Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 100837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
He reaches down between my thighs and starts rubbing my clit in rough, slippery circles.
Oh god.
My God.
“Don’t stop,” I cry out softly, my legs spreading wider for him. He lets go of my wrists and I reach up and grab his ass harder this time, until he’s in so tight there isn’t a centimeter of space between us.
He growls, determined to get me off, possessed by our raw desire, fingering me and fucking me with such intensity that the room seems to glow with our energy, as if we have the power of a thousand starstones.
“Oh god, don’t stop,” I say again. He grunts loudly in my ear and his skilled fingers play with my clit in a figure eight. His cock drives in deeper, as if he’s about to impale me to the floor.
The pressure inside me builds and I feel like I’m moments from going over the edge and falling. He covers my lips with his, pulling me into a wet and messy kiss, fucking my mouth as thoroughly as he fucks me with his dick. Then he brings his head down to my breasts, licking at them, sucking in my nipples until I feel like my world is about to be blown wide open.
“Little bird,” Death says thickly, just as my orgasm reaches for me. “Fly away now.”
The God of Death just obliterated me.
“Oh fuck!” I cry out. I come hard. I’m drowning. Back arched, limbs shaking, heart trying to burst through my chest. The wave doesn’t end, it just keeps coming for me, over and over again, and I can barely focus. Once again there’s the slight fear that he may have just sent me to Oblivion but luckily that feeling fades and all I feel is sated bliss.
Death growls, brings his large gloved hands down to my hips, holding me in place as he fucks into his release, the movements wild and brutal. Then he throws his head back, his throat exposed, eyes rolling back, and he’s coming with a long, uninhibited groan.
“Fuck,” he groans, gasping for air. “You undo me, Hanna. I am undone.”
I grin lazily, watching as the orgasm rips through his body, just as it ripped through mine. He really is completely undone. His muscles gleam with sweat from his own exertion, his man bun has come loose, letting his long, jet-black hair over his shoulders, his mouth open and wet, his chest heaves as he tries to regain his breath.
What the fuck just happened? We have to be thinking the same thing, because though the sex before was amazing, it wasn’t anything like this.
This was…soul-rendering.
With a long, slow shuddering exhale, he looks down at me, and in his eyes I see peace and I have to wonder how often he feels that way.
Then our lives start sliding back into place.
The God of Death and his prisoner.
Yet even as Death pulls out of me and I can feel the distance come between us, I know that something has changed. I don’t know what it means for me, or for him.
But the game we’re playing just got a little more real.
A little more life or death.
Chapter 19
The Garden
The sun is shining.
I can barely believe my eyes. Instead of Raila waking me up, there’s a shaft of shimmering sunlight on my face, coming in through the window.
I smile, my eyes closed, my sight glowing red behind my eyelids, and I’m trying to remember the name of the Sun Goddess. If she’s anything like Kuutar, she’s got to be beautiful. I’m picturing a woman of gold, a woman I didn’t realize I’d missed until she was gone. I’m such a California girl.
Then again, this time I’m pretty sure the sunshine is all my doing.
I wake up and look over, feeling only mild disappointment when I realize I’m alone. It’s not that I expected Death to stay the night with me, but after last night I thought there would be a little more intimacy between us.
Then my eyes fly open as I remember what happened.
The way that Surma tried to kill me.
The way that Death killed him.
The way he threw off his mask and kissed me so thoroughly I thought I might die from it.
Perhaps he didn’t stay the whole night, but he did let me see him for who he really is, no threatening facades. Just a deadly handsome God.
Don’t get carried away by a pretty face, I tell myself. The deadliest things are usually the most beautiful. He is no exception.
I sigh and get out of bed. I feel invigorated from last night, from being with Death, from freeing Bell, and yes, even from Surma’s death, as morbid as that sounds, and the sun feels like it’s charging my bones. I go to the wardrobe and pick out a simple dress then slip on my boots. I want to be outside for this, to soak up every ounce of sunlight. I have no idea how long it will last, because I have no idea how long I will last here. The thing between Death and I? It could go away in a second.