Shivering, I did as he said. Pulling myself up and off him, still slowly but not as slow as when I lowered myself down again. It was so damn intense I was barely breathing by the fourth repetition. My chest heaved as I struggled to breathe.
Raiden’s arms tightened, holding me there. In the place where he was so deep, I could taste his cum on my tongue.
“You’re fucking perfect, baby,” he breathed in my ear. “So good at pleasing me. Making me feel good.”
My dick throbbed with need at every word.
“My turn. Will you let me use your sweet ass, honey?”
“Yes,” I groaned. “Please. Fill me, Raid.”
“Always.”
He didn’t take his arms off me. Still holding me, vice-like, to his chest. But somehow, he managed long, drawn out thrusts as I gripped him tightly. I stared into the gray sky where a streak of lightning flashed overhead. Feeling the way his body speared mine.
So deep. Stretching me so wide. Stabbing at my prostate as if he was slowly sinking a bayonet into his victim. Pressing hard into that spot. Cum pooled on my stomach, dripping down to the base of my dick and then further to my balls.
The blanket finally slipped off us completely and our lovemaking was on display for the storm overhead. Raiden pushed into me again, holding me there. Shoving me down, as if he were trying to get deeper.
Each time he did, I could feel my fear prodding at my mind. Trying to push its way through my arousal. Warning me that this could be the last time we’re like this. That everything could slip away.
My inhale was shaky as tears stung my eyes. Raiden slid out, held, and then pushed back in, using his strength to skewer me deeply. I swallowed around the lump in my throat because I could feel that he shared the same fear. It was written there in the long, drawn-out rocking of his hips. How we gripped onto each other. How shaky our breaths were. How desperately we clung together when he pushed in deeper and deeper, holding there for several seconds.
“I love you,” I said, a tear trickling down my cheek.
Raiden nodded. I felt his swallow. His fingers dug into my ribs, making the pain mix with the pleasure of his cock jammed tight against my prostate. He didn’t answer for a minute, and I thought he was too choked up to do so. Too lost in his own fear.
When he answered the same, it was low. Filled with a panicking kind of fear. He rearranged his arms on me as he picked up his thrusts.
It was still long, slow movements punctuated by deep pauses, but he worked on our orgasms now instead of just feeling. Building mine until I was ready to combust. I didn’t want to. I wanted to stay like this forever. If we could lose ourselves in this world, in this moment, then nothing could be taken from us. We’d exist just like this.
But then his hand closed around my dick. While I generally get off without anyone or anything touching my dick, when someone did, it was immediately combustion. This time was no different. The strangled cry that left my mouth had my entire body spasming, my muscles stiffening.
And then his release followed in the middle of mine, filling my ass as his cock throbbed. I could feel his cum drip down my ass cheeks. The feel of it made another weak string of cum pulse out of me until I slumped in his arms.
Raiden’s arms remained tight around my torso, holding me in place. Keeping his softening dick as deep inside me as he could while we caught our breaths. The sky finally opened, and a light drizzle of rain fell around us.
His hot breath on my skin made me shiver. The blanket had fallen somewhere, and I couldn’t be bothered to reach for it or I’d dislodge Raiden. That wasn’t an option. I loved this closeness.
Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and let my body relax into him. I could feel his heart pounding against my back. It made me smile, knowing that I made him feel that way.
“Love you,” he murmured, pressing light kisses to my sweaty skin. “So much.”
“So much,” I agreed. There weren’t words for how much. And that’s why the pang in my chest was so deep-seated and not at all being dislodged. I’d lost a husband. For real. Koh had died. It was a fucking miracle that the Nephilim had been able to bring him back.
But I’d lost him.
That knowledge was rooted in my heart like a thorn. Each beat was an ache, reminding me that this was all fragile. That our time together wasn’t guaranteed. We weren’t immortal and could die at any moment.
I’d never be whole again.
“Stop,” Raiden murmured in my ear, biting on the shell. “I know you’re scared. We all are. But don’t lose yourself in your fear, Bronte.”
“I’m trying not to,” I answered. My fingers dug into his thighs as I tried to keep my shaking to a minimum.I was trying. Really. But the most unsettling feeling of everything slipping away was right there. As if it hung just out of reach. Teasing me that it was coming.
And yet, what were we doing but waiting for that moment? Waiting until we had to fight for our lives again and hoping it wasn’t going to happen. That Silence would move on.
We all knew that wasn’t going to happen.
