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She hissed between her teeth. “Sadist.”
Had she expected anything less? Foolish human.
Reminding himself kissing was not on the approved list of sins for the day, he circled his hips, grinding his cock until two inches became none. Groaning in rapturous delight, he held her still as she tried to squirm up the bed, enjoying the firm squeeze of her muscles along his shaft. “I warned you what would happen, what your fate would be if you lost.”
Keening under her breath, she lifted her hands to his chest, scoring lines in his skin. “Death by fucking Death,” she laughed breathlessly. “Only there’s not much fucking going on…”
Hmmm, was that right? Running his tongue around his teeth, Seth grinned slowly, standing straight and subtly altering the position of his cock. As she narrowed her eyes at him, he trailed his fingertips around her breasts, admiring the fullness and incredible softness. Her squeak of alarm when he gripped her nipples was most gratifying.
“My apologies, Ms. Townsend,” he crooned devilishly. “Am I not fucking you in the manner you imagined? Allow me to correct that oversight.”
“Ah, that’s not nece—”
Pulling out until his crown threatened to pop free, he drove back in hard enough to roll her pretty eyes back in her head. Chuckling, letting his body adjust to the strangeness of intimacy again, closing his eyes and giving muscle memory a chance to kick in.
God, it felt fucking good to be inside a living being again.
Even better to be inside her.
* * *
LARA
If heaven was real, she really hoped she was already dead.
Death was deep inside her—where she’d always known he would be one day—and she couldn’t be happier. The pressure of his cock was breathtaking, the shock of the coolness of his skin fading, and she would literally die to keep him exactly where he was.
This was what she’d dreamed of.
Her fantasy come to life.
She shouldn’t waste it, which was probably why the noises emanating from her throat were wanton, encouraging him to do all the dirty things she’d ever thought of, the same ones she’d seen in his dark eyes. They were reading from the same book, even if he believed in a different ending to the one she was banking on.
His movements weren’t confident at first, the rock of his hips a little rusty as though he couldn’t remember how to use them for sex. She hid a grimace as a shallow thrust caused more discomfort than pleasure, shifting her hips with a moan.
Eyes closed, brow creasing in concentration, Death groaned low in his throat. When his eyes snapped open, the blue dark and intense, she saw a change in him that made her pussy clench around the shaft inside her.
“Oh yes,” he growled, “now I remember.”
Lara blinked at him, renewing her grip on the duvet under her. “Did you forget something?”
“Just the basics.” He reached down and snagged one of her wrists, then the other, pinning them on either side of her head. His weight pressed down on her, his hips settling more securely into the cradle of her thighs. “A momentary lapse.”
The heat generating from her body quickly masked the subtle chill of his, reminding her unnecessarily that although he wore the façade of a man, a man he was not. It should be turning her hair gray knowing that she was locked, center to center, with the being responsible for checking out every soul on earth and shuffling it to the next stage of existence, but all she felt was awe.
The heart wanted what it wanted, and hers had spent years yearning for him.
Just him.
When it came to love, he was the only one her heart considered worthy.
A breathy squeak pushed out of her lungs as he eased back, slamming inside her hard enough to rival a goddamn earthquake, sending aftershocks rippling through her limbs until her fingertips hummed. Again and again, never giving her time to catch her breath, until she feared he was following through on his promise to fuck her to death.
Gone was the man from only a few moments ago, fumbling around, clumsily jabbing that impressive cock into all the wrong places.
This was the man she’d been waiting for, the being who radiated confidence and skill in his every move.
Her body bounced off the bed with each thrust, her brain picking up the rhythm like a blacksmith’s hammer on an anvil. She felt more alive with Death hovering over her than she ever had with her blood swimming with hormones and adrenaline, and his eyes boring into hers as though he was trying to find the secrets of the universe in her head.
