cry from her throat as his pelvis struck her sensitive flesh. She lost herself in kissing him as he moved inside her, as he drove her higher, as she stretched for release, desperate for it. When it crashed over her, stars winked across her closed eyes, her breath bursting from her on a cry he swallowed. He kissed her harder, thrust faster, each powerful one shaking her. Every plunge of his length into her was accompanied with a wicked sounding grunt, one that made him sound wild and untamed, thrilled her.
His grip on her tightened as he pushed her through the haze of her first release and towards another, and she clenched him as she reached for it too, cried again as it crashed over her.
Thanatos tensed further with each thrust, his length growing harder inside her, thickening.
On a low, vicious snarl, he pulled out of her and she gasped as hot seed splashed across her stomach, stared wide-eyed at his length as it throbbed and kicked just above her.
Before she could process what he had done, he had reached into the pool, scooped up water and tossed it over her, washing away the evidence of his climax.
He shoved to his feet, breathing hard, his hands shaking as he fixed his clothing and then ran them through his hair.
She braced herself, aware of what was coming. It didn’t make it hurt any less when he turned on her, rage shining in his burning blue eyes. He looked at her damp stomach, sneered to flash teeth and paced away from her.
As he glared at her, accusation in his gaze, the warmth he had made her feel turned to ice in her veins and she sat up, folded her arms over her stomach and looked down at herself. What had she done wrong this time? She cursed herself for thinking that. She hadn’t done anything wrong.
Thanatos had.
“Get out of my sight,” she bit out, ignoring the tremble in her voice and how her throat tightened as her eyes burned. She wasn’t going to cry over this, over him. She had done nothing wrong.
When he just stared at her, a flicker of something akin to regret and fear in his eyes, she growled and bared short fangs at him, and raised her right hand.
A wall of vines shot up between them, sweeping around to enclose the pool.
Calindria pulled herself onto her trembling legs and stepped into that pool, sniffled as she waded deep enough that when she sat down, the warm water covered her breasts. She rubbed her stomach, cleaning herself, and then her legs, tried to shut out the world as she bathed. Her heart sunk as she sensed Thanatos leave, the tears she hadn’t wanted to spill rising to line her lashes now that she was alone.
She drifted in her thoughts as she soaked, recalling that he had told her he had little control over himself at times. She wanted to know what event in his past had made him react like this whenever he was close to her, but at the same time she didn’t. A part of her feared that if she knew, her feelings for Thanatos would only grow, and she would be damning herself to a miserable life if it turned out that he couldn’t overcome this darkness that made him lash out at her.
Right now, she was only falling for him. What if she fell in love with him and he still reacted this way whenever they were intimate, spurning her and making her feel she had done something wrong? That wasn’t the sort of life she wanted for herself, constantly made to feel bad, and to feel used and unwanted, guilty when she was sure she had done nothing wrong.
So it was better to hurt herself now and spare herself worse pain later.
She wouldn’t be intimate with him again, not even to kiss him, or hold his hand. This thing with Thanatos ended here.
It was over.
Chapter 19
He was ruining everything.
Probably destroying the best thing that had ever happened to him.
Thanatos adjusted his grip on the long tail of the unfortunate beast that had taken the brunt of his anger, dragging it behind him across the valley. The Keres were long gone, but other creatures had appeared, and one of the large reptilian beasts had been foolish enough to attack him.
He sighed, his left biceps stinging where the creature had managed to bite him. The wound was probably poisoned, burned like hell, but he didn’t care.