“You are my Jude. I don’t need heaven. Just you.” She groaned as her hands went to my face and pulled me closer to connect our lips, her body flushed against mine, every thrust became slower and harder. I’d never felt this level of intimacy before. Her words sliced me open, and my heart beat solely for her. With her wrapped around me, I felt forged anew, and I would fight for this . . . for us. Selene was worth everything, even if I had to raise an army of the dead to take on the world.
Tendrils of my power broke free and curled around her like a dark smoke.
“Oh yes!” she cried out, as my tendrils of death caressed her skin. Being near death had euphoric sensations for her, and when she kissed me, it was like she kissed death.
Death ran in my veins, and only she could handle that from me. I flexed my power more, sending a flare of its strength into her house. The pulse of it hit her as I fucked her harder. She screamed and her pussy clamped down on me as her release hit. Every muscle in my body tensed from the sudden sensation and I came with a roar that shook the wall behind her writhing body.
Our breathing echoed around the hall as I lowered us to the floor, her body tangled around mine like an octopus.
“I . . .” She couldn’t form words, and I knew the feeling.
“Yeah.” After a few minutes of recovery, I’d be lunging for her body again.
“I’ve never had anything like . . . Wait. Why is my leg wet?”
I felt something wet touch my ass.
“Oh my God! I forgot to turn off the bath water!” She rose off my cock and scrambled for the bath that had overflowed into the hallway, soaking her floors and us.
Chapter Twenty- Five
Selene
“Oh that feels so good.” I moaned at the bliss being massaged into my body.
“Don’t do that, or you’re going to make me attack you again,” Jude warned as he massaged my foot in the tub. After I’d turned off the water, I grabbed some towels to clean up the mess that had spread into my hallway. Jude saw me bent over with my ass in the air and couldn’t help himself. Apparently, my ass called to him.
My water bill was going to be high for this month so once we were done with round two of mind-blowing orgasms we decided to soak in the bath together. It was the right cozy temperature and we fit OK for a tub with two people in it.
“What do you dream of, Selene?” We’d been asking each other questions for the past ten minutes, trying to learn everything there was to know about the other. The way his eyes lit up and how he smiled was nice. He cared what I said and he was easy to talk to. I liked it.
“I don’t have big dreams. Maybe that would be appalling to some people, but I just want to live a happy life. Be around people who get me, smile, help those in need as best as I can. What about you?” As soon as I asked, I wanted to take back those words. Jude didn’t let himself dream, not with his looming death. His head dipped, and he focused on his masterful fingers on the arch of my foot.
“When I was younger, when I thought I still had a chance of living past thirty, I wanted to get married, have a pet, and do something meaningful. All the other bullshit made me feel joy for a short time, like skydiving and traveling. I did all that because when you know you are gonna die, you try to knock stuff off your bucket list, but you tend to stay away from the deep stuff. You know?”
I understood him, but I felt the opposite after my own experience with death. Life was short whether you knew when it would end or not. You had to live and do what you wanted now, even experience heartbreak from falling in love.
“I’ll marry you.” Jude’s fingers stilled and his head flew up instantly upon hearing my three little words.
“Jesus, Selene, you don’t waste time.” He laughed and shook his head.
“It’s your dream, and you only have this life. Why would you not do something that you truly want?”
I would marry him, not because of pity but because I enjoyed him. I missed him like hell in the week we didn’t talk. His presence gave me a peace I never knew before, not to mention the amazing things he does with his body to mine. One life. That’s it.
“You don’t want that.” He couldn’t wrap his head around the idea that I was telling the truth, which was fine, I guess some people wouldn’t leap that quickly.
“I do, but that’s OK. I’m fine just being with you.” I pulled my foot from his slack grip and maneuvered my lips toward his. We needed a distraction from the thoughts of his death and I could think of a few things that would empty my mind quickly.
“Siren,” he murmured as my lips pressed against his, my thighs straddling his hips as his growing cock bobbed up to meet my core.
“I’m not the kind of siren that will lure you to your death, I’m the kind that lures you away from it.” I tried to give hopeful thoughts, as I kissed my way down his neck, and then to his wet chest.
“If you’re the last thing I feel when I die, I’ll die a happy man.” He groaned as I bit lightly against his nipple.
“No dying. No more talk of dying. Jude, we’re gonna figure this out, and then you are gonna bang me on the hood of your sexy car the day after your birthday. Do you understand?” I sat up and rubbed my core against his considerable length, teasing him.
“Yeah, I do.” His hands kneaded my breasts and I positioned him beneath me, then sank down slowly.
