Page 83 of A Kiss From Death
My pulse is racing, and my body heats from more than the hot water streaming across my skin. Before I know it, my hand has traveled to the inside of my thigh, slowly dragging up as my mind falls back to the one constant in my life I haven’t been able to escape.
I let out a soft whimper as my fingers continue their exploration until they land right on the sensitive spot between my legs. Biting my bottom lip to keep quiet, I slowly start to circle my fingers, applying slight pressure, imagining it’s someone else’s thick, rough fingers learning exactly what my body craves. I pretend it’s his fingers slowly sliding back, dragging through the growing slickness between my thighs. I picture his blown pupils as those fingers slip inside me seamlessly like they were made for that very reason.
My back bows, and soft pants leave my lips as my fingers pump in and out in a painstakingly slow rhythm. I picture him taking his time, dragging out the pleasure from deep inside me. I quicken my pace as water rushes over my body, making every inch of my body tingle.
A swirling current of warmth flutters low in my stomach, building with each pump. I close my eyes when my vision starts to get hazy around the edges and lean against the wall for support as my legs start to tremble. The ache builds until it’s too much to handle, making me spill over the edge with Hade’s name flying from my lips. I see stars, vibrating everywhere as I dig my nails into my palms to calm myself.
The ensuite door flies open, crashing against the wall, and I squeal in surprise. Hade is panting, concern laced on his face.
“Are you okay?” he asks frantically, assessing the room for any danger.
I stand frozen before him, as if my dream just conjured the man in real life. “I…” I trail off, sputtering for words.
“I was calling your name, but you weren’t responding,” he rushes out worriedly. “Then I heard you whimper and yell my name. Are you hurt?”
He rakes his eyes over my body, and it’s then I come to the sobering realization I stand fully naked before him, on display for his viewing pleasure. I should feel embarrassed, but my body only thrums to life under his fierce gaze, ready to play again.
His eyes widen in shock, and he spins around lightning fast, coming to the same realization. “Fuck,” he hisses.
“Hade,” I breathe. He grunts for an answer, not turning back around to face me. “I’m okay,” I push, trying to figure out exactly how to explain why his name was sinfully leaving my lips. It doesn’t take a genius to put the pieces together, and I’m sure it’s written across my flushed face.
“Good,” he says in a flat tone. His muscles tense, like he’s unsure exactly what to do with himself now, so I decide to offer the poor, flustered man an olive branch.
“Join me?” I ask boldly. “I could use help washing my back.” I am desperately giving him any excuse at this point.
He shifts, unsure what to do, and the floorboards creak under his weight. I see him fighting an internal battle, his fists opening and closing with confliction.
“Or you can wash up, and I can go eat,” I rush out, second guessing myself from his hesitancy. Maybe this is all too much for him. Maybe it’s all too much for me too, and I’m just as confused, but I can’t help the way my body feels around him. It’s like a magnet drawing us closer any time we are near each other, and I’mdone questioning or fighting it. It’s otherworldly, and I can’t even begin to decipher it, so for once, I let it guide my actions. My body begs to be touched by him and to touch him in return, but my mind is clouded with my past. A small part of me knows it always will be, but I’m working on opening myself up again, one day at a time.
He turns abruptly, reaching me in two strides. He grips my chin between his fingers, dragging my face to look at him. “You will do no such thing,” he grumbles in a low tone, leaving no room for argument.
His eyes are deep pools of ink blown by lust. I can hear his labored breaths he’s trying his best to contain. It’s taking everything inside him to hold himself back, and all I want to do is make it so he loses that precious control he prides himself on and see what forges in its wake when he inevitably breaks.
His face is right in front of mine as we share the air between us. The room turns charged with need as he slowly reaches out and drags his knuckles down my cheek, and I close my eyes and lean into his touch. He lets out a tortured moan that goes straight to my core.
“Hade,” I whisper, my eyes pleading.
“Yes, beautiful?” he questions with a softened gaze.
I grab his shirt, tugging him against me. “Kiss me,” I pant, and he wastes no time as he finally breaks and devours my mouth. I fall limp, the sheer force of his devotion making my knees buckle.
He kisses me with burning fever, cupping my face, holding me hostage as water runs between our mouths. He plants kisses across my jaw, slipping out of his shirt between each kiss he brands me with. His pants follow, falling to the floor in a woosh.
An excited giggle leaves my lips between kisses as he rips me off my feet, crashing my body into his. I eagerly wrap my legs around his torso, gluing myself to him.
My back collides with the cool wall behind me. The water lines up directly above his head, cascading down him, and if he weren’t holding me up right now, I think I would fall to his feet and pray. The water runs over his golden skin, making him practically glisten.
This man will be the end of me.
I squirm when I feel his magic lash out, traveling over my body, lighting a fire in its path. It deliciously tingles over my skin, so slow that a chill wracks my spine, and I let out a small moan. A tendril snakes over my stomach, traveling over the peak of my breast, making me gasp. It continues its exploration, slithering under my armpit and wrapping back around the top of my shoulder. I suck in deeply when it glides over the dip of my narrow neck and disappears under my arm to wrap back up around my shoulder, creating a harness across my upper body.
My eyes roll back in my head as the tip of the tendril stops at the top of my shoulder and presses into the pulse at my throat, which is beating faster than should be possible. Hade must feel it through his magic, because he lets out a shattering growl as he releases me, standing straight. He looks over my body and his magical creation holding me to the wall while my legs still pathetically cling to him.
I shake and crumble under his gaze as he slowly scrutinizes every single inch of bare flesh. The air evaporates from my lungs as I look into the eyes of death himself. His eyes are deep, dark chasms full of the promise of destruction, and I’m the only thing standing in his path.
I pant loudly as I feel his eyes blaze over my hardened nipples while he plucks one between his fingers, massaging it tenderly. My body reacts to his touch, my back arching and shoving my breast further into his large palm.
“Fuck!” He hisses between his teeth as his last shred of restraintfinally vanishes.
