“What are you … ?”
Before I can finish, Death leans forward and places a kiss against my clit.
My body jerks at the sensation, my hips rising to meet those lips of his.
“Thanatos.”
He smiles against my flesh.
I nearly die at the sensation of that grin against my skin.
“You like that,” he says, a note of wicked triumph in his voice.
“It’s—”
But he doesn’t let me finish.
His mouth returns to kissing my clit, only now he begins doing something with his tongue that—holy shit. My hips buck against him, the sensation so sharp it’s almost painful.
I reach for his head, my fingers threading through his black hair. I mean to push him away, but there is no budging this man. And that tongue of his …
I go from moans to panting real quick.
How is he even doing that? He’s had no practice.
Death pauses, “I was wrong earlier when I said there was nothing sweeter than your smiles,” he says. “This is sweeter.”
I’m not going to muse on the fact that the man won’t eat bread but he’ll gladly eat me.
I make a senseless, pleading noise because he got me all worked up and then he stopped.
The horseman’s eyes blaze with masculine pride. And then his mouth is back on my clit, his tongue laving over it again and again.
“You have to move around,” I beg him. “Please—”
“I’ll do what I want, kismet,” he murmurs against my flesh. “And you’ll endure it.” And then he’s back to devouring me.
Filthy, bossy man. I’d hold it against him if it wasn’t my pleasure he was demanding.
The pads of my feet slide against his wings as I writhe, and the horseman makes a satisfied sound as though he enjoys the sensation.
He moves down a little, his tongue slipping into my core.
I yelp.
Oh, that is dirty.
“Death.” It comes out as a moan.
I am aching.
He gazes up at me from between my thighs and he drinks in my expression. Whatever he sees there causes him to flash me a wolfish grin. Thanatos pauses his work to rest his chin on my pelvic bone, looking infinitely pleased with himself.
“What happens if I continue on like this?” he asks, a spark of knowing curiosity in his eyes. “Will you unravel just as I did?”
Yes, and probably within the next thirty seconds, too, if he keeps on doing whatever it is he’s doing with his tongue.
“It’s called an—”
Thanatos dips down and nips me, causing me to yelp again.
“I know what it’s called.”
“Please,” I gasp.
He glances back up at me. There’s an inferno in his eyes, yet I can also see his hesitation.
He’s never done this before.
I begin to sit up.
It’s as though he knows where my mind is at. Moving up my body, he captures my hands and pins them on either side of my head, his erection brushing my thigh.
“You are to stay here,” he commands me, his expression fierce.
“But—”
“Must I bring down the rain and lightning or draw the roots and the dead up from the ground? Or make the earth quake and buildings fall to remind you who I am? I set my sights on you a year ago, but I haven’t fully taken you—not yet. So lay back, kismet, and let me show you what it means to be mine.”
Chapter 47
Hallettsville, Texas
July, Year 27 of the Horsemen
Death is magnificent then, his wings spreading wide behind him, his tattoos glittering in the candle-lit room, his blazing eyes promising things that even I know nothing about.
I hold his gaze, then subtly, I sink back into the bed, relaxing.
His expression doesn’t seem to change but his gaze looks oh so pleased.
His hands are still holding mine down, and now his fingers thread through mine. Death leans in, his mouth taking my own once more. Only, there’s no mistaking the carnality of this kiss as his tongue slips between my lips. His mouth is searing. It’s like a fire has been lit beneath my skin. And I’m kissing him back, and the two of us are going from gentle and sweet to hot and heavy real fast.
Rain begins to patter against the house, just like he threatened only moments before.
Thanatos releases one of my hands and grabs my thigh, aligning our bodies. I feel his cock then, right at my entrance. Thanatos breaks off the kiss, his hand tightening.
This is it.
The two of us gaze at each other as Death shifts his hips and begins pushing in.
He’s big—really, really big—and even though I’m plenty wet, it’s still an adjustment. My fingers tighten around his, bracing myself against the sensation of being stretched.