Thanatos moved. Not a single powerful thrust as she’d expected. Instead, his steady movements sparked her senses to life as he slowly worked inside her, inch by delicious inch.
“Are you okay?” he asked, concern leaking through the restraint. She could see the effort it took him to hold still and wait, veins standing out on his neck.
She swallowed. He was larger than she was used to—thicker, longer—but there was no pain. She loved the feel of her walls stretching around him. “Yeah, just move slowly, okay?”
The care and patience he showed her made her want this moment to last forever.
Thanatos nodded and brushed a soft kiss to her lips. “Of course.”
He kept his promise. Every inch of his slow thrusts was deliberate, letting her feel every part of him, how his cock reached places inside her she’d never felt before. Despite the pleasure clear on his face, his restraint made her ache.
When he fully sheathed himself, his hips flush against hers, he trembled, forcing himself to stay still while she adjusted. Her hands finally relaxed on his back, the tension drained away. She felt complete.
“You can move now,” she said, breathless.
The smile he gave her was warm and a little stunned, as if he couldn’t believe this was real. Something inside her softened at that look.
Then he moved. Slowly at first, each deep thrust coaxing moans from her lips before he stole them with kisses, swallowing the sounds. Their pace built gradually until she matched his movements, her legs wrapped tight around him, her heels digging into his lower back. The friction caused her pleasure to spiral higher and higher, building toward something explosive.
Her third orgasm hit, fierce and blinding. It pulled her taut, every muscle in her body stiffening as she cried out, shattering beneath him.
Thanatos grunted when she squeezed him, her walls gripping his cock as if never wanting to let him go. His thrusts turned desperate, losing the careful rhythm as he chased his own release with single-minded focus.
“Iliana,” he ground out, her name wrenched from him. His hand moved to her ass, angling her hips higher and driving deeper. The new position drew out her orgasm until she thought she might die from the pleasure.
With a final growl, animalistic and desperate, he buried himself inside her as deep as possible, spilling into her warmth with a groan that sounded like her name and a prayer tangled together.
He shook above her, pressing his face into her neck. His breath was hot and ragged on her skin, his heartbeat against her chest so hard she could feel it.
“I want to keep you.” He tensed, as if he hadn’t meant to say that aloud, before relaxing into his statement.
Iliana lay beneath him, dazed and boneless. She lazily ran her hands down his back, tracing his muscles, feeling the dip of his spine. His weight was grounding. Anchoring. She loved the feeling of his body pressing her into the mattress.
But then, his words penetrated her post-orgasm haze.
I want to keep you.
The words shouldn’t have affected her so much. They’d just had incredible sex—passions running high. But something about the way he’d said it, raw and possessive, made her ache separately from the pleasant soreness between her thighs.
It provoked something she didn’t want to examine too closely. Because if she did, she’d have to acknowledge that she wanted him to keep her. She also wanted Anubis to keep her. Maybe even wanted someone else entirely…
And wanting that much when she might not survive?
Terrifying.
Thanatos lifted his head and moved to lie at her side, and she immediately missed the solid press of him. He scanned her face. “What is it?”
She tried to find the words. “What did you mean by that?”
He looked hesitant as emotions flashed across his face. Confusion. Concern. Then amazement. And finally knowing. He smiled tenderly at her. “Does knowing how I feel make you uncomfortable?”
She rolled her eyes, but her blush betrayed her. “No.” That was the problem. She didn’t feel trapped. She felt wanted.
But she also wanted them. Both of them.
“Ah.” Thanatos’ expression turned thoughtful. “I think I know what you are wrestling with.” His knuckles caressed her arm, following the path with his eyes. “And I do not have a problem sharing you with Anubis.”
Her brows furrowed. “You…don’t?”
