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“I’ll need to hold you steady,” he said.

His hand was out from under his head and wrapped around my waist before I could tell him no. He lifted me like I weighed nothing, putting me where he wanted me, and all thoughts of stopping him from touching me flew from my mind when he opened his mouth over my pussy and dragged his tongue through my center.

His deep moan was so incredibly sexy, my hips rolled on their own. He gripped me tighter, holding me down on his face with more force, and my head dropped back as he used that tongue with the kind of skill only a male who’d been alive since almost the dawn of time could have. I was shuddering and sweating, crying out with every skilled swipe of his tongue and every suck of those perfect lips.

I tried to hold back, to make it last, but I couldn’t; I came with a scream. Death locked his arms around my hips, holding me down on his mouth, sucking and feasting on my pussy as I came against his lips.

When I collapsed, he dragged me down his body, thrust his long, thick fingers in my hair, and took my mouth in a claiming kiss that had my world spinning. I’d had every intention of being the one in control, but I didn’t try to stop him when he worked his legs between mine and forced me to spread wide with his bent knees, or when he hooked me around the waist, just above my ass, and lined the head of his hard cock up with my opening.

I expected him to slam inside me, but he didn’t; his entire body trembled, but somehow, he held back. “You need to control how much of me you take. I don’t want to hurt you, but after seeing you fight those demons, after almost losing you, after how long I’ve waited for you, the force of the hunger I’m feeling is dangerous, and I would rather die before hurting you… so please, my perfect, feisty, beautiful little witch, put me out of my misery and fuck me the way we both need it.”

CHAPTER12

Death

Zinnia wriggled her hips,her hot, slick pussy scalding the head of my cock. My arm banded around her tighter, and she whimpered. “You’re going to break my spine, Mors, and then no one will be fucking anyone,” she said, panting.

I quickly let up my grip, which felt impossible in that moment, but somehow, I did it. I wrapped her wild red hair around my fist and sucked and kissed the skin along her throat, her shoulder. Gods, I wanted to take a fucking bite out of her, that’s how deep my hunger went. I wanted to suck and bite and crush her to me. None of it was enough; nothing would bring her close enough to me.

Throughout my life, I’d been tipped into madness of the darkest and most twisted kind, but nothing had ever made me feel as out of control as this moment. I’d waited for her for so long, so long I’d been without my consort, and now I would finally claim her. Gods help anyone who tried to take her from me. Not this time. This time, I would keep her; this time, she would stay.

She squirmed against me, her hips wriggling, working the head of my cock inside her. I gritted my teeth, breathing hard, trying to stop my heart from exploding out of my chest and my hips from slamming up. “That’s it, nice and easy,” I said, the opposite of everything I was feeling. But my precious consort came first, in everything. My wants and needs, my desires, they all came second to hers. She thought I was the one in control, that I controlled her, but nothing could be further from the truth—I was her servant.

She was my queen, and I would worship at her feet until the end of time. All she had to do was trust me.

Believe in me.

Stay with me.

Want me.

She whimpered again, but this time because she pushed down, taking more of me inside her.

“Oh fuck,” she gasped and rocked her hips, the wet sound of her cunt making me insane as she worked the inch of my cock she’d managed to take, letting it stretch her before taking more. “You’re too big,” she moaned, then took more, sinking her teeth into my shoulder.

I almost fucking came. Gripping her ass, I barely held on to my sanity. “You were made for me, Zinnia. The fates chose you for me,” I growled out. “We will fit together, I promise you.” Her pussy, tight and scalding, swallowed more, and I locked my muscles so I didn’t thrust upward. “Feel good, little witch?”

She rolled her hips again and took more. “I-I think I’m losing my… my mind,” she said with another roll, right there with me. “Oh goddess, you’re… it’s…” She shuddered. “Fuck,” she hissed and started rocking on top of me. Each time she took more, her needy sounds grew, until she had every hard inch buried inside her. “Mors,” she groaned my name like a cry for help.

“It’s okay, Zinnia. Relax…” She moaned against my throat as she carefully rocked her hips.Fucking hell. My eyes rolled back. “That’s it. Now show me how good it feels. Show me,” I said, gripping her hips and encouraging her to move again.

She wrapped her arms around my head, and then her mouth came down on mine, feeding me her needy kisses and panted breaths while she started to move. “Yes,” she whimpered against my mouth. “So good.”

I let the reins slip, just a little, and lifted my hips, desperate to get closer.

“Oh fuck,” she said; then my little consort completely lost control. My sweet, feisty witch moved faster, giving me everything she had until she was begging me for more.

Gripping her hips, I gave it to her. I pulled her down as I thrust up, filling her deep. The feel of her wrapped around me, of her holding me so tight, of her wanting me, was so sublime, she had me spinning. Gods, I was back in the night sky because my precious consort had me seeing the stars.

“Mors,” she moaned.

My name on her lips had my hips snapping up, meeting hers with force, making her cry out. I’d be worried I’d hurt her, but she was so wet that I was gliding in and out of her with ease, and her moans hadn’t stopped and were full of pleasure, not pain.

Then Zinnia sucked my lips one last time and sat up, planted her hands on my chest—right over the stars tattooed there—and swiveled her hips. No, she definitely wasn’t in any pain. Her head fell back as she took from me exactly what she needed.

I watched her in awe. “Take what you need,” I growled. My wild, willful consort. My beautiful warrior. A female of power and intelligence, of beauty and warmth.

She was everything.

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