River of Shadows (Underworld Gods #1)(81)

And accenting his warrior body, the glowing pewter lines are everywhere, except for his face and his dick.

Speaking of his dick, it’s perfect. I knew it would be considering how he’s been using it on me, but yes, it’s the cock of a God. Thick, long and straight-up, his balls hefty enough to provide some counterbalance.

I can’t stop staring. I might even be drooling.

“I don’t blame you for taking your time,” Death muses with another wry smile, his eyes dancing in both levity and lust. “I often look at myself in the mirror that way.”

“What do the lines mean?” I ask when I find my voice.

He drops to his knees, his dick bobbing. “They represent everyone who has died. They pulse when a new soul leaves. They pulse all the time, and they have for most of my life. Death never, ever stops. These runes remind me of my role in this world and all the others.”

He grabs my thighs with his gloves and spreads my legs wide.

“Does it hurt?” I whisper, letting him handle me anyway he wants.

“It did,” he says, clearing his throat. “But you get used to things.” He grins at me salaciously. “This view, however, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this.”

He positions himself between my thighs, slowly stroking his cock with his gloved fist, holding back. I bite my lip, watching him, wanting him. The sight of him like this, on the precipice of giving in, is something to savor.

His brows furrow, a deep crease between them, his lips curling slightly, jaw tight, and I can tell he wants to push up inside me and go nuts, that it’s taking a lot of restraint for him to control himself. For once. Usually he just lets himself loose but now, with his mask off, both of us facing each other like this, naked, it feels different.

Intimate.

Vulnerable.

Raw.

His nostrils flare and his breath hitches as he guides his cock between my legs, rubbing the thick head against me, already slick with precum.

I let out a gasp. My nerves respond with shivers down my spine, my legs spreading further, craving him inside me. My hips buck up, fueled by an intense type of desperation.

The corner of his lips quirk up in a smile as his gaze skims over my body, leaving little licks of flame in its wake, a look of awe in his eyes. He shakes his head, letting out a trembling breath. “You are mine, little bird,” he whispers gruffly. “No one else’s but mine. You’ve seen what happens to those that try to take you? Try to touch you? They get touched by me.”

He reaches out with his hand, a gloved fingertip brushing over my lower lip, my mouth parting for him. “Anyone who harms you will be no more, that is my promise to you.”

He leans forward, capturing my mouth with his lips, and I’m kissing him back, lost to the ruthless tide as he starts to shove his cock inside me.

Fuck.

I’m already so wet and ravenous for him, yet there’s a pinch of pain as he pushes himself inside, until it slowly melts away into pleasure. I’m so damn tight when he’s crammed inside me like this that I feel like a virgin all over again and it’s getting hard to breathe.

“Oh,” I cry out through a ragged breath, trying to inhale, but the feelings are too much and I’m drowning in them.

Death responds in kind. He lets out a raw moan against my mouth before pulling back and sucking in a deep, shaking breath. “Fairy girl, your cunt is so tight, I think you might be trying to kill me.”

He gazes down at me with unpolished intensity and in his carnal gray eyes, I see the Death I’ve always wanted to see. No mask separating us here, nothing but skin on skin and our bodies that fit together like puzzle pieces. The way he pushes his cock in, slowly, inch by agonizing inch, makes my head loll on the floor, my mouth falling open in a breathy moan.

Pure bliss. This is the most decadent, indulgent pleasure I’ve ever felt.

“Fuck,” Death swears, his cock shoved in to the hilt. He exhales, his breath shuddering, making me shake beneath him, and he reaches out to grab my chin as he gazes at me. “This is what I’ve been missing. This is what I should have been seeing. This. You. Your face as you surrender.”

I can’t help but grin, my cheeks flushing with heat.

“Don’t be self-conscious,” he reprimands me, eyes gleaming. “I might have to punish you for it.”

“You know I can take it,” I manage to say, my voice thick, throaty, relishing the feeling of him so deep inside me. I reach down and grab his ass, all powerful muscle, and pull him into me so that he sinks even deeper.

God, yes.

He groans so loud that I feel the vibrations in my bones, the sound lighting me up, spurring all the desire inside me. We’re moving too slowly and I’m suddenly insatiable for him. I want him to fuck me, devour me, ravage me. I’m his prisoner, I’m his captive, I’m here to be fucked senseless. This is the one time I have no problems giving up power. Hell, I don’t even give it up, I readily shove it into his hands, wanting him to do his worst to me.

I want to take it all.

“I like it when you’re hungry,” he says in a husky voice. “I like how feral you become. There are so many sides to you, Hanna, I want to see them all come alive when I’m fucking you this deep.”

He pulls back, bracketing me between his massive arms, his muscles straining as he pushes himself in again, even deeper this time.