Page 27 of All Hallows Game

I was powerless to resist her. I needed this, and I’d suffer whatever fractures it formed through my heart later. I wrapped my hands around her waist and ignored the pinch of longing, the wish that Miz and Tor were here with us, too.

“Just this,” I promised, but I knew that was a promise I couldn’t keep. Nightmare had got to her somehow, and I wouldn’t rest until I found out what she’d done. But for now, I laid Cat out on her bed, soaking up the sight of her flushed and needy and so fucking beautiful it would kill me if I wasn’t Death.

I took my time running my hands down her thighs, scraping my fingernails down the denim and watching her squirm. I knew this would be a fast joining, knew we were too impatient, too desperate to take our time, but I enjoyed teasing her now, enjoyed the involuntary jolt in her hips when I met her eyes.

Tor was right. It didn’t matter what was between us before, whether it was all curse-induced or real. Everything from this moment on was real, and I would win her affection back. I started by sliding the tight denim down her legs and settling my hips between them, pulling the hoodie over her head but leaving it tangled around her wrists.

“Death,” she breathed, a shiver running through her, clasping her legs around me when I pinned her bound hands on the pillow above her. She could get free if she wanted but we both knew she wouldn’t.

“Hm,” I said, luxuriating in the feel of her soft, warm skin as I stroked up and down her bare legs, the heat of her pussy hitting me even through my sweatpants. “Is that my name, little one?” I met her gaze and held eye contact until her breathing turned choppy, letting my dominance show.

“No,” she whispered, her eyes fluttering when I pushed up the vest she’d worn beneath her hoodie, adding that to her bindings. Her bra I handled with razor tips of shadow on my fingers, shredding the straps and the delicate fastening at the front until it fell away, baring her to me.

My bride, my heart roared, but that wasn’t true. Mine, it countered, and yes, she was mine.

All fucking mine.

The sight of her chest heaving tempted me to suck one of her breasts into my mouth. I groaned at the taste of her, the feel of her nipple hardening with each circle my tongue made.

“Death, please,” she gasped.

I bit that sensitive peak, enough to make her jump but not enough to draw blood. “Try again, little one.”

I flicked my stare up at her flushed face as I moved to her other breast, sucking and licking until my tongue memorised the taste of her, until she was squirming under me. Her hands struggled at her bindings in a clear plea for me to remove them so she could touch me. I didn’t, scraping my teeth over her nipple, a dark enjoyment uncoiling in the pit of my stomach at how completely under my control she was right now.

“Daddy, please,” she whined, rolling her hips against mine, dragging the fierce heat of her pussy over my cock.

Fuck. I couldn’t take any more. By denying her, I was denying myself, and I’d been without her for too fucking long.

I scraped my teeth over her sensitive areola as I let go, the sight of her reddened skin so satisfying that a low sound escaped me. Her eyes were wide when I glanced up at her face, her pupils dilated, mouth parted. Mine.

I summoned a swarm of darkness to remove my clothes and the second my cock was freed, I pulled her underwear to the side, angled her thighs wider, and sank inside her.

Heat. Heaven. Hell.

Fuck, how had I gone so long without her? The deep sound that punched from my chest spoke of relief and homecoming, an admission I wasn’t ready or willing to make. I never wanted to stop, never wanted her scent to leave my lungs, never wanted her wet, needy pussy to stop fluttering around my cock.

“My little one,” I groaned, giving her slow strokes that quickly gave way to hard, fast fucking. My control was in tatters. “My fucking girl.”

“Yours,” she whimpered, her eyes never leaving me, her tits bouncing with each possessive thrust. I seized her hips, hauling her closer, and was treated to the sight of her eyes crossing.

“Is that angle good, little one?” I wasted no time in abusing that new weakness, gripping her hard enough to leave marks as I drove my cock into her over and over, making sure to hit that spot each time. “Oh, fuck yeah, you like that.”

She tightened on my cock, the soft heat of her fucking maddening as her muscles rippled faster and faster, the throbs deeper, more powerful. A tingle started at the base of my spine, promising sheer fucking bliss, but I wasn’t ready for this to end yet. I wanted to ruin her, wanted her shaking and messy and in no doubt that she belonged to me.

“Please,” she blurted, reaching for me with her bound hands. “Please, please—”

“You want to come for me? Is that what you’re asking, my bride?”

Not my bride. Not anymore. But that was hard to remember with the delicious suction of her cunt all around me and the shiver-inducing feeling of her thighs clasping my hips.

“Yes!” Cat’s next whine was almost a scream, so loud that it went straight to my ego. I didn’t let my angle change even a fucking millimetre, frantic to feel her orgasm, greedy for the sight of it on her face.

“If you want to come,” I said, brushing her clit with my thumb, a smile curving my lips when she arched off the bed, “you need to be a good girl and ask.”

Her eyes rolled back, a tight shudder rocking her whole body. “Oh, please—” Her words were taut, fast, desperate. “Please can I come?”

“You can come,” I allowed, smiling when her back arched off the bed again, her mouth hanging open as her pussy clenched around my cock over and over. The waves of ecstasy made her convulse under me. She was so fucking beautiful, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her.

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