Neither of us speaks as I wrap my legs around him, locking my ankles behind his back.
He only takes a moment to line us up before he drives into me. I cry out at the sensation, but already Death is withdrawing and thrusting back in. I twine my arms around his neck as he pumps into me like he’s trying to get as deep as possible.
“God,” he groans, “the way you grip me, kismet. I could live here, inside you, forever.”
I capture his mouth and kiss him as a wave crashes around us, and I taste saltwater on his lips.
The horseman moves his mouth away to press kisses along my cheek. He nips at my earlobe as he slides out of me, then pistons back in.
I moan, my mind blown for the countless time at the witchcraft that is this horseman.
His thrusts are deep and languid, and his glittering glyphs illuminate his eyes, giving them extra luster as he stares at me.
“You are everything I thought I couldn’t have,” he breathes.
I want to hide from his raw admission, but only because I’ve been in the habit of doing so for so long. Instead, I lean into that weightless feeling that fills me.
I touch Death’s face. “And you’re everything I thought I shouldn’t have,” I respond.
Couldn’t, shouldn’t—we’ve defied ourselves to be together.
Thanatos’s thrusts grow deeper and more powerful. The waves lap at us, but locked in the horseman’s arms, I barely notice it.
He leans in for a kiss, his tongue stroking mine for the briefest of moments before retreating.
Death breaks off the kiss, his hand cupped against my cheek, his face inches from mine. “How I enjoy tasting you, kismet.” He’s still driving himself into me, and his eyes go molten at whatever expression I wear. “And that look—that look reassures me that I have ensnared you just as much as you have me.”
The horseman moves his hands to my hips, rocking into me again and again until my legs are tightening around his waist. When he’s thrust himself as deep as he can go, he pauses, holding us in that position.
“Thanatos,” I pant.
He grins. “This, however, is perhaps what I enjoy most—when I am fit so tightly inside you that I am not quite sure where I end and you begin. I love it all far too much for my own good.”
My hands thread through his hair. “I think you also like torturing me.”
Death grins again. “Only a little.”
With that he begins to move again, thrusting harder and harder until the water is frothing around us.
His hand slips down to my clit, and he begins stroking it, and oh dear God, he’s no longer playing fair.
I catch his wrist, trying to pry his hand from my flesh.
“It’s too much,” I pant.
“You’ll take it,” Death insists. He continues to toy with my clit, the pad of his finger gliding over it again and again as he moves in me.
It really is too much.
I moan, lost to the sensation. My other hand has tightened in Thanatos’s hair, and he growls at the sensation.
He dips his head, his lips taking in the tip of my breast. His teeth graze over my nipple, and I am done.
I cry out as I shatter apart, my orgasm almost violent. On and on it goes, every stroke of Death’s hips stretching it out a little longer. Even once it finally comes to a close, the horseman hasn’t removed his hand from my clit.
I reach for his wrist again, and he laughs.
“I don’t think so, kismet. You’re not done yet.”
I stare at him like he’s sprouted two heads—at least I try to. It’s really fucking difficult when he’s stroking me from both the inside and the outside.
“Thanatos.”
“Yes,” he says, flashing me a wolfish grin, “say my name again like that.”
“It’s too much,” I insist.
“Well, we both know you won’t die from it.”
Ha-ha, he’s so funny. Not.
I’m panting again, and can feel another orgasm building like the first one never happened.
Now I do huff out a laugh. “I cannot believe you.”
The water is freezing, the waves are crashing into us, and none of it is nearly as distracting as this sadistic horseman who wants to torture me with pleasure. Death’s slamming his cock into me, and my aching pussy is throbbing.
Thanatos flashes me a devilish look, then pinches my clit.
Just like that, a second orgasm sweeps through me. My fingernails dig into his skin as I tilt my head back, giving myself over to the sensation.
Death leans in, pressing a kiss to my throat as I ride my climax out.