Page 156 of A Simple Truth

And then his tongue moved.

Gods, that tongue left me speechless. My soul left my body as he consumed me entirely.

He stared at me then, my eyes widened with feral demand, and he nodded a permission; his tongue, his fingers didn’t stop until he sent me over the edge. And my body shook as a cosmic orgasm shuddered through me.

He gave me only a breath in between, before he flipped me over onto all fours, yanking my ass up, as he positioned his pulsating cock at the entrance of my dripping, heated pussy. “My turn now.” He mischievously smirked and then he plunged deep inside me with one possessive thrust. His balls stroked my swollen clit as he held my hips tight against his, pounding me from behind. My lungs forgetting to breathe as my mind crumbled into an abyss of pure ecstasy and pleasure.

My core heated even more, as my skin almost burned while he took me in a perfect rhythm. His figure lowered, holding me down, controlling my entire body with his touch, his hand cupping my breasts.

I was ready to be sent over the edge again. As if aware, he moved his hand down my stomach until he grabbed me, his hand grinding against my pussy in a matched cadence while his thick cock dove deep in me.

He lowered his mouth to my ear, grabbing me tighter.

“Come for me, my queen,” he commanded with his husky, irresistible voice.

And I fucking did.

My knees buckled as my body quivered, another wave of pleasure tearing through each cell of my being.

“That’s my girl,” he purred against my ear. His hand fisted my hair, pulling my head up as he landed a possessive kiss, his tongue tangled with mine.

“Is that deep enough for you?” He almost laughed at the loud moan escaping my lips, as he pushed with a single thrust far into me, and all I managed to do was nod. “Good.”

He moved faster, harder, deeper, domineering over my entire body and soul, as he held my wrists, then my shoulders, my ass. His movements were possessive, commanding, nothing like the previously sweet and gentle strokes, now turning into pure lust so wild and primal, that I found myself once again close to that euphoric, explosive sensation. And in that moment, I couldn’t think of anything else but him, inside me right then, a perfect moment of the present, as I moaned his name, my voice turning into nothing but a sultry moan as I came again.

“Fuck!” His eyes darkened; his muscles jerked as he found release alongside me. His cock twitched as he poured into me, unwilling to let go even as the air cooled around us.

His mouth lowered down to my neck, landing a kiss, before his teeth gently grazed down my skin, his hands still holding on to me, unwilling to let go of my body.

His seed dripped down my thigh as he pulled out, twisting to the side, not missing a chance to slap my ass with a loudsmack as I turned. “Fuck! I am so in love,” he slurred, completely smitten. His words sent a thrill I never knew before, reaching me down to my heart.

I shamelessly stared at him as he stood up, unable to pull my eyes away from his chiseled, warrior’s body. He grabbed a couple of rags, cleaning himself. Reluctantly, I stood up myself, walking closer to him, kissing him on his large bicep before my arms wrapped around his waist, leaning my head on his back, feeling so irrevocably in love.

A minute later, I yanked the rag out of his hands before he finished. “You are taking too long. I need it too.” I smirked at him.

“Not this,” he strongly objected, twisting me around, grabbing the cloth back. But before I could argue, he ripped his cloak, bringing a piece of clean and soft fabric, dropping to his knees beside me, his mouth covering my legs in caresses as his hands moved, cleaning me.

“Thanks,” I smiled, blushing, as the Lord of Death knelt in front of me, dabbing me clean.

“Thanks for what?” he managed to say between pecks as he kissed my legs, not willing to let go.

“For this,” I replied pointing with my chin at his ripped piece of cloak in his hand.

“You speak as if it’s a favor.”

“Is it not?” I managed to reply, as air caught in my lungs once more when he kissed methere, my hands running through his ruffled hair. But he paused, raising his eyes up to mine.

“No, it’s a fucking privilege and honor,” he answered, looking practically insulted at my words.

I smiled at his dramatic answer but didn’t argue. My heart flooded with such pure satisfaction and contentment that even the dark and scarred part of me that always craved death, now stood silent, letting eternal happiness flourish.

He picked me up a second later, twirling me in his arms, before kissing me more.

“I’ll never get bored of this.” His hushed voice lingered on my lips.

“Good. Because we have a whole eternity to go,” I whispered back.

But even eternity seemed too short.

---