Page 8 of Bound to Death

I fuckingneededhim to.

“Come here, Asha,” he beckoned with a penetrating stare and seductive smile.

When did I tell him my name?

If I was smart, I’d run. If I was smart, I’d get out before I discovered what hid behind that lethal smile of his. But I guess I wasn’t as smart as I thought I was.

Tonight, I was the perfect victim.

I moved before I realized, sitting up to be closer to him. To do whatever he bid me to do. Tilting his head, the gorgeous killer grabbed me around the throat with one of his impossibly large hands, his touch possessive but surprisingly gentle, and then he brought my mouth back to his. My lips parted to moan my dangerous savior’s name, but his tongue was quicker. It filled the space of my open mouth and smothered every sound I tried to make. I clung to his wrists, his steady pulse thrumming under my clammy palms.

So, he had a heart? And it pumped blood? It was odd to be surprised, but a part of me was convinced he was dead. Or a vampire. Or maybe even a demon. But I didn’t think for a fucking second he’d have a heartbeat or blood pumping through his veins. I thought for sure that whoever Thanatos was, he’d brought Hell with him and wouldn’t need to worry about pesky things like organs and life-sustaining blood.

So, what was he?

The killer growled, a thunderous vibration that echoed from his door-wide chest before his hand sunk between my quaking thighs and widened the hole my attackers made in my pantyhose. Whining into his kiss, I tried to close my legs, but something wrapped around my thighs and kept them open. I gasped again, my legs yanked farther apart by something I couldn’t see.

Thanatos’s fingers slid over the shamefully wet lace of my thong. Thrusting his tongue between my parted lips, his mouth devoured mine. He sneaked a couple fingers under the lace and teased my clit like he knew exactly what’d get me off most. My stomach contracted, and I bit down on his lower lip by accident.

And surprisingly, he bled.

I was startled when the coppery-tang hit my tongue. I hadn’t expected someone like him to bleed. If anything, I thought he’d have unbreakable skin. But probably most shocking was the overwhelming urge to drink him—to lap up every drop like it was my own personal drug of choice.

I licked the blood off his lips, savoring the taste, drunk on it. My head slowly fell back in a tipsy daze, affected by whatever witchcraft was in his blood.

Thanatos groaned, his hold on my jaw clenching. “Fuck. I never thought I’d love it so much when you finally bit back, but do it again. As much as you’d like. I want my blood inside you.”His eyes glinted, catching the moonlight. “Like my cock will be, little raven.”

His other hand slipped into my red hair and yanked my head farther back. I swallowed a moan, a hard throb hitting between my legs where his fingers still tormented me. I fought to stay off the edge. I was going to come if he rubbed any harder. The quake in my thighs and tension in my lower belly told me so. But worse than that, I was so thirsty. I yearned for the same thing he did.

Dark hair fell around Thanatos’s eyes, giving him a crazed look as he watched me—the willing prey who wanted nothing more than to be eaten. His jaw clenched and the cords along his neck strained. Wetting his lips, the killer’s white-hot gaze dropped back to my mouth. With another feral sound, the hand in my hair tightened, and his thumb rubbed my clit without mercy.

“Thanatos…” I moaned.

Biting my neck hard enough to get a gasp, he penetrated me with two of his fingers, scissoring them inside. My pussy clenched around them, fighting but desperate for it. Finally, he kissed me hard enough to suck the air out of my lungs, whispering against my lips, “Bite me, little raven.”

Scratching my nails down his back, I did exactly what I was told. I bit him. It was out of character for me, but I blamed the fact that this was all a dream. Come tomorrow and I’d unpack the fucked-up things I did here. But for now, I gave into the urge to do whatever he commanded.

I tasted his blood again, no longer hesitating. It was rich and delightful. Nothing like I’d expect. Nothing like real life. He tasted like sin, delicious and forbidden. My lower half throbbed and clenched harder around his fingers, and his satisfied growl was enough to make me brazenly fuck myself on his hand. After a second, his blood coated my throat, and I couldn’t help the sounds of feral need leaving my throat. I continued to drink it like I’d been thirsty forever.

Before I understood what was happening, I was on my back, arms tied up to the headboard by something I couldn’t see with his head between my legs. I stared down in shock, confused by the black wrapping around my thighs to keep them bent, open, and immobile. Looking up, the same darkness wrapped around my joined arms. I tested the feeling, unable to pull or move.

Am I being bound by…fucking shadows?

Again, I should be mortified. I’d been attacked only a short time ago, and here I was with some stranger who’d been the one to tear them apart, becoming his sexy plaything with barely two words exchanged between us. Bound by shadows, no less, and completely at his mercy. I should want to run for my life, to fear for my future with his head between my legs, but I didn’t. Not even a little bit. I wanted it, too. Call it the suspension bridge effect or temporary madness, but I was willing to sell my soul to the Devil just to have one night with him.

This is a dream.

It was the permission I needed to enjoy it, and when his tongue finally tasted where I was ridiculously wet for him, my head flew back and my chest pushed off the bed, surrendering the way I wanted to from the very beginning.

Because this was a fucking dream.

Chapter Five

Thanatos

How fucking beautiful was this creature? What right did she have being so gorgeous bathed in moonlight and wrapped in my shadows?

I couldn’t keep the darkness away. My shadows wanted her as desperately as I did. They were me by extension, but tonight, I didn’t have any control over them. They sought her out, moving to touch and wrap around her without thought or command.

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