Though he’d asked, he didn’t start there. He bent and brushed his lips against her knee, making his way slowly.
Lexa thought she might die before he arrived, the torture was pure and blissful, heating her from the inside out. She felt his chin brush her first and then his lips, then his tongue.
“Fuck,” she breathed as the first wave of pleasure shot right through her, a warmth that sunk deep into her bones. He took his time, like there was no other place he’d rather be than right here between her thighs.
When he added his fingers, a guttural sound left her mouth, and she arched her back.
He kissed the bottom of her stomach as he watched her face.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said. “Yes, fucking perfect.”
He added another finger and then his mouth was on her clit, teasing and sucking, and her head was ringing. He built her up, took her so high, the crash left her dazed, shaken, and spent.
When she opened her eyes, Thanatos had removed his shirt, and she marveled at his physique. He was lithe but pure muscle; a literal statue carved in marble.
She rose to sit and touched him, fingers trailing over his pecs, down the center of his abs, to his cock which was still concealed beneath his pants.
“Take them off,” she said, looking up at him, her voice more of a threat than a request.
Thanatos’s eyes burned into hers, but he obeyed, and she marveled at his beauty.
“Can I touch you here?” she asked, letting the tip of her finger graze his erection.
“I think I’ll die if you don’t,” he said.
She laughed, breathless. There was a part of her that could not believe this was finally happening. As much as she wanted this moment to last forever, she also wondered how it would change her. Would she fall even more in love? Was that even possible?
Thanatos remained on his knees while Lexa’s fingers moved to the crown of his cock, smoothing beads of come over his soft skin. Above her, the God of Death groaned. Then his hands were in her hair, shifting it to the side as he watched.
“Do you like this?” she asked, as her entire fist closed around him.
“I’d be a fool not to,” he said.
She smiled. He sounded so antiquated, but she liked it.
She licked him and he tasted like salt, but it was good, and she wanted more. Thanatos blew out a breath when her mouth closed over him, fingers flexing in her hair and on his thigh. She got the feeling he was trying to keep a handle on his control, so she took him deeper, and he rose higher on his knees, hips thrusting. It wasn’t a harsh movement. It was almost like he couldn’t help it, like this all felt so good, he could only give in to instinct.
When Lexa released him, Thanatos dragged her to him and kissed her deeply, his tongue sliding gently against hers.
“I want you,” Lexa said when he pulled away.
“I’m glad you haven’t changed your mind,” he said.
She sat back and lay down on the blanket. Thanatos followed, resting on his elbows as he settled between her legs.
“Are you comfortable?” he asked.
She nodded because if she’d said no, the ground is hard as fuck, she knew he would stop. Besides, it didn’t matter because everything about this was perfect.
“I think you should guide me,” he said.
She reached between them and wiggled down until she felt him at her entrance. Thanatos bent to kiss her, rocking his hips. Lexa widened her legs to accommodate him as he moved deeper. At some point, she reached around, hands on his ass, and pulled him into her.
Lexa took a breath and Thanatos groaned low in his throat.
They stilled, reveling in this quiet moment, their bodies close.
