The familiar shadows fell over me. In the darkness I summoned my true face. The one that was no face at all.
Helena watched without fear, but she wouldn’t see me. Not until I let her.
I had power over the translucency of my shadows—at least I did at the moment—and for right now, I just wanted her to see black. The color of doom.
And why did I love it so much that she liked me this way?
She was the only mortal being who ever had.
My form locked in this state—caught between being thing and man—I swept in on her, deleting the slim distance in a blink, straining cock now poised at her opening.
My turn to tremble, my whole being wavering, becoming less certain with the sensation of her scorching, velvety softness clenching me.
Helena’s grip returned to my shoulders, one flesh, one bone. No. Both bone, both flesh.
Those curious eyes searched for my face.
Thinning the veil of shadows between us, I allowed her to see that it wasmewho wanted her this way, this time-torn being whose spirit she had resurrected. Then I grasped her by the hips, one hand skeletal, one hand not. Eyes locking with my empty sockets, Helena pressed a hand to my chest. And she didn’t flinch this time when her delicate fingertips fell through the cage of my ribs as half my form faltered there. My grip on her tightened. I drew her to me, filling her to the brink in one go.
She took me with a soundless, open-mouthed, and breathless gasp.
Her shock. Her overwhelm. God, I fuckinglovedit.
I rocked into her again, and her jaw dropped open farther. Her free hand entering my hood, palm finding my hard cheekbone as my cock throbbed in the fierce grip of her divine body.
I withdrew, slowly, before plunging in yet again—all the way—what little mind I had left officially shattering at being sheathed to the hilt.
Helena kissed me, soft on the teeth. My own jaw fell open, likeI could kiss her back. Then, when her tongue darted between my teeth, something in me broke open.
I thrust into her sharp and hard, and Helena hissed with pleasure.
“Sweet… liiibrraariannn,” moaned the creature part of me, officially in charge again as I hooked an arm, one of bone, one of flesh, under each knee, capturing her legs.
Knocked off-balance, Helena fell back on the tomb, though she caught herself with her palms so that she could remain upright.
So she could watch me as I drilled her.
I started fucking her hard. Helena braced herself, eagerly taking it, short, sharp gasps escaping her. I sent smoke snakes all over her, to lick and flick her nipples. More dove between us to have at her clit.
“Grim,” she gasped. “God, Grim, I’m close.”
Good to know.
My pace brutal, I sent my soul into her, seizing hers in a cruel grip.
Helena cried out. My invasion. Taking so much of me all at once. It had to be overpowering.
Good.
Come for me, Helena, my monster’s voice urged through my soul, which twisted hers in its grip.
Her own soul, gentle as ever in return, even though it had once proved stronger than mine, sent shots of liquid gold to wind my darkness. Like her essence wanted me to crush it even harder—just as hard as I fucked her.
NowIwas close. And when her soul gave mine the softest returning squeeze, I almost finished right there.
I held on, head tilted back, twisted toward the moonlight, which revealed more of my reaper’s form to her, my white skeleton grin, my ribs and the shadows in between. The vines of smoke that surged to penetrate her more deeply, capturing her inner being, wringing her out—delivering a lick of death while soaking in the burn of her life.
All the way until Helena collapsed backward against the stone lid, her cunt spasming around me.
