdrew from my slick heat again and delivered the next series of rapid, wild thrusts, clusters of fireworks went off in me, rocking my body and unmaking me.
I trembled against him like a hot mess.
I was completely, irrevocably addicted to the Demigod of Death.
He rocked his hips, pounding into my flesh. Kissing me, he rode through my waves of orgasm and found his own release.
A low sound rumbled from his chest, and he roared against my ear.
I was too busy soaking in pleasure and tidal waves of orgasm to flinch at his loudness or worry that his thunderous roar might shatter the glass and crack the walls around us.
A thread of light, as beautiful and strong as starlight, glowed between us, connecting us.
He gasped. “The mating bond.