Page 82 of Between Sun and Moon

“Do you want to taste me?”

I nodded.

He stroked himself, the muscles in his powerful forearm as taut as the silky skin wrapped around his cock. He took a step back. “Then come and taste.”

I slid off the table, our heated gazes never leaving one another’s as I lowered to my knees before him. My hands slid up his powerful thighs while his hand wove into my hair. He held himself, guiding it against my mouth. His broad tip traced my lips, leaving a bead of wetness on them. I licked it, tasting the salty-sweetness of him—the mere act had his hand tightening. He nudged against my mouth, and I opened for him, not entirely sure howall of thatwas going to fit, and yet, I was willing to try. Angling himself, he slid his sleek, thick length into my mouth—filling it, inch by inch until I choked, too full of him.

He pulled back, but not out.

“Breathe through your nose, princess,” he commanded softly.

I did. I focused on directing the air through my nose, relaxing myself.

He used my hair as leverage as he pressed himself back in.

For other men I had been with, I would suck in my cheeks to tighten around them, but for Aurelius, I didnothave to do that, because the immortal filled my mouth, and to answer my prior question—no, it definitelywas notgoing to fit. Which meant I would need to bring the unattended part of him pleasure . . . in other ways.

I reached for the handful of length that wasn’t inside my mouth, feeling his smooth shaft, corded in prominent veins, as he bobbed his hips at a leisurely pace. I raked my nails along it, stirring a powerful thrust from him that sent him deeper than before.

“That’s it,Little Goddess, show me howdeepyou can take me,” purred an unmistakablevoice. Bourbon and smoke and leather.

Confusion and panic stretched my eyes wide. I looked up, past the vast expanse of chiseled, perfect abs and labyrinth of messy, inky tattoos, right into the endlessly black eyes of the male I had once promised everything to—

Von.

No. I was imagining things. I had to be.

I closed my eyes, willing the fake phantom to leave, focusing on the feel of Aurelius’s length in my mouth—but eventhatfelt bigger now.

“Such a good girl,” Von rumbled, snapping my attention back up to him.

His towering, dark phantom wasstillthere—a wicked smile curling the left side of his mouth. The epitome of cocky arrogance and elite dominance was written plainly on hisface—a face that was devastatingly handsome and framed by untethered, long, black hair.

Warrior. Predator. Commander.

King.

His gaze dropped to my hands, wrapped aroundhisincredible length.

“Tsk, tsk.Thatis cheating.” Cold rings bit harshly into my wrists, his one hand cuffing them. He raised my hands above my head, the backs of my forearms pressing against the steely hardness of his abs. The position rendered me as a person of worship, kneeling on his dark altar, hands raised in subservience. Prickling pain stung the back of my head as he tightened his grasp on my hair. The length I had been holding on to started to disappear inside my mouth, and my moans turned inward.

Gods, he washuge.

Unfathomable.

And even though I hated the bastard, I could not deny how completely divine he felt in my mouth. And if I really was just imagining this, then what was the harm in proceeding anyway?

When he pulled back, I grazed my teeth along his shaft, coaxing a powerful growl from him. “Fuck, Sage.”

Hearing him growl my name like that, it was all the encouragement I needed.

I did it again and again. Until he was roaring.

He slammed his hips forward and I swallowed every inch he forced me to take, accepting anything the God of Death would give me. He picked up speed—his strong, powerful hips bucking as heclaimedmy mouth, my throat. Animalistic sounds came out of us both.

My lungs rattled in my chest, my legs trembling beneath me. The air became charged, like a storm on the horizon. Hispace was relentless, like cannon fire going off in my mouth—exploding my senses.

He grunted and pulled out, springing free from my mouth. A string of saliva stretched between us. It snapped, trailing down my chin and neck.

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