Page 83 of Right Hand Of The Reaper
I stepped closer to him, almost shoulder to shoulder as we stared at the forest beyond the window. “Why did you leave?”
He looked down at me, his eyes almost menacing. “Because I was scared of what I might do to you if I didn’t leave.”
“Like what?”
He cocked his head to one side. “I think you underestimate the depths I would go to own you.”
The light started to fade from the room as the shadows slinked from his form. He turned to face me, and I mirrored his stance, locking my eyes with his brilliantly blue ones. My first thought was that they were cold and harsh, but the more I looked, the more I saw them like the inner core of a flame. Hot, bright, and with enough power to decimate me.
“How deep would you go?” I asked, very much aware I was asking that question to Death.
His hand wrapped around the back of my neck, and he pulled me closer still. “I’d bury myself so deep within the core of your being you wouldn’t know where you started, or I ended.”
I swallowed slowly. “What of our soul connection?”
“What of it?”
“How does it really work? Can you feel what I feel?”
“Yes,” he replied with a curl to his grin that implied he knew something I didn’t.
“How did you figure that out?”
He brushed his face along mine, stopping when his lips brushed my ear. “I felt you fucking Roux. Felt the squeeze of her pussy against your cock as if it were squeezing my own. Do you know what I did?”
“No,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. My stomach clenched with need.
His fingers brushed the length of my erection through my slacks, his touch a mere whisper but I felt it everywhere. A moan broke free from his mouth that I felt reverberate all the way through my chest. “I took out my cock, gripped it tightly and came harder than I ever had before.”
Mother of the Gods. I whimpered, fucking whimpered at the image of Thane frantically pumping his cock and coming because of me.
“That turns you on,” Thane said. Not a question, but a statement. He knew exactly how I felt.
“Yes.”
“Can you sense how turned on I am?”
I looked at him closely and felt my desire heighten, become more intense the longer I looked at him. I could feel his desire like a second skin, familiar but different at the same time. Was this how I could differentiate between his feelings and mine?
I leant closer, ghosted my lips across his ear and whispered the word, “Yes.”
Whatever had been holding Death back before had gone because all of a sudden, his mouth was on mine and my spine was arching backwards beneath the power of his kiss. He forced my mouth wide, making me take his brutal kiss. And itwasbrutal. He didn’t stop. He pushed my hands into the small of my back and held them hostage there. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t do anything but surrender.
Magic hummed between us, our connection vibrating as if it were a tangible thing. It swirled through me, alighting the blood in my veins until every touch felt like fire along my skin.
Thane suddenly pulled away, leaving me momentarily disorientated. “There is a question in your mind, something that bothers you. Tell me, so I can put it right.”
“You can’t just fix everything,” I said with a smile.
“Why not?” he asked.
“Because that’s not how the world works.”
“It is for me.”
Oh, how easy life would be if that were the case. For things to just be simply fixed. I suddenly understood what Roux and the twins had meant when they’d talked about his obliviousness. Perhaps that was a blessing. To not be burdened with the more complicated things. “Well, like it or not, I am not something you can just fix. I’m not simple and I won’t be easy.”
He frowned, an adorable little furrow between his brows. I wanted to reach out and smooth the lines out, but my hands were still held captive behind my back. I rested my forehead against his, wanting an intimate connection. “Why did you really save me?”
