Page 58 of A Single Thread Of Hope

I covered her plush lips with my finger. “Stop apologizing.”

She nipped the end of the finger, making me groan softly. She looked up at me, her eyes big and shiny and full of desire. It was an expression I dreamed of every night, and woke up aching for every morning.

“Cy?”

“Mhm?”

“Will you make love to me? Prove that I’m still here, even if I’m not alive?”

My whole body shuddered with need, or relief, or something visceral. “Every day for the rest of my immortal life, if you’ll let me.”

She gave a watery chuckle. “Do you think it counts as necrophilia?”

The laugh that burst out of me wasn’t sexy in any way. This woman could make me laugh in the very pits of Hell. She really was perfect.

“Let’s hope not. Come here, Wren.”

Tugging her up my body, I kissed her hard. I traced her lips with mine, memorizing them in case we never had this moment again. I dragged the death dress up over her head and threw it across the room. I wondered if I could ask Fea for something different, something that didn’t screamBride of the Undead.

Wren’s body was beautiful. When she’d died, I wasn’t sure if it had reverted back to how it was pre-children, or if it had formed on the banks of the Styx in whatever way she saw herself. There was no trace of the small pouch from her pregnancy, or stretch marks, or any of the other beautiful badges that said she’d given birth recently. Even her breasts weren’t tight and filled with milk, as they normally were. They were small, fitting easily in my palms as I ran my hands up her sides to cup them.

“So this is how you get back to your pre-baby body,” she joked. “Dying seems a little extreme, though.”

I nodded, running my thumbs over her nipples, making them peak at my touch. “Especially when you’re gorgeous either way.” Leaning up, I took her nipple in my mouth, and she threw her head back with a moan.

Her knees were either side of my thighs, and when I rolled my hips, my cock brushed the wetness between her thighs. Atthat moment, I thought I might die right along with her. I sucked and nipped at her breasts, reveling in the sweet little sounds she made. I wanted to record those sounds, play them back over and over.

She ground herself against my cock, making me worry I was going to blow way too soon. Ripping my mouth from her nipple with an audible pop, I watched as she reached down and grabbed my cock.

It was this point I realized I was not in control at all. She was using my body for her pleasure, to ground herself in the here and now, and I was helpless to slow her down. Not when I was lying beneath her, staring up into her face filled with pleasure. Not when she was notching me against her entrance, and I was sliding in achingly slowly.

“Wren, fuck…” I breathed, and her gaze burned into mine as each pleasurable inch of my cock sank into her. It felt like home. It felt like my destiny. I was afraid to move and blow it all too quickly, to lose this feeling before I’d even grasped it completely.

Finally, I was seated completely inside her, our bodies pressed so tightly we could be one entity, and I let out a shuddering, happy sigh. We might be in turmoil. We might not know what the future held. But I had my whole universe right here in my arms, and if this was the only moment we ever got, then it would sustain me until I could follow her into eternity.

She was breathing heavily, and as I gripped her hips, making her move, her whimpers became moans. When I didn’t come inside her instantly, I got bolder, moving her up and down my cock with my hands pressed to her hips, until her moans became screams that could drown out even the River Styx. My mouth returned to those glorious breasts as I licked and sucked and fucked us both into oblivion.

“Cy,” she breathed over and over until she was chanting my name and coming hard around my cock. I gritted my teeth asshe milked my cock, but it didn’t matter how hard I clung to my control, she stole it completely. I came hard, deep, deep inside her.

With shaky arms, she collapsed on my chest, her face buried in the curve of my shoulder. “Wow,” she breathed.

I made a strangled sound. Wow wasn’t quite a strong enough word to describe the life-altering joy of being inside her, but it would do.

“Wow, indeed,” I chuckled. I gripped her tightly to my body, worried she’d disappear like dust on the wind now.

Pushing up on her hands a little, she looked down at me seriously. My heart was in my throat. Was I terrible? Did she not feel the same soul-rending pleasure that I did?

“We can do it doggy style next time, if you’d like.”

A chuckle bubbled up my throat, but it had formed into a full-blown laugh as it left my lips. Pulling her body back against mine, I bathed in the sound of her soft laughter combined with mine.Cheeky little bird.

When the laughter finally trailed away, her cheek was on my chest, and her hair spread out across my arm and the pillow, I wondered if this was really the Elysian Fields. Maybe I was the one that was dead, and this was just the happiest place I could think of.

“Who were you before you were stuck on Crete, waiting for me?” she whispered into the darkness, and I chuckled softly.

“I was a shadow of the man I was supposed to be for you.”

I could feel her smile against my chest. “You romantic bastard. I mean it. I know what your dick looks and feels like, so I feel like I should know more about you. When did you realize you could turn into a dog?”

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