He kisses me.
Oh, how he kisses me.
It’s not a sweet kiss, nor is it a wedding worthy kiss. It’s a fervent action full of venom and fire. His lips are strong and punishing, my mouth opening helplessly to his, his tongue sinking in deep. His mouth takes from me and it demands and it dominates and only here, only now, do I want nothing more than to submit.
Holy fuck.
His grip on my throat loosens, then slides up to my chin, holding me steady as the kiss intensifies, a whimpering sound escaping my lips. It ignites an inferno far down inside me, bringing forth this insatiable shaking need that cuts deep, surprising me. It claws through me like a ravenous beast and I’m trying to grab him in every way that I can to pull him closer to me.
I nearly forget about his bare hand and he growls at me in warning to stop, the low rumble running through me and undoing every last knot that was holding me together.
Suddenly I’m being pushed backward, my legs tripping over themselves, until my ass hits the edge of a desk. Then Death lets go of me, goes over to the glove that I threw to the floor and snatches it up.
He turns to face me, making a show of putting the glove back on, his fiery eyes never leaving mine. “As exciting as it would be to fuck you one-handed,” he says, wriggling his fingers, “I’m not taking that risk today.”
And with preternatural swiftness, he’s at me again, his frame looming over me. He reaches down and grabs my ass, effortlessly hoisting me up onto the edge of the desk, then yanks down my neckline until my breasts are exposed. My nipples are already stiff and aching for his touch and he wastes no time, covering my skin with thick tongue, nipping at me until I’m gasping with pain and pleasure.
My fingers sink into his hair, making fists that grow tighter each time he sucks at my nipple, an intense heat building between my legs that feels too wild to restrain.
I know this man, this God, my husband, can make me come just by playing with my breasts alone, and as if sensing that, he suddenly pulls his head back, his mouth wet. Darkness comes over his eyes as his focus leaves trails over my breasts, to my neck, my mouth, then meeting my gaze. Every inch of me burns under his watch.
“You fucked up a good thing, you know that?” he whispers hoarsely, a hand going to the hem of my dress and pulling it up slowly. He doesn’t break eye contact.
“What?” I manage to say, my heart beating so fast I can feel it in my throat.
“You had it all with me,” he goes on, voice even rougher now, a hint of malice in his eyes. “My big, hard cock giving that sweet little cunt of yours everything it wanted. I spoiled you, little bird, spoiled you rotten by making you come every night. But I’m not going to spoil you anymore. Because you don’t deserve it. You only deserve punishment.”
I try to swallow but my mouth feels like sawdust. “You did punish me. You threw me in the oubliette for our honeymoon.”
“You should have stayed down there,” he warns. “Instead, you’re here. And your punishment will continue.” He lowers his mouth to my neck, gently brushing his lips up along my skin until I shiver. “I’m going to fuck you with everything I’ve got, right here, right now, but I’m not going to let you come. You don’t deserve it.”
I stare at him for a moment, taking in the sincerity in his eyes. Shit. I think he actually means it.
“I’m a hair trigger with you,” I manage to say, my version of a threat.
“I know,” he says with a villainous smile. “Which will make things more difficult. And more fun. For me, anyway.”
He closes his eyes and breathes in deep through his nose as his hands slowly work up my inner thighs. “I don’t even have to touch you to know how wet you are. I can smell it, like the finest perfume. I always know when you want me, which is more or less all the time, isn’t it? You greedy little thing.”
He reaches down and undoes his pants, pulling out his dick so that it slaps hard into his palm. Though it hasn’t been more than a week since I last laid my eyes on it, the sight of it still shocks and intimidates me. Only a God would be blessed with such a perfect cock and I’m fairly certain that if I were fucking Death back in the real world, there’s absolutely no way he’d be able to fit inside me, not with a dick of his size. Here, he makes it work, pushing me to the brink of pain but never quite over.