Page 67 of Mortal Desires

Surprising me, she whipped her head my way, her eyes wide and dark brown, her face now lit by the still blue light of the TV.

“It’s us. From the beginning. We started and then it rippled.”

I stepped closer, a hand over her cheek. “What are we, Pilar?”

“Our love story.” She hiccupped. “It rippled into time and space. Millions of stories trying to recreate what we started.” Her laugh was loud and freeing. “Because everything happens at the same time…” She paused, frozen for a moment.

She repeated what I had told her from the start, her eyes full of light like she finally understood what I was trying to explain. It wasn’t linear, it didn’t always make sense. Maybe to understand what really went on she needed something like this.

I glanced finally at the TV, a lump stuck in my throat. “Do we have something that rippled through time?”

She came to me, trying to reach my neck but I was too tall for her. To make it easier, I took her in my arms and she gave me a peck on my jaw before she started talking. I’m not sure she was even aware of the words flowing from her beautiful lips.

“We are the beginning and the end. Infinite. We started and it just rippled into the universe. I grew up reading stories like that. Women that got married for other reasons than love and then it grew into something deep, special…perfect. I never knew I was reading a replica of my own story.” Her eyes were damp with tears, her smile bright. “We are so strong that whatever made us spread like seeds everywhere. Every love story around the realm tries again and again to copy the god of the underworld and his wife.”

My mouth was dry, my thoughts racing. I was a god. I was part of the very fabric that made existence, and yet only when she came to me did my life begin.

I kissed her with a hunger that was tearing my chest apart, her lips warm and her taste perfect waiting for me as I swiped my tongue over hers. I walked us to a table, letting her sit while I stood between her legs.

Her mouth was swollen by my kisses, her hands greedy when they reached for me. I was torn in half, a god that just realized my whole purpose, the reason for my existence, was the woman in front of me. The little human.

“How did you do that, Pilar Morales?” I asked my rough palm over her delicate chin. “How did you go from the only thing I’d ever hated to the most sacred thing in this existence?” My breath came out raggedly from my chest. “How did you arrive in my territory just to become the queen that you were always meant to be and change the course of the world?”

She blinked up at me innocently. “I just fell in love with you, Vic. That’s all I did.”

I groaned at her words, feeling less like the god of death and more like the luckiest son of a bitch ever created. I took her dress off and I dipped my chin and took her mouth again. She met me with the same passion, her hands coming to my cock pulling a hiss out of me.

I promised her the world as we kissed. At least the part that was mine. Slowly going down to her neck as she stroked me, I whispered that she was perfect. Perfect for the world. Perfect for me.

Pilar called my name in that needy tone that undid something in me. I took her legs into my palms, and impaled her with my cock, leaving her breathless.

Her nails carved into my skin, and I worked myself into her, closer and closer to my knot until she was gasping for air.

“Can you take me, mi amor?”

Her pupils dilated when I spoke Spanish to her, and I couldn’t stop the smirk covering my lips.

“Can you take my knot?” I asked again, thrusting until my knot was right at her entrance, begging to go in.

She clawed me like an animal, her eyes filled with pure determination. “Give me what is mine, dear husband.”

Pilar was a feral thing, whoever thought she was a meek, silent woman never gave her a chance. She was a force of nature, goodness, and fire all inside this woman that now was mine. My thumb found her clit, working her in circles while I pressed my knot in, bigger than she ever had, letting her squeeze me like a vice. My neck strained, sensations firing all over my body, while Pilar threw her head back, calling for her only true god. Me.

When I fit inside her, I knew this place must be paradise. She was too perfect to be lured into hell. I thrust to the hilt, and Pilar took it like she was born to do so. Her legs trembled under my touch, a thin coat of sweat on her temple and between her breasts.

I looked down at the underworld snake, watching us like it could move on its own, and I dove in, licking between Pilar’s breasts working her body like no one could.

When her orgasm came, it broke us. Squeezed me until I saw stars, my knot swelling to its fullest until I emptied inside her, her name between my lips, her love the only thing that made me alive.

We were locked together, her eyes found mine and she smiled. She smiled like a woman smiles at her man and right then I became so much more than an idea.

We didn’t stay locked for long. I’d go again, she felt so good in my arms. I felt amazing inside her but the escape wasn’t something I could ignore.

“You know what I was thinking?” She said once we were apart and she was dressing again.

“Tell me.”

“Maybe the Brumas are with one of my sisters. The fates said the same thing powerful enough to bring me here was what brought them out.”

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