Page 90 of A Kiss From Death
Cold air drags across my heated skin, making my head spin. It leaves chills across my skin as it makes its way up my upper thigh. My eyes track the magic the entire way, anticipating its next move as my heart lashes aggressively against my chest.
The tip latches on to my arm, wrapping tightly around my pointer and middle finger, resting a breath above my aching clit. My body shudders, realizing exactly what he has in store for me, and a thrill dances up my spine.
When I look up, my eyes connect with soulless black pits as Hade sits lazily back in his chair, a look of ruin across his face. I’ve never felt more alive than I do in this moment. His eyes twinkle with mischief, and it’s my final undoing.
“Come alive for me,Nyxi,” he growls.
I feel the influence of Hade’s magic take control of my fingers, pushing them forward with a tingling pressure, right where I’m dying to be touched. I gasp loudly as they press further until my body vibrates in pleasure.
A breathy moan trembles from my lips as his magic takes control of my fingers, expertly swirling them around my clit. Hade remains composed across the room, staring at me without blinking, but I can see the beast beneath begging to be uncaged. I choke for air when my fingers pick up in pace, spreading my wetness around until I’m a panting mess.
“Hade,” I pant, unable to form a coherent sentence.
“Yes, beautiful?” he smirks, looking thoroughly pleased with himself.
“More…” I choke, desperate for more friction as I ride the edge of pleasure and sin.
In an instant, everything goes pitch dark, and I gasp in shock and excitement. I suck my bottom lip between my teeth as the familiar sensation of Hade’s magic wraps snuggly around my eyes like a mask. My senses heighten with the loss of my sight, and I let my head roll back as my body melts into the floor.
My fingers fall under the spell of his magic wrapped tightly around them. They continue to take and take until I’m trembling, on the verge of coming fully undone right before his eyes. Butterflies erupt low in my stomach as a fire starts, growing until it’s a giant ball of mind-numbing ecstasy.
Even without sight, there’s no denying the feeling of Hade’s eyes dragging across my tight skin, a weight sitting on my chest. A low, satisfied rumble erupts from deep within his chest, and my back arches, whimpering and on the edge of crashing over the dam of pleasure, falling to his desires.
I hear rustling and then steady steps stomping across the floor, growing louder by each step. My breaths fill the silent room, my skin growing slick from overheating. Stars begin to dance behind my eyelids as I feel an orgasm barreling towards me.
A breath fans across my neck, and I moan in response. Hade strides to my side in an instant, swiftly squatting beside me. His overbearing presence is something I’ve grown fond of.
His tongue lashes out, scorching a trail of fire up the side of my neck, and I angle my head in response, begging him to take more. I would give him anything in this moment, as long as the feeling of heaven he’s raining down on me never ends.
His lips graze the shell of my ear, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. “It’s a shame, really,” he purrs against my neck, barely above a whisper. All I manage is a loud moan, my brain workingon overdrive to keep my body upright with the pleasure he’s ripping from me. His dark chuckle makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand, the rope going taut in my core with another flick of my fingers. There’s no denying I’m seconds from exploding.
His magic drags my fingers down until they rest right above my entrance. My breath stalls when his next words leave his punishing lips. “That not a single soul gets to experience the madness of watching you come undone like a goddess of sin. I could not possess a single copper to my name and still consider myself the richest man in the world, as long as I get the pleasure of laying my eyes uponyou,” he grumbles possessively.
The second the last word leaves his damning lips, his magic thrusts my fingers deep inside myself, and I cry out as I finally topple over the edge.
“Hade!” I scream, loud enough to wake the whole castle.
He crashes his lips to mine with a whimpering moan, greedily devouring my orgasm as he demands more and more. Everything goes black, and stars dance happily behind my eyes as magic akin to pleasure seeps through my entire body. It feels like a rebirth as I float in the unknown, no longer possessing a name or purpose but rather caught up in the moment of feeling nothing and everything at once.
I convulse below him while his lips absorb the sounds of havoc lashing against my body. He kisses me like his soul would rip in two if his lips were to leave mine. He’s all predator above me, taking command over my body and drawing out every last drop of my orgasm until I’m nothing more than a pile of broken, limp limbs below him.
I feel his thumb press to the pulse point of my throat, tracking the beats like they’re his lifeline. I’m barely coherent, the orgasm he tore from me making me feel like I ran for hours. He softly brushes his lips against mine one last time, leaving the faintest taste of himself, and it’s my new favorite flavor.
“Perfection,” he breaths against my lips, scooping me up to cradle against his chest. I relax into him as he carries me all the way back to my room, where I pass out with the blissful feeling of his lips branding something that feels like no return.
Icoulddietoday.
The mantra has been a never ending cycle, running through my head from the moment my eyes opened this morning. Another round of the Crucible is here, which means two of us will die today. The harsh reality crashes into me like a tidal wave. Will I be one of the lucky ones, surviving another day? Or, will I succumb to the fate licking at the back of my heels for years now and finally retire to an eternity among the stars?
The thought of making it to the fifth and final round of the Crucible sends a jolt of electricity straight to my heart. In past events, the fourth and fifth rounds have had significant sway in difficulty, depending on your public popularity ranking. Seeing as I am not the most likable, I have no hope of any extra help this round.
Hade is on extra edge today for some reason. I haven’t seen him this worked up, and it’s making me curious. Does he knowtoday’s events? Is he worried for me? Will he show his concern once we step out in front of the masses?
I took my time getting ready this morning, basking in Des’ company and praying it won’t be our last time, cherishing it wholly if it was. Only the stars know my fate, and I’m putting my trust in them.
Des was her usual chipper self this morning, rambling about making me look perfect for today, but I could see the slight dull behind her eyes that normally isn’t there, hinting at the worry within her. My bubby friend lost her shine today, and I tried to not let it dampen the mood. Still, seeing her worry over me both warmed my heart and chipped away at it all the same. We are kindred souls, both with pasts, who, through it all, have come out the other side again and again. I don’t wish to be another weight added to her back.
No, today, I will fight for my life. I will fight to keep the sparkle in Odessa’s eyes. I will fight to keep the memory of Theo alive. I will fight to prevent the darkness from overtaking Hade. And I will fight for myself, in spite of fate and all that has stood in my way. I will fight for a better tomorrow.
