Page 123 of The Cruelest Undead

“Please,” he whispered. “Warm me up.”

Well, if that was what he wanted.

She swallowed him whole.

Death’s whole being reacted to the feeling. His hands knotted into her hair to control the mating.

Oh, and it was wild.

Jolie had a wicked mouth on her, and that was exactly what Death craved.

Wildness.

His claws lengthened, and he buried them in her tangled hair and the bedding as he struggled to hold on.

It wasn’t easy.

He.

Was.

Hard.

“Jolie,” whispered Jacques, as he watched her head bob furiously up and down his dick. She was showing him very little mercy.

Then again, he wanted none.

Death wanted that pleasure and pain that she was offering him.

Then, you should have what you want, Mon Amour. Let me pleasure you.

Death handed over that control, and let his mate share what she was feeling. He wanted her riding him in the worst way, but he knew that would come.

In time.

As she blew him, his body was rocked with so much need.

“Jolie,” he whispered.

She held nothing back.

To torture him further, she sent him a barrage of sexy images of them copulating. The one that made him moan was of the three of them in bed.

Jolie felt his body tense, and she stopped blowing him. When Death opened his eyes, he was breathing heavily, and the red swirls were wild.

Just like him.

“You’re teasing me, Mate. Does that seem wise?” he asked, his voice rumbling through the room.

This realm was so connected to him, that when he was riled up, there was no doubt everyone knew.

She moved up his body, and stared down into his eyes.

“Maybe, or it could be possible that I want to feel you in me. I want to ride my Death.”

Oh, well, he wanted that too.

Who was he to say no to the woman he loved?

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