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CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
CAT
“Lean back against the wall for me. That’s it,” he praised when I instantly obeyed. For a moment he just stared at me, grey eyes devouring the sight of my face, my body on display for him. “You are so beautiful you ruin me.”
I sucked in a surprised breath when he sank to his knees in the shower stall, warm hands on my knees, encouraging my legs wider. Oh, he was going to… What was with these death gods and their obsession with eating my pussy?1
“Devastating,” Death breathed, and glided his hands over my thighs and around their pale curves to hold my ass as his tongue dove into my pussy. He licked a long, slow stroke, his tongue vibrating with a groan like I tasted amazing.
“Fuck,” he breathed, hands tightening on me as he dove back into my pussy with a passion that edged into wild, frantic need. Like he’d die without another taste.
I covered my mouth with my hand but a moan escaped. Tor had been all cleverness and skill, finding exactly what made me gasp. Death ate me with a wild ferocity, mouth dragging over me, moaning against my pussy, tongue moving in insane strokes and flicks. He wasn’t careful, wasn’t precise; he wanted to taste everything at once. He buried his whole face in my pussy, and growled when my legs began to shake, my breathing quickening.
“Oh shit,” I gasped when he flicked his tongue over my clit. A whining moan clawed from my throat at how fucking good it felt. I pulsed, ached, tightened.
“Don’t you dare come,” he growled, dragging his mouth back to my entrance, possessive hands squeezing my ass as his tongue dove inside, curling, undulating.
“Death,” I breathed, my hand shooting down, grabbing a fistful of his braids.
“I can feel you holding yourself still, little one,” he chided. “You want to ride my face, then ride my face.”
“God,” I choked out, my body shuddering, legs weak. I leaned back against the wall and rolled my hips against his tongue.
“Too polite.” He dragged his mouth up my pussy in a deep, sucking stroke; the suction made my eyes cross. “Ride my fucking face, Cat. For every second you hesitate, I’ll hold back one climax from you.”
I gasped, my eyes flashing wide.
“That’s one second,” he said, watching me from where he knelt on the floor. “Two. Three.”
Oh god, I wouldn’t survive. He would kill me. I tightened my fist in his hair and pushed his face into my pussy, jerking my hips up and struggling to breathe when he groaned his approval. He ate me with a rapid ferocity that made my eyes cross. Oh god, yes. “Fuck, fuck.”
I bit my bottom lip, warmth wrapping around me, pleasure building so swiftly in my lower belly, my clit sharp and throbbing—
“No,” I gasped when he tore his mouth away, overpowering me so easily that my control over him had been an illusion. “Please.”
“You hesitated, little one,” he said with disapproval that made my heart hurt. Sitting back on his heels he watched my pussy throb, desperate, pleading.
“This is cruel,” I complained, my inner muscles tight, so close, so painfully close. They clenched when Death’s warm hands skimmed up my legs, gliding over my wet skin.
“You need to learn proper behaviour, my bride. I can feel you holding back, and with me you never need to hold back any part of you. You don’t need shields. When you’re with me, you leave all your anxiety behind.”
“I don’t know how to do that,” I laughed, a little sharply.
His hands skimmed up and down my legs. “Take a deep breath for me. There you go, that’s perfect. Keep breathing deeply, and relax your muscles, starting with your feet, your legs, your arms and chest, and all the way up to your neck. Beautiful,” he praised when I did, haltingly and a little nervously. I didn’t relax like this with anyone. Sometimes not even with myself. But Death’s gentle tone and the warmth of the water made it easier.
A deeper breath expelled from my lungs, and I felt a weight lift.
“That’s it,” Death murmured, kissing the inside of my thigh, his breath hot on my skin. “That’s my girl. Stay like that for me, and when you want me harder or faster or deeper, you just roll your hips up against me, grab my hair, whatever you naturally want to do—don’t fight it. Take everything you want.”
“Except an orgasm?” I asked sourly, making him laugh.
“Don’t worry, my wife, I’ll give you plenty.”
I scowled, the expression coming freer now I’d relaxed. “Liar.”
“I never lie,” he said, and dove his tongue back into my pussy, eating me with the ferocity that made my breath catch. This time I didn’t hold myself against the wall; I rolled my hips into the wild thrusts of his tongue, and grabbed his head to keep that euphoric sensation against my clit until a deep sigh punched from me.
“Fuck, that feels good,” I groaned, my eyes fluttering shut. The contrast between his soft tongue and the vicious hunger guiding his motions sent me crashing towards the edge so fast. My hips jolted against his face, my breathing lighter, sharper. “Please, Death. Please.”
