In a blurred motion, the god is in front of me again, knees pressing into the black silk bedding as he flips me onto my stomach in one fluid motion. Shadows wrap around my neck and haul me up until my back is pressed against his chest.
I catch sight of myself in the large mirror hanging on the bone wall. My body is slick, coated in sweat and desire and streaked with blood. The black wispy bands of his magic are a sharp contrast to my warm-toned skin. Drayven’s green eyes lock with mine in the reflection.
Slowly, he drags his large hand down the smooth plane of my stomach, descending to the swollen, sensitive area he’s been teasing all day. A whimper escapes from my throat when his fingers brush across it.
“Eyes on me, my light,” he commands as he positions himself at my entrance. “I want you to watch the first time you take me.”
Drayven pushes into me, inch by sinful inch. My eyes roll back on a moan and he stills.
“Ah, ah, ah,” the Dark God tsks. “If you want all of me, you will open your gorgeous fucking eyes and watch.”
He growls in delight when I meet his gaze again in the mirror, rewarding me with another inch. Drayven moves agonizinglyslow. I don’t need time to stretch or adapt to him—his magic has already prepared me enough. I want to move, to force him to end this torture by my means, but I don’t dare tear my eyes from his. He has made it clear that he’s in control, and I will only be satisfied on his terms.
A shudder wracks my body as he finally pushes all the way inside me. Magic skates across my skin as Drayven’s mouth moves to my neck, sucking gently as his shadows hold me in place. Our sweat-soaked bodies move in tandem, the sound of our moans in perfect harmony. My power blends with his, gold and black mixing in the air around us as he ruts into me.
“Fuck, Selene,” he moans as his hands knead my breasts.
“Bite me,” I command.
Drayven throws his head back on a groan, his teeth glinting in the golden light that surrounds us. His tongue grazes across the sharp points of his fangs as his eyes lock onto mine in the mirror.
“I promise I won’t hurt you…” His lips brush against my neck, his hot breath pebbling my skin. “…much.”
The god sinks his teeth into my unmarred skin. I gasp as they pierce me, but Drayven doesn’t stop moving. His tongue laps up the blood that leaks from the wounds as he thrusts harder. Something in my chest tightens, like a rope tying around my sternum and pulling taut—forever connecting me to the King of the Under Realm.
Drayven uses his teeth to open his own wrist and offers it to me. “Drink,” he orders. “Just a taste.”
I pull his wrist to my mouth and let the coppery liquid coat my tongue. Heat spreads through my body as Death’s blood mingles with mine. I feel his magic invade my every sense, solidifying the bond between us.
He pulls my hair, forcing my eyes back to the mirror to watch as he fucks me harder and faster. Blood runs from the corners of my mouth and from my neck, streaming across my breasts.
I am lost in him, and if I never find my way out, I will die happy with the Dark God of Death buried inside me.
Drayven’s breathing turns to pants and I know he’s close. He unleashes another primal growl as his hold on me tightens.
“Who is your god?”
“You are.”
“Say it again.”
“You are my god, Drayven.”
“And you are mine, Selene. In every sense of the word. Now be a good little goddess and come on my cock.”
The words have barely left his mouth before I tighten around him. Wave after wave of divine pleasure wash over me in a blinding, brilliant light. He never strays, holding the pace until I’m certain I can’t possibly come again.
But like he has all day, Drayven proves me wrong.
CHAPTER 9
DEATH
Asharp, stabbing pain jerks me from the best sleep I’ve had in centuries. The golden goddess asleep on my chest stirs at my movement but doesn’t wake. I brush a blonde curl from her cheek, lingering on the freckles that dance upon it.
This moment—with her draped across me, naked, euphoric, and completely mine—is everything I have always wanted and never dared to hope for.
Eternity in an endless void has provided me with more than enough time to contemplate my abysmal existence. I’ve spent years sitting on the once gray hills of the Eternal Meadows watching the souls yearn. They call out, longing for things lost to them. I used to wonder what it might be like to have something—or someone—worth that kind of eternal devotion.
