Page 37 of Inferno

Inferno

Emmy moans into my mouth as she leans forward. When I began to kiss her, I had nothing more than simple comfort on my mind. She was scared, and I wanted to chase that fear away. But now…

I grip her biceps and ease her away from me. I don’t want to stop, but I need to know she wants this as much as I do.

“What are you doing?” she asks, her eyes closed.

“Look at me,” I order, and she slowly shows me her baby blues. “Tell me to stop, Emmy. Tell me to stop, and I’ll walk away.”

“And if I don’t tell you to stop?”

My dick jumps at her words. “There’s no going back,” I reply honestly. “I’ve already broken so many rules with you, and I’ll break more if that’s what you really want. But once I do, there’s. No. Going. Back.”

Emmy tilts her head for a split second and then shocks me when she jumps up and wraps her legs around my hips.

“Are you sure?” I ask one last time.

She nods, and that’s all the answer I need.

I crush her mouth with mine, devouring her. Her taste, her scent, her soul… it all melds with mine to create the perfect combination.

Soulmates.

I’ve fought my afterlife from the moment I died. But this right here proves that I was an idiot. Fate is fate. If something is meant to happen, it will, one way or another.

I carry Emmy upstairs to her room, moving from memory and not taking my lips or hands off of her. When I reach her bedroom, I stride through the doorway and sit on the edge of the mattress so she’s straddling me.

“You taste so good,” she murmurs against my lips and slides her hands under my shirt. “I bet the rest of you tastes even better.”

Dear Odin, she’s a vixen.

Before I know what’s happening, Emmy shifts off my lap.

“Take your pants off,” she demands, her lips swollen from my kiss.

I arch a brow. “You’re a bossy one, aren’t ya?”

She growls, actually growls. “Take ‘em off.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I don’t recall a time I was ever dominated in the bedroom, and I’ve gotta say, I don’t hate it. I won’t let it last because, well, I’m a man, but it’s not the worst thing in the world.

Emmy watches me, her nostrils flaring with each article of clothing I remove. Taking her instructions a few steps further, I don’t stop until I’m naked.

“Is this what you wanted?” I ask as I sit back down.

She nods from her position on her knees and darts her tongue out to wet her bottom lip. My cock seeks her out, the swollen head practically dancing toward her mouth.

My eyes remain focused on her as she leans forward and wraps her pretty lips around my length. I want to watch her take me, but my eyes close of their own accord, and my head lolls back.

“Holy fuck,” I mutter. “You’re taking my cock like a champ.”

She hums, and the vibrations send a shiver up my spine. Emmy swirls her tongue, the tip of it teasing my bloodless veins. It’s not lost on me that, as a dead man, I shouldn’t be able to feel any of this due to the lack of blood, but Odin did something right and didn’t take away our ability to fuck and enjoy it.

When she cups my balls in her palm and hollows out her cheeks as she sucks me to the back of her throat, I almost come on the spot. But I manage to hold back and grab a fistful of her hair to pull her off of me.

“I need to be inside of you,” I growl as I haul her to her feet roughly.

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