Gods, for him I’d doanything.
I set a rhythm based on the cant of his hips, the squeeze of his fingers on the sheets. I dipped my head and took him as far back into my throat as I could to the rhythm of his heartbeat echoing in my head. When it started to speed and I’d slicked my neck and his pelvis with saliva, he jerked his hands up and tangled them in my hair again. There was one moment where he used the leverage to pull me down. I went eagerly, swallowing and choking around him… and then groaned, the sound hoarse,when he pulled me up. Cole’s nails scratched sweetly against my scalp when my head instantly dropped, my lips finding his thighs, the sweet shelf of his hip. His body was truly a place of worship, a house filled with all the holy thoughts of heaven and hell he’d ever had.
It lived in that sweet little hollow that trailed down and led me to the juncture of his thigh.
“Sephtis,” he moaned. I was so caught up in letting my tongue run lazy circles over his balls that I didn’t lift my head right away. Not until he yanked on my hair again.
“Mmmm?” It was the best I could do for a response.
“Kiss me.” The demand was hot and breathy. I glanced up the length of his body to see his lower lip was shining slick with saliva where he’d had it between his teeth… a slightly swollen affirmation that I’d been doing this right. When I moved to crawl up his chest, Cole tangled his fingers in my hair and held me in place. “No,kiss me, Sephtis. Right where you are.”
I still didn’t realize what he meant until he spread his legs further, drawing one knee up in the most obscene display of desire I’d ever seen.
Oh.
Just the thought of what he was asking made my cock jerk, my balls draw up tight. I didn’t know how to tell him I wasn’t sure I’d be able to surviveanyof this… that I was fairly certain I’d learned, after all, exactly how to unmake a Reaper.
He was taking me apart one little piece at a time. I was going to erupt into flames, turn to pure ash.
I wondered if that would be enough to show him that he was everything I’d ever wanted—the only thing I could ever love. Every piece of me that had been missing since my creation.
He was perfect.
“Cole…” I licked my lips, my eyes drifting along the path he’d laid out for me. Even here, the soft curve of his ass, the puckerof his hole… I’d never seen anything as gorgeous. I shifted on the bed, sliding down and pulling his other leg over my shoulder so I could lift him. His fingers caught in my hair, stroking the strands in praise as I ran my nails along the curve of his cheek to expose him further.
“Kiss me,” he said again, and I was helpless to do anything but give in to his demands.
I was as eager here as I was with his mouth, my tongue darting out to circle his hole and stroke against it. He tasted clean here too, but warm beneath it. Cole’s fingers in my hair spasmed again, and his hips rocked up. He ground his ass against my face, demandingmore.
More.
Everything.
I opened my mouth and laved against him in earnest, licking and lapping until saliva ran down my chin and he was panting and rocking beneath me. Somewhere in the midst of it all, my hips had caught a rhythm against the soft sheets. I was rocking in time with the motion of my mouth, and I was so hard I could barely think around it. All I could do was move andfocuson the way he felt, how that tightness was giving way ever so slightly the more I licked. When I stiffened the tip of my tongue and played against his entrance, he let out a cry and nearly came off the bed.
My fingers on his hips clenched, dragging him closer.
It wasn’t enough.
I needed more.
I needed it just as much as he did.
I pressed into him again, and Cole thrust against me hard enough that I felt his muscles give way. I felt the heat of him slip around my tongue and grip me, and it was too much.
Fuck, it was too much.
I didn’t realize what was happening until my body clenched and I jerked, and the low, rumbling growl that tore from memade Cole rear back. My vision was hazy, and pleasure flooded through every nerve I’d never known existed until I met him. It was like before, in the lake. Something so good I couldn’t think around it. Couldn’t breathe around it. There was just Cole and the taste of him on my tongue.
Cole, whose hands were finding my shoulders while he flipped me over. Cole… whose fingers wrapped around my cock and milked the orgasm out of me while I squirmed beneath him and cried out.
When I finally found the strength to open my lids, he was there between my legs, his hand still around my length, fingers stroking the overly sensitive flesh until I spasmed again and another little burst of cum joined the pool on my waist.
“Sorry,” I gasped. I hadn’t meant… I wanted to makehimfeel good. It hadn’t been about me at all, but apparently he was too much for me to resist. Too much, and I’d neverfeltanything like this.
“Don’t.” He leaned down, dipping between my legs to run his tongue along the length of my softening cock. “Don’t apologize. Just tell me you can take more.” He sucked me into his mouth, licking my release from my tip and making me groan.
I wasn’t sure if I could take more, but I was willing to die trying.
