Death goes still, his cock throbbing as it rests partially inside me.
“Tell me to stop and I will stop,” he reminds me. His pupils are blown wide, and his jaw keeps clenching and unclenching with the effort of keeping absolutely still, and I’m sure the horseman would learn what true suffering is if I did take him up on the offer.
But I don’t. I’ve never experienced anything like this. I feel as though this must be what electricity was like—sharp and blindingly bright.
“Don’t stop,” I breathe, dreading the thought as much as Death must. Already, my flesh is adjusting to his girth.
No sooner have I spoken then he simply gives in. With a groan, the horseman thrusts forward, sheathing every last inch of his cock inside me.
My lips part and my fingers squeeze his to the point of pain. I’m throbbing—or maybe he’s throbbing. It’s hard to say; there’s so much more sensation down there than I’ve ever felt before.
Death’s gaze devours mine. There’s a sharp edge to his features and a muscle in his cheek keeps clenching and unclenching. Outside, the rain pelts down, and in the distance, thunder rumbles.
I pull my captive hands free so that I can hold him close to me. “This is living.”
He gives a soft laugh, though his features quickly sober up, especially as he withdraws, only to thrust back into me a moment later. My hips rise to meet his.
I let out a moan at the intensity of it all. Death does it again, a shudder coursing through him at the sensation.
“How I have yearned for this moment.” His knuckles graze my cheek. “And yet none of my wildest yearnings could’ve prepared me for the sight of you beneath me, or the press of your skin against mine.”
I shift a little, the action causing him to make a noise low in his throat.
“And the feel of you clenched around my cock like you don’t want it to leave.”
“I don’t,” I admit.
The ground trembles at my response.
Death’s thrusts begin to pick up speed, his breath hitching as he finds his pace. A line has formed between his eyebrows and I’ve never seen anyone as sexy as Thanatos is in this moment, all his exquisite agony on display.
“I can’t get over the feel of you.” His fingers skim over my flesh. “And the taste of you,” he adds, pressing a quick kiss to my lips. “You are how I expected wine to taste.”
His wings flex with each thrust, and I can’t help but reach out and run my fingers over the inky black feathers.
He groans, driving deeper into me. His cock pistons in and out—again and again and again.
I spread my legs wantonly, moaning. This is definitely worth the direct hit my morals are taking.
“Thanatos.”
His eyes flash. “Say my name again,” he demands.
“Thanatos.” I barely get it out. I’m all sensation.
Rain is battering against the house, and outside lightning flashes. For an instant, I see strange, skeletal markings overlay Thanatos’s skin and wings, then they’re gone. Somehow, the terrifying display only adds to his dangerous appeal.
I’m writhing against the horseman, my entire body moving with each throbbing thrust, barreling me towards an orgasm.
Not ready.
Not nearly ready.
This is the best sex of my life and I want to last more than a couple minutes.
But Death is having none of that. He’s given himself over to pleasure completely, pumping into me with abandon as he devours my expression. Somewhere along the way this went from soft and sensual to primal.
Can’t put it off any longer—
“Death!”
My orgasm explodes through me, my vision darkening in the wake of it.
The floor trembles, rattling the bed, and then Thanatos bellows, his wings spreading wide. His hips slam into mine, his cock sinking deep within me. The earth shakes and lightning flashes again, illuminating that skeletal overlay. Outside I hear strange, fearsome noises over the rain.
The two of us come down slowly from our orgasms. The horseman’s wings fold back up and his thrusts turn languid. Eventually, he pulls out. But then he’s kissing me all across my cheeks and the bridge of my nose, my eyelids and forehead, and finally my mouth.
I feel my throat tightening at how gentle he’s being, how cherished he’s making me feel.
“Lazarus, Lazarus, Lazarus,” he murmurs. Outside the rain is subsiding. “Tell me that was the most amazing experience you have ever felt—because it was the most amazing thing I ever have.”
Tell this virgin that he just gave me the best sex of my life? If I wasn’t so mind-blowingly satisfied, I’d be annoyed at the sheer audacity Death has to not fuck up the most fuck-up-able first-time act.