Page 9 of Bound to Death

But, fuck, did my little raven look good bound by my shadows. Her milky-white skin contrasted their darkness beautifully, and I couldn’t get enough of the sight. I wanted to brand it into my memory and paint it on a large canvas so I could look on it whenever I wanted. Even if it meant that every other horseman questioned its origin.

Asha followed the shadows moving over her body with curiosity, not fear. As if she wanted to touch them and find out what they could do. But they kept her locked to the bed, leaving the curious human to watch their slithery descent with her captivating green eyes.

Of course, she thought tonight was a dream, so my shadows binding and snaking across her limbs didn’t seem odd. It was all part of a cleverly constructed dream. I thought for sure I wanted to come to her as a nightmare, but the fact that I hadn’t settled inside my chest like it pleased me. Why would it matter how she felt about me?

I was her nightmare come to life.

The monster under her bed.

“Are…are you controlling them?” Asha asked out of nowhere, dragging me out of my spiraling thoughts.

Grinning, I leveled my intense, all-seeing eyes on her. “Does it scare you?”

Her breathing was shallow, but she quickly shook her head, denying it so strongly it made my eyebrow quirk in amusement. “It’s just weird. I know this is a dream, but it all feels so…real.”

Because it is, little raven.

My shadows might be what touched and imprisoned her first, but it was I who needed to own the little human. Every fucking inch of her.

I wrapped squeezing hands around her soft thighs, addicted to how every part of her body was made exactly to my liking. Fucking perfection. That was the danger of this woman, no doubt—she was created to be my greatest temptation and my most terrifying weakness.

My cock throbbed and pushed against my pants, demanding I sink into her heat and spill every dark part of myself as deep as I could. Lay claim to her in ways no other person could. But I denied myself the treat. For now.

I wanted to savor her.

Her chest hitched when I licked her wet opening, tasting it for the first time. Even this part of her was made for me. Utterly fucking delicious. And I was starving. Had been for a long time. It took every ounce of control I had left not to dive into her and force the length of my tongue as deep as it would go.

Instead, I slowly traced the soft outer parts, teasing the places that made her thighs quiver with the urge to clench. My shadows kept her legs wide open for me, but I wouldn’t mind the little human using all her strength to crush my head between them.

“Oh, fuck. Just like that,” she groaned, her voice cutting out a little at the end. It made it nearly impossible to focus. My cock was already so hard it could puncture through the pants I wore.

Wouldn’t that be a sight? How would the little human react to my dick slicing through fabric, I wondered? Certainly amusing to imagine her face should I let it.

Asha arched and swiveled as much as my shadows allowed, stealing my focus instantly. The sight of the gorgeous thing writhing from the pleasure I gave her got my dick fucking throbbing.

I’d never craved someone like this. Never thought about the endless ways I could have them or make them writhe in pleasure. Or how to forever bind them to me so I never had to let go of this feeling. I was ready to be buried inside her. Fuckingdyingfor it as ironic as that was coming from Death himself. It was all I could think about with her taste on my tongue and her moans in my ears.

She was finally mine to ripen and devour.

Her lustful gaze stayed with mine, living for everything I did to her without asking. She couldn’t wait for what was next, and I couldn’t wait to show her what no mortal was capable of giving her. How would she respond to the piercings running the length of my cock? Would her mouth grow wet? Would her legs go weak, her pulse quicken, and her pussy clench imagining all the ways I’d fuck her with it?

If she didn’t care for the piercings, they were easy to remove, but most women enjoyed them. Not that I had time for many, but I’d gotten the occasional craving to have a woman under me. Honestly, it was Zelus’s idea in the first place, the kinky fuck. He'd talked me into doing it, saying“Give those human bitches pleasure they’d never forget.”I knew better to listen to Zelus go on about his sexual prowess, but I’d grown fond of the effect it had on the women I bent over to satisfy an urge.

If I wanted, I could change my appearance to match whatever she preferred. I chose this form because it was closest to how I saw myself, but being Death meant I could shift to be whoever or whatever she wanted. Still, the fear of the little human rejecting this form was unexpected. As if I was…self-conscious? Concerned she’d reject me? But I was Death. Death didn’t get self-conscious or worry about whether or not he was wanted.

Granted, I’d never been refused by anyone.

I sucked her wet pussy into my mouth and grazed my lengthened canines over the petal-soft flesh I found there. Herwanting moan nearly caused me to sink my fangs into her, but I wouldn’t. Not tonight. Tonight was about the euphoric pleasure I could give her without biting. I’d save the taste of her blood for another night. A night when she was ready to surrender her soul to me.

Asha fought the restraints keeping her locked to the headboard, pleading with the darkness to release her, but I liked her bound and didn’t send them away. If anything, I beckoned more to join. Several snaked across her gorgeous white flesh and teased her body into another beautiful curve.

I dragged a hand down her chest and stomach, obsessed with how quickly my nails left red marks across her obscenely pale skin. Lifting the little human off the bed, my shadows released her to me, but only enough so I could have her the way I wanted her.

Greedy darkness. But then again, so was I.

Having Asha under my command was too good to end this early into the night. If she cried for me to send them away again, maybe I’d give in. I smirked. But probably not.

“Thanatos…” she begged, stomach retracting sharply when my tongue penetrated her. “Please, just fuck me already. I can’t take it anymore.”

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