Page 23 of A Kiss From a Revenant
“My beautiful, perfect Nory,” he purrs in my ear. “I am a male of my word, as you know.”
I gasp as his hand raises to play with my nipples. His tongue licks along my throat, and I shiver in anticipation. Behind me, his thrusts become more frantic. Each one steals my breath with its power. His hips bounce off my ass as my climax draws closer.
I can’t catch my breath. He is all I smell—all I feel. There is no way to tell where he begins and where I end. We are one. Now. Forever. The thought steals my breath, but I mean it. From this day forward, I never want to be parted from him.
With a groan, his teeth embed themselves in the side of my neck. I hear him suck at my flesh, and my whole body erupts. Euphoria unleashes inside of me, and my body is awash in fire. Pleasure tightens every muscle. I clench down on his thrustingcocking. Eryx tightens his hold on me fucking me through my climax until I finally come down.
Once I am merely a mess of quivering muscles, Eryx releases my neck. I shiver as he licks at my wound before nuzzling into me. He places lazy kisses atop my temple and cheeks. The world around me barely registers. However, there is one thing that is rousing me to awareness.
“You—you did not?—”
“Come?” Eryx supplies, and I nod.
Kissing my lips, he withdraws from me.
“Your blood is all that I need.”
Before he can roll away from me, I grab his arm. His eyes blaze as I push him onto his back. Slinging my leg across his hip, I ignore the soreness of my muscles and place both my hands atop his cold armor. My pussy glides along his cock, still hard and leaking seed.
“Would you deny me your seed?” I ask. “Have I not earned it?”
My face twists into a pout as I bite my lip. Eryx groans as his hands fall to my hips. Gently, I rock atop his cock, coating it in my wetness.
“Be sure of what you ask, Nory. If I finished inside you I’d?—”
“What?” I ask.
Stopping my movements, I grip him in my hand, gently stroking him. Waxy skin glides against my palm, and my mouth waters. I want to taste him, but not yet. I want to feel him spill deep inside of me. I’ll get my lips around him another time.
His fingers press into my hips.
“I’d have to fuck you every day. Spill my seed inside you—coat you in it. Mark you inside and out.”
I shiver at his words. Lifting on my knees, I wriggle around atop his cock until I fit him perfectly at my entrance.
“Good,” I say, before sinking down on him.
He is sheathed inside me with a throaty moan. My ass rests atop his thighs, the cold armor cutting into my skin. Raising myself again, I lower back down, taking him even deeper. I’ll be sore tomorrow, but it is more than worth it watching Eryx come undone below me. His hands grip my hip before one travels to my bouncing breast.
I work myself up and down his length as his eyes swirl with fire. He urges me to move fast, his mouth open as a torrent of groans spills from it. The wet smack of bodies echoes around us. If anyone happened upon us, I can only imagine they’d go running from the obscene sight.
However, just like when Eryx mentioned fucking me in front of the whole town, the idea makes me wild with desire. It is wrong, but I can’t help but revel in it. Perhaps I’ve always been a little wicked, and it just took a monster to awaken it in me.
Being with Eryx has made me bolder—more confident. I fuck him faster and faster. My climax looms once more as I manage to rub my clit against him. Eryx lifts his hips, deepening each thrust. My movements become halting, pleasure stealing my strength.
Wrapping his arms around me, Eryx holds me aloft as he powers into me from below. After a particular hard thrust, I erupt. My pussy locks around his cock like a vise, and Eryx bellows before filling me with a rush of his hot seed. Warm, sticky spend spills deep inside me before overflowing and sliding down my thighs. My heart hammers against my ribs, and pleasure steals my words.
Eryx fucks into me once, twice more, ensuring I’ve taken all of his seed. Once we are both coming down, he rolls us onto our sides. His arms cocoon me into his warmth. We stare up at each other, sharing ragged breaths.
We don’t speak. We don’t have to, for it’s written plainly onboth of our faces. Everything has changed here in this graveyard. Surrounded by death, I’ve never felt so alive.
My life belongs to him. No matter how much time we have together, I will fight for every moment. I will fight to keep him. For now, tiredness is seeping into my bones, and my eyes grow heavy.
Snaking my leg around his hip, I burrow into his chest.
“Take my home,” I whisper against his skin.
Eryx's laugh is the sweetest sound.
