Page 18 of The Dead Don't Talk
I take a taste of his neck, little indents from my last bite tempting me all over again on his shoulder, tongue and lips roaming across his collarbones.
“Try to push me out—” my words get lost in a groan as he fists around me, “—now relax.”
His nails sink into my shoulders, and he sighs into my ear, his hole pulsing but releasing just enough.
I don’t tell him that it sucks me in a little bit deeper.
“Again.”
He complies, his movements bringing my orgasm right to the forefront.
“Can you … like … get it in now?”
“Not yet.”
The whine he lets out surprises me enough to pull back. I can see that his cheeks are back to that arousal pink instead of almost pale andfuck, it makes my balls draw up.
“Please? I think … I think I need you to move.”
Quick and loud, I smack the tips of my fingers against the outside of his hip, and he yelps.
“What the fuck was that for?” he squeals out, eyes narrowing at me.
“Don’t beg me right now.”
For a long beat, he just stares at me. Watching my face as he clenches and unclenches that hole around me, his body like sweet fucking velvet.
“Fuck me, Moros,” he finally murmurs, and I snap.
All control gone.
Allhumanitygone.
Not that I had any left anyway.
Chapter 7
Come and get me
Amo
Watching his face contortinto a vicious sneer as his hips unhinge from his body was not what I was expecting to get me hard all over again.
But when he finally slips inside, his cock seated all the way until I feel his groin hit my cheeks, I moan.
The sounds that come out of my lips areembarrassing,but that doesn’t stop me one bit from nearly screaming with each stroke of his cock, his piercings, over that thing inside me.
“You’ve been begging for my attention this whole time,” he snarls into my ear, and my stomach gets tighter. “Just. Wanted. To be. Mywhore.” With each word is a punishing thrust, his hot breath pumping over my ear, and I lose it.
Untouched, I come again, shooting ropes all over our fronts, soaking our chests.
Moros thrusts deep, deep,deepenough that the sting is gone but the ache will never recede before stilling.
I can feel him thicken inside me and he roars as he comes, filling me with his hot seed.
He pants. Dark eyes blown out to black. Thick corded muscle straining in his neck.
And I know that I’ve fucked up when he leans back on his haunches and starts to pull out of me.
