Page 54 of A Bond in Flames

I shifted, moving down his body, and his legs parted, giving me room to slide between them. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a while.”

He shoved his pillow higher behind his head and looked down, watching me. “You going to suck me, wife?”

The way he said that, dear goddess, my pussy clenched. “That was the plan.”

“Then don’t let me stop you. I’ve stroked myself to visions of this, of you right there, licking those perfect, full lips, with eyes eager and hungry.”

I squeezed my thighs together. “You have?”

“The things I’ve imagined, Zinnia—the rough, the slow and intense, the raw and fucking dirty—it’s kept me sane and driven me to madness all at the same time.”

The web of veins from his lower stomach down to his cock stood out in relief, his cock hard and thick against his flat stomach. I licked my lips. “I’ve had a few thoughts myself.”

He reached down and cupped my face, sliding his thumb over my chin, across my lower lip. Hungry but okay to wait for me to do as I pleased. “I’m sorry I walked out last night,” he said. “Sometimes, the way I feel… the things I want to tell you…” He shook his head. “I get… frustrated.”

“I noticed.” Like on the ship, how angry he was that I didn’t know whatever it was he was so desperate for me to figure out. “Are you sure you can’t just tell me whatever it is you want me to know?”

“Yes,” he said, then fisted my hair, finally losing patience. “Suck me, my consort, before I lose my sanity.”

“Your wish, my lord, is my command.” Then I wrapped my mouth around the head of his cock and sucked him down as deep as I could, which wasn’t far. His groan sent tingles of pleasure through me, and my inner muscles clamped down again.

Taking the base of his cock, I stroked as I sucked and kissed, as I teased him with my tongue, until he was panting hard, and then I took his smooth balls in my hand and massaged.

Death did an ab curl, hooked me under the arms, lifted me, spun me around, and planted me back on top of him so I was facing away. Then he gripped my hips and dragged me back until I was straddling his face. His tongue lashed my pussy, and I cried out, rocking against his mouth as I reached for his cock again and sucked him into my mouth. I could only just reach now with the height difference, and I could only suck the head into my mouth, so I used both hands to stroke the rest of his length while I sucked him as best as I could.

His tongue was relentless, working me the way he knew would get me off fast. I sucked him harder, rocking and moaning around his cock. Then he shoved two fingers inside me and sucked my clit, and I groaned, sucking him harder while I came against his mouth. His cock pulsed hard, and his hips lifted, thrusting deeper into my mouth as he came for me.

I collapsed on top of him, and he lifted me again, turning me back around like a rag doll and curling me into his side.

“Rest, love,” he said, his lips against my hair. “When you wake, I’ll fuck you and worship you until you pass out again.”

“Sounds good,” I said, wrapping my arm around his middle.

I drifted off to Death’s chuckles.

CHAPTER17

Death

“So how does Limbo work?”Zinnia asked while she braided her hair.

I hadn’t taken my eyes off her once. Everything about her fascinated me. Everything she did, everything she said. My obsession with her somehow grew with each passing day, despite trying to keep control of my feelings, despite knowing how dangerous it was. Now wasn’t the time to fall, but it was too late—I already had. Thanks to Somnus and his ambrosia, I’d told her as much.

Nothing I’d said to her had been false, I just wished I hadn’t said it, not yet. She wasn’t ready to hear it, that much had been obvious, and again, thanks to the ambrosia, I hadn’t been able to school my emotions when her avoidance of my declaration inevitably came.

I hadn’t mentioned my feelings for her since, and neither had she. The last two nights we’d fucked in my bed and laughed and talked about things that were light and amusing, not only avoiding what I’d said to her, but also the things she wanted to know that I couldn’t tell her.

Right now, she was trying to distract me from my pain. Somnus had returned to Marigold and the Dream Realm last night, and there was no telling how long it would be before I spoke to him again.

No, that depended wholly on the female watching me expectantly now. She had no idea just how much rested on her shoulders. If she did, if she knew the truth, she would probably run like hell from me, and I’d never see her again—or worse.

“What do you want to know?” I asked and stroked my hand down Hemlock’s back. I watched the play of emotions moving across Zinnia’s face and the way she chewed her pretty lower lip. It was still puffy from my kisses earlier.

If I lost her now…

Her familiar nudged my hand for another pat, stopping me from falling into that dark, hopeless pit, and I brutally shoved those thoughts aside.

“Where is everyone? Like, this place is full of spirits, and I know when a soul comes here, they’re assigned their own kind of… personal Limbo, right? But where are they?”

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