I tried to come up with something clever to say in return, but he was doing the swirly thing again and my concentration crumbled. When instead I lifted my head to watch, I almost melted then and there. To see Death incarnate kneeling before me, his face buried between my thighs, fervently lapping at me, delving his tongue into me… My mind must have broken at that point, seeing him that way.
I fell back on the bed, feeling faint, but somehow still crying even louder. He slipped two fingers inside me and I squeezed hard around them, driven mad by the pressure against my sopping walls. He picked up his pace to match the rhythm of my quickening moans. Warmth pooled low in my abdomen, flaring out to my limbs in an overpowering ache. And oh,oh, just there, just there, yes,yes,YES, I…I…
And suddenly he took his hand away and kissed my thigh instead, nipping and sucking affectionately along my tender flesh. I whimpered in protest. Sure, thigh kisses are great, Thanatos, but not right fucking now! But when I looked down Isaw that a mischievous grin had spread across his face. I whined in realization. “Oh, you fucker!”
He snickered and continued to tease me with his smile and his sultry thigh kisses, clearly enjoying himself. His lips crushed hard against my delicate skin, marking me as his where only we would see. He waitedsolong to let me have his tongue again, and even then he offered only the slightest touch, just enough to hold me quivering at the edge. He’d decided that my other thigh needed some attention too.
I cried out in protest when he left me again. Why did his love bites have to be even on both sides? I pinched my nipples, desperate for some sensation, but he wouldn’t relent. Every kiss added to the enormous pressure of the dam inside me, just dying to break.
When satisfied with the equality of my thigh bruises, Thanatos nibbled my hip bone and looked up at me seductively. Holding my gaze, he licked sensually down the line where my leg met my body.
I twisted my nipples and bucked into the empty air. “Thanatos!” I begged.
“Yes?” he replied innocently.
“Mmmh!Please…”
He grinned and watched with lusty fascination as I squirmed, clamping my legs around him, my every whine a prayer to my chosen god.
“I fucking love you,” he declared at last.
Finally he gave me what I wanted, and the world flashed white as I came for him again. This time there was no hope of staying quiet: I wailed loudly, back arching, toes curling, as unbelievable release tore through my body. Thanatos redefined my euphoria, and I floated over the bed in a daze, half convinced he’d carried me to the afterlife.
When I regained some sense of the world, he was stroking me, still. I slowly pulled myself back to earth, guided by the feel of his warm hands on my shaking legs. Only when my heartbeat slowed considerably did I even attempt to speak.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned at last. I propped myself up and was met with the glorious sight of Thanatos peering up at me, licking his lips. He looked absolutely delighted.
I grinned down at him, my hair a mess, my body slick with sweat. “You’re such a tease!” I giggled in complaint.
He smiled irresistibly. “I am sorry.”
“No, you’re not.”
“You are right, I am not. You look so sexy when you beg. I want to do that to you every day.” He nuzzled happily against my thigh.
Every day? Fine by me.
“Yes, please.” I held out my arms for him to join me. “Now come here.”
He did as I asked and climbed back into bed, tangling his legs up with mine. I took his hand and kissed his fingers, one by one. If only I could stay here forever.
“Thanatos?” I breathed. Like speaking something sacred.
“Hmm?”
“I love you too.”
9
I couldn’t keep from staring at my beautiful lover, my body still light and tingling with satisfaction. Death smiled softly back, and let out a sigh as he pulled me snug against his chest, burying his nose in my hair.
“I thought I knew what sex was like,” he murmured. “I have seen it and felt it countless times in the memories of the dead. But it seems I was wrong to think I knew anything. The visions I see must be just echoes, because with you…” He stroked my hair and searched for the words. “I was very unprepared for how good that felt,” he finally said.
That brought a smile to my face, along with a swell of pride. “I mean, it’s got to be different when it’syoufeeling it, rather than a random dead person.”
“Yes, apparently so,” he agreed. “Hmm, I suppose now I understand why there are so many demigods.”
I winced at that thought, something that could not only shatter our fragile happiness but might also lead to my execution. I looked up at him and scrunched up my nose. “Oh, no. There will be no demigods here.”
