“No, he must make sure the operation of souls is not compromised.” Grim waved it off. “That was business. The gift was more for…pleasure.”
Then he entered me and I cried out, my fingernails biting into the wood. The friction sent sizzles along my every nerve ending as he stretched me. Grim’s death mask flickered as he stroked in and out of me.
Despite the hot sensations rioting through me, I feared getting my hair messed up. Timothy might try to set his stylist hounds back on me. But Grim left my updo alone.
A phantom pressure blossomed on my sensitive bud, though Grim’s hands were nowhere near that, still gripping my hips.
“Wh-what is—?” I started to ask, but the phantom pleasure grew sharp and insistent, cutting me off.
Grim fought to get his own words out between clenched teeth. “Though our blood bond is broken, Osiris forged a new tether. One for both of us to...play with.”
Nothing made sense, but I didn’t care if it did. It felt like Grim’s tongue was playing me like a fiddle, though he still drove into me from behind. I crested over my orgasm with surprising quickness, dissolving into shudders and incoherent moans.
“That’s a good girl.” Grim dropped a kiss on the back of my neck, though he never stopped pushing into me.
The fog of post-orgasm brain settled around me, even as he stoked the pressure and need in me again. Then I felt it. The invisible tether Grim spoke of. I hadn’t noticed it before, but I could…feel him. I could also play with him.
I tossed a devilish smile his way as I wriggled on him more and sent my own shot of sensation, directed right at the base of his hardness. Grim’s head fell back and black clouds exploded out of him as his growl rattled the room. Still, he managed to keep his control and not release into me.
When he righted, the death mask flickered wildly. “You think you can play with Death?”
“Oh yeah,” I said, squirming and pushing back and against him faster, needing more.
“Beg me for mercy,” he said.
“Never,” I shot back.
“It’s your death wish.”
“Absolutely,” I agreed.
His silken command gripped my body. “Then feel the kiss of death.”
I exploded into a million pieces of pleasure as I melted on his hardness, crying out his name.
Then I grabbed the tether again, ready for retribution. I wanted to bring him to his knees.
I vaguely hoped we wouldn’t miss our wedding. But they could wait. We had eternity. And I loved flirting with death.
