It was a gift, and he would cherish it.
Thanatos grinned and moved lower, taking his time as he left kisses across her stomach and navel, avoiding every place that would push her over the edge too soon. She squirmed underneath him, goosebumps rising on her skin as he mapped her body, tasting her with his tongue.
When he bypassed her breasts again, deliberately kissing around the mounds, she growled, frustrated and aroused.
He looked up at her and tried to hide his smile. “What is it, Iliana?”
A fire blazed in her eyes. “Either make me come or let me do it myself.”
A bolt of raw desire shot through him. Her needy challenge nearly made him forget his plan to take his time.
He let a smirk come to his face as he settled between her thighs. He locked his eyes with her, holding her captive. “I am fully capable of making you scream. Have no worries there.”
Then, he feasted on her.
Chapter forty-seven
ILIANA
If she lived long enough to enjoy this again, she’d never challenge Thanatos about his ability to make her scream.
Holy hell.
Iliana trembled while the aftershocks of her second orgasm rolled through her bones. She fisted Thanatos’ hair and tugged him away from her oversensitive core. “No more, Than. I can’t,” she panted, wrecked and breathless.
His chuckle was low, rumbling out of him as he let her guide him away. But not before he licked his lips and gave her a smug, devastating smile, making her core clench.
Gods help her.
“Should I leave you to rest?” he asked, his eyes smoldering with satisfaction.
Iliana squinted, trying to glare, but there was no heat to it. He knew exactly what he’d done to her, reducing her to a quivering mess, and he was proud of it.
He placed his hands on either side of her shoulders, hovering over her. He was powerful and controlled—like a predator holding himself in check. Exactly what she expected from a god.
His gaze betrayed him, though. He drank her in as if he were parched. Despite that look, he tenderly asked, “What do you need, Iliana? I can giveyou a break…”
Her heart stumbled at his consideration. That was new. Her past lovers had never asked what she needed. Not like this—especially not after giving her everything. And not when they clearly wanted more.
She caressed his cheek, smiling. “Right now, the only thing I want is you. Inside me.”
Relief crossed his face, as if he’d been holding his breath, waiting for her answer. He lowered himself, careful not to put too much weight on her.
The kiss he gave her wasn’t hungry this time. It was reverent. Worshipful. She tasted herself, the tang mixing with his earthiness—intimate and intoxicating. She moaned, wrapping her arms around his broad back and pulling him closer, wanting to feel his weight.
He stubbornly held himself just above her, refusing to rest his body fully on top of her. “I do not want to crush you,” he said against her lips before kissing down her neck slowly; deliberately.
She pouted but didn’t get the chance to argue; not when he nipped the delicate skin at her shoulder and rolled his hips. His cock slid through her slick folds, the thick head teasing her clit. She gasped, her back arching involuntarily off the bed.
Gods.
Her body trembled at the overwhelming sensation, but she was desperate for more. She angled her hips as he rolled his again, his cock pushing into her slightly, the tip stretching her entrance.
He froze, looking at her, making sure this was truly what she wanted and giving her one more chance to change her mind.
Like hell. She wasn’t done with him yet.
“Yes,” she agreed, needy and certain. “Yes.”
