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The pause and breath she took left me oddly anxious, but when she let it go and a ghost of a smile lifted her mouth, the tension in my body eased.

“Yes, I’ll give you everything.”

Fuck.

With her consent, I no longer cared what I’d come for. She was mine now.

All mine.

Chapter Six

Asha

Where had this man come from? Shows I’d watched? Books I’d read? What in the actual fuck was happening with mydreams these days? And why did it feel like I’d sold my soul the second I agreed to give him everything?

Thanatos didn’t wait. His kiss overpowered sense. His tongue conquered every space in my mouth. The darkness moved with him when he rocked his waist and thrust his huge, pierced cock inside of me. I’d never felt anything like it. Each silver ball stimulated a different part, and the sensation of them as he fucked me was entirely unique. It wasn’t terrible. No, if anything, it felt surprisingly good.

The loud slap of his hips cut through the sound of our heavy, lustful breathing. Sensation swarmed and flooded my lower half and was already too much to handle. The blissful stimulation wasn’t something I could adequately put into words. It hit like a storm. Like a motherfucking disaster. Without question, I’d be a whole new person when this gorgeous demon was done with me.

My spine curved, but what I could only describe as shadows come to life kept me from bending as far as I would've liked. The dark-haired bad boy’s tongue dipped in and out of my mouth while his unforgiving cock sunk into me over and over without mercy. I’d never been this close to death until Thanatos fucked me like it was his intention to take my body and soul tonight.

It went against who I was to give into him, but I’d done it almost gleefully. I blamed the dream me who was desperate for a good fuck.

I’d been with assholes who thought they knew how to pleasure a woman, but really, all they knew how to do was pleasure themselves and pretend they’d rocked our world. Live in a delusion that they were the greatest sex we’d ever had. It happened enough times that it wasn’t an exception; it was the rule. But Thanatos wasn’t dominating my body to meet his own selfish end. If anything, from the way he thrust and found every sensitive place inside and out, his motive was to destroy me with pleasure.

And I wasn’t ready for it.

Bliss had never hit me so quickly. The storm came on hard and fast, and I couldn’t catch my breath. All I managed to do was react. To curve, shift, and fight the invisible hold on my body. I just had to hope that at some point, he’d have mercy on me.

“Fuck! Oh…fuck. Wait a goddamn minute, you sexy jerk—” I barely bit out, electric sensation slicing down my spine and stimulating my flesh with every possessive shift of his hips.

Instead of waiting, Thanatos kissed me harder. Fucked me like a goddamn madman. Dominated every part of me like the demon he was. And the smack of his waist between my thighs was a vicious echo in my ears.

The elusive dance of his powerful form was mesmerizing. Shadows played across his smooth flesh, permitting short glimpses of how much strength he put into dominating every part of me. Every muscle tensed and released—a visual story of his determination to make me his in every shift and clench.

His glowing eyes lifted, connecting with mine. No man had ever looked at me the way Thanatos did. Like he’d devour me whole. Like I couldn’t run anywhere he wouldn’t find me. Like he’d chase me to the ends of the Earth to keep me by his side. And fuck, it got to me like nothing ever did. I wanted him to chase me. To be the beast in the night, and I, its eager meal.

Thanatos’s hand wrapped around my jaw, angling my face so he could drive his tongue into my mouth. I’d seen how long it was, but he was a goddamn genius at using it. Flicking, coiling, and tasting me like he couldn’t get enough. I wanted to reach out and hold onto him so I could anchor myself to this moment, but I couldn’t move. These damn shadows kept me restrained in the most infuriating way.

“No, no, little raven,” the Devil in disguise whispered into my ear, slamming his cock into me several more times. I moaned his name and fought to stay off the edge. “You should be demandingI fuck you harder. Tell me how much you enjoy my cock inside you. Beg me to make you come. I just might give you what you want.”

Holy shit.

I’d mocked dirty talk. Emily loved it. I, on the other hand, hadn’t met a single guy who didn’t make me burst out laughing when he tried to call me a dirty whore or shamelessly narrated what he planned to do to me. This dude, though, was on another level entirely. The way he growled each word and squeezed my ass to emphasize he’d make good on every threat, every promise, the way he wrapped his hand around my throat and dominated the senses—well, let’s just say that I got it now, Emily. Holy shit, I got it so fucking hard.

The beautiful killer’s face came into view, his hips slowing, and I watched his expression in confusion. The smirk he wore a short second later was nearly as scary as the one he’d given Bad Lay after dismembering his frat boy buddies.

The shadows wrapped around my body receded, finally permitting movement. But his hand was quickly on my throat, fingers pressing firmly at both sides. He could kill me, but he wouldn’t. Instead, it was instant pleasure. Nothing like those amateurs who cut off a girl’s windpipe. Not that I’d ever let them. This was how it was supposed to go. The gorgeous killer knew his way around a woman’s body. Or more importantly, how to choke someone for pleasure.

Please, don’t let me ever wake up from this dream.

Back arching, I bit my lower lip, and my insides clamped down on his pierced length. His approving groan, full of pleasure and promise, made my thighs clench at his sides. The same way I got off on what he was doing to me, he got off on the effect it had on me.

“That’s it. You look so good with my hand around your throat, surrendering like the good prey you are,” he growled,his powerful waist moving again. “How does it feel to have this monster’s cock inside of you? Does it feel like a sin, little raven?”

Before I could respond, Thanatos flipped me over, grabbed my hair, and fucked me doggy style with as much intensity as before. One of his hands gripped my hip in aggressive possession, and then he drove me back onto his cock. Each thrust hit its mark, washing sensation into my thighs every time. I struggled to stay upright on shaky arms, but Thanatos never slowed for a goddamn second.

Sex like this didn’t exist in real life. I was sorry to say I’d never been fucked brainless before this dream. And I’d also never worried about what would happen to me if he kept plowing into me the way he was. Could I come back from a violent fuck like this, or would it forever be branded on my body? This might be a dream, but the fear of what it’d do to me after was real.

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