Page 69 of In Death's Hands
I don’t know who bridged the distance that remained, all I know is that I’m on fire. His mouth is soft and warm and yet hekisses me like I’m his next breath, his salvation. The hunger we both felt is multiplied and there is no end in sight. His hand that was gently cupping my cheek is now at my nape, holding me to him almost forcefully. It might be too much if I wasn’t feeling as desperate for him, formore.
My hand on his shirt keeps tugging until I’m straddling his lap. The flag loosens a little more but gets trapped between his chest and mine. The feel of my peaked nipples against the fabric makes me moan and Nathan takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss. If I thought I was on fire before, his tongue against mine creates a whole new level of blazing desire.
I hook my arms around his shoulders, determined to hold on tight and ride the wildest wave of my life. Our tongues meet in an eternal, primal dance, and my hands finally roam his hair freely. I can’t think. I can barely breathe around all that is him. His lips leave mine and my whine turns to a moan when he deposits kisses and bites across my throat. Whimpers take life from my mouth and his deep rumble of approval has me clenching my thighs around him.
More. I want more. I wonder if I said that out loud when Nathan stops, his mouth barely touching my neck anymore. I feel myself shake and realise it’s coming from him. I start to move away but his arms wrap around my waist and keep me there.
The fire doesn’t ebb with the uncertainty now coursing through me. My thoughts are still a whirlwind of desperate need, but with the tension still tightening his shoulders, I try to swallow the inferno down.
“Are—”
“Yes.” He cuts me off. “I…” He swallows audibly as his arms tighten even more around me. “I may not… That is, I don’t…” He sighs. His hands travel up my body, his knuckles grazing thesides of my breasts in a whisper of a touch that has my thighs tightening around him and a moan escaping my lips. He cups my face between his palms and drops his forehead to mine.
I feel his chest expend a breath that he seems to have been keeping locked up within him until it rushes out in a confession. “I’ve never…” I see his eyes shut as his jaw tightens before trying again. “Please. Show me how to please you.”
I frown, my mouth opening to ask him what he means, until I meet his pleading eyes and suddenly, I get it. My mouth forms an “O” as my own breath rushes out and his gaze shutters and flees my own.
“No! No no no. Please, please look at me.”
I pull on his hair until his dark eyes are back on mine, and what I find in them makes me pause. This man has been Death’s assistant for over two hundred years and doesn’t remember anything from before that. He’s been a slave to his duty, not knowing anything else. The others have clearly taken time to enjoy the human life, but he has not. I have to wonder about Death, but there’s a reason I hugged the guy then. At only four years old, I could feel his loneliness and the heaviness hanging around him. So similar to Nathan’s.
With the way he constantly makes me feel, makes me ache for his touch. With the way he kissed me, so desperately—and skilfully—I never thought this could be new to him. But it is. I see it in the way his gaze still tries to escape mine. In the way his hands shake against my cheeks. I put one of my hands on top of his and use the other to tug his chin up, bringing his lips just a hair’s breadth away from my own.
“I have never felt this kind of fire before. There is nothing you can do to me that will not stoke those flames higher.”
I feel his rushed exhale on my lips a mere second before his crash against them with renewed vigour. I whimper, the flames already licking everything inside me.
“Liv,” he says, and my name feels like a prayer asked and answered all at once.
My hands eagerly explore his chest as he brings me impossibly closer. The flag finally loses its battle with gravity and bunches at my waist. We both lose our breath as the fresh air meets my skin. His chin dips as he lets his eyes roam over me like a caress I can somehow feel deep within. When he looks back up at me with a question so clearly written in his gaze, I swallow around the lump in my throat and nod once. It seems that’s all he needed to let himself loose on my body. His hands travel up my waist, spreading goose bumps in their wake, until they meet the soft skin of my breasts with reverence. I feel his chest expand suddenly and a groan reverberate through his own body as he squeezes, then lets his fingers pinch my nipples. I cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure, and when he looks up at me again, there’s a devious grin on his face. Fuck. He’s so beautiful. The fire I feel is reflected in his dark eyes. The gold I’ve glimpsed a few times shimmers in his irises like amber.
I want to please him. I want to make him feel so good he forgets all his burdens and the duty that weighs so heavily on his shoulders. I let my hands travel down his torso, allowing them to explore as much as they can despite the shirt I’m aching to burn off his body. His breathing turns shallow as he looks at them intently and his eyes widen when I reach my destination, cupping him between his legs and gulping at the hard length I find there. I press and squeeze gently over the fabric of his trousers, his groan making my mouth water.
He comes at me for a savage kiss, biting my lips and exploring deeper than he ever has before. I am lost to thesensations, feeling both completely embodied and yet out of my own mind. I’m certain I’ve never felt anything like this. With his hands on my hips, he jerks me forward until my most sensitive area collapses with my hand trapped between both our desires. I quickly move it away and we both moan in each other’s mouths as we finally collide where we want it most. The spark of pleasure is intense. Blinding. I squeeze my eyes shut as I try to gather the pieces of my soul scattering in the wind. I use my knees on either side of him to move my hips, nearly weeping at the delicious noises falling from Nathan’s mouth.
This is not enough. I wonder for a second if it’ll ever be enough, but the thought scatters instantly as I bring my hand back to his cock. I need to feel him, I need to bring this man to his knees, mindless with pleasure, just like he’s doing to me. Before I can reach the so desired destination, he catches my wrist and locks it behind my back. I whimper in protest, but he kisses my throat once and I forget what I was complaining about.
He backs up just enough to look at me and whisper brokenly, “Please.”
I gulp at the flood of desire shooting straight for my centre. I wasn’t wrong, he is a bow ready to snap, but I’m the target he will do anything to hit before breaking. And I don’t think I care about the certain pain coming my way so long as I see him unleashed.
With one hand still held firmly at my back, I use the other to grab his free one. His eyes shudder as I take my time. I first bring him to my throat, applying delicious pressure there until he understands and tightens his fingers to bring my mouth to his and lick my lips until I open them up for him. Once the blazing kiss subdues enough to allow a few thoughts back into my head, I trail his hand down my throat, past my collarbone, and get him to cup my breast until an undignified whine floats around us. I swallow the rest of the noise as I keep us going past myribs, shivering as he trails his fingertips along my stomach and exhaling loudly as he finally reaches my core, already pulsing with need.
He loses his own breath as he presses his thumb there, his eyes intent on my face as he studies my reaction.
My eyes roll back and my hips jerk when his thumb passes over my clit and I feel his focus home in on that. He brings his finger right back, and as my hips jerk again of their own volition, a dark laugh rumbles out of him. My hand is still holding his but he’s the one in control. I simply hold on for dear life as he unleashes himself on me.
He moans as I moan, murmurs yeses and prayers as I rock harder and harder against him. I could not remember my own name if my life depended on it, my whole body focused on his hand on me. On his thumb which has so quickly learned how to play me.
I feel his hand move away slightly but the protest dies on my tongue, replaced by a gasp as I feel two fingers dive deep inside me.
“Fuck,” he growls.
My eyes burst open and my heart catches in my throat as I take in the lust clear as day on his face. His eyes are stuck to my centre and his fingers moving in and out of me, quickly finding a rhythm that has my heartbeat skyrocketing as he reintroduces his thumb to the mix. He bites his lip as he looks up at me and the smirk that stretches his lips is my undoing.
I cry out as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. My chest slumps forward and he releases my other hand to catch me and wrap me in his arm. His forehead meets my own as his devious fingers work to claim the last of my pleasure.
I breathe hard against his lips, trying to get the splintered bits of myself to fit into my body once more. A shocked chuckle leaves me at what I’ve just experienced, and when I meet his eyes, I find them roaming all over me with a deeply satisfied grin gracing his lips.
