Page 36 of A Bond in Flames

Well, shit. I needed to turn this back on him and make him see how hypocritical he was being. I could guarantee he hadn’t had any dry spells. “What about you?” I asked, taking a deep, steadying breath and climbing onto the bed. He tracked me as I crawled up beside him, his hands slipping from beneath his head.

“Keep your hands where they are,” I said, and he growled again. “Answer the question. When was the last time you had sex?”

“A very long time ago, with my consort, before she was taken from me,” he said, then, ignoring my order, reached out and slid his fingers down my cheek. “I’ve been waiting a very long time for you, Zinnia.”

He was telling the truth; there was no doubting what I saw in his eyes and on his face. “Why?” I whispered, my throat tight with an emotion that surprised me.

“Because I didn’t want anyone else.”

None of this made sense. Could he only be with females destined to be his? Or was he just that into monogamy? There was so much I didn’t know and desperately wanted to, but now was not the time to ask. Now, I was going to be the first for Death after what could be hundreds of years of celibacy. Curling my fingers around his wrist, I took his hand from my face, put it back behind his head, then grinned at him. “Well then, my lord, I’m about to rock your world.”

A grin broke out across his face, and it was like it had the force of a thousand stars behind it, its impact like a sucker punch to the sternum. “Show me what you’ve got,” he said, and there was no missing the teasing note to his voice.

My heart crashed into my ribs like a car in a head-on collision. “Well now, that sounds like a challenge.”

His grin slipped. “Now, Zinnia—”

“Did I tell you I liked to take things slow?”

He growled. “We’ll go slow next time.”

I tutted and cupped his square jaw as zaps of electricity shot through me, making me squirm. Kissing Death had been on my mind a lot. At first, it had been unimaginable, but now? Goddess, he had those utterly perfect lips and the thought of it, the temptation, had become too much to ignore. “Making out really gets me in the mood.” I was about to make out with a god. I’d laugh and scream—both at the same time—but I was too turned on in that moment to do anything but try to remember to do the whole oxygen thing.

“You’re already in the mood. I can smell it. Your cunt is hot and slick and more than ready for me,” he said through clenched teeth. “Kiss me, but do it while you fuck me.”

The please went unsaid, but it hung between us. Death didn’t beg, despite what he said earlier, and he’d get no mercy here, not tonight. For the first time since I started coming to Limbo, I was the one with all the power, and in this, I needed it.

Sliding closer, I lay beside him and pressed my naked body to his. I was trembling, but there was nothing I could do about that. “Don’t move,” I rasped as I leaned in and pressed a kiss to his jaw. “Stay right where you are.”

He hissed. “Do you enjoy torturing me, little witch?”

“Doesn’t this feel good? Having me pressed against you?”

“You know it does.” He was panting now.

“Then stop complaining and let me kiss you.” I lifted up to my elbows, so I was looking down at him, and studied his handsome face. “You have perfect lips. I’ve thought about kissing them a lot.”

“Zinnia,” he said, his voice full of raw hunger.

I dragged my nose along his throat and kissed the corner of his mouth. “You smell really good, like dark spices.” He was shaking as well. Goddess, he was perfection. I pressed my mouth to his, and he groaned against my lips, then jolted as if he was about to pounce, but I reached back and grabbed his wrists, reminding him to keep them where they were.

Slowly, I ran my lips over his, reveling in their firm warmth, then dragged my tongue along his lower lip, desperate to taste him. My body was on fire, my nipples impossibly hard against his chest, and the pulse between my thighs was so damn deep, I couldn’t stop myself from sliding on top of him, from straddling his hard body as I opened my mouth to slide my tongue deep into his mouth. He groaned again as his tongue slid against mine.

My hips rocked all on their own, working my pussy against his hard stomach, while I made out with Death like it was the end of the world, and I guess it kind of was—my world, anyway.

His skin was scalding hot against mine, and there was no way he couldn’t feel how wet I was now. Kissing him was addictive. I could stay where I was all day and just kiss while rubbing up against him, but my body was screaming for more.

“Up,” Death growled against my lips. “Sit on my face. Let me taste you.”

I lifted my head a little and stared into his otherworldly eyes. “That sounded like an order.”

His gaze seared mine. “Please.”

His plea rolled through me, making me shudder, and my pussy clenched hard with need. Death never begged for anything, but he was, for me. How could I deny him? Why would I want to? Licking my lips, I slid higher.

“Yes,” he said. “That’s it.”

I kept going until I was sitting on his chest.

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