Page 62 of Thanatos' Craving

I let go with a pop and tasted the other, massaging the one I left behind. My treasure hummed and made incoherent noises as I played with her breasts, made her sing while my shaft became more and more distraught.

“Close your eyes,” I demanded again, and she obeyed, turning her head to the side for good measure once more.

I pushed my cock close to her core and nestled it between her succulent thighs and I rubbed up and down her sensitive areas. She grabbed hold of her breast, and I watched as she pinched her nipple and somehow that made me want her more.

I needed to get closer to her. I wanted less fabric between us.

My shadows pulled up my robes up to my waist so only her shorts were our barrier.

“Juniper,” I growled. “You are so fucking wet.”

Her legs wrapped around my waist, and she jerked her head toward me. My hood still covered my head and my shadows kept it dark inside.

“What did I say?” I snapped.

She averted her gaze, her cheeks blushing with a delicate pink hue. Instead of scolding further, I gently kissed along the curve of her neck, savoring the taste of her skin. As she surrendered to my touch, the air filled with the intoxicating scent of her desire, enveloping the room in its sweet aroma.

With more haste, I rubbed my now soaked dick, pushing it harder into her mound. My breathing grew rapid, just as hers was. “Fuck, Juniper, I can’t wait to claim you. Wreck this pussy so no one else can have it.”

She whimpered, her mouth opens to let out a silent moan until I let out a loud grunt. I bit down on the crook of her neck, sucking, biting until all my come spilled onto her stomach.

I’d marked her in the most primitive of ways. With my come—and with my bite.

And I fucking liked it.

Chapter Twenty One

Juniper

His wings, shadows, and body are hovering over me.

Despite doing very little work, my body has turned into putty because of the released tension. I’m quite surprised by Thanatos’ 180-degree turn, from shyness to a ravaging beast, but shit, it was welcome.

I’m not fragile, not in the slightest. Sure, my feelings can be hurt, but I concealed that emotion deep within me. My body? I’m tough, and I’m glad that Thanatos thinks so too. It makes me feel so powerful in other ways.

He finds me attractive, worthy, even for being a human.

No man has touched me quite like Thanatos. His touch was rough yet somehow gentle, sending shivers down my spine. The passion in his grasp was primal, igniting a fire within me. Every sensation was a mixture of pleasure and longing, leaving mecraving more. I yearned to tear off my shorts, to feel his touch fully, but deep down we both knew it was too overwhelming for us at that moment.

There was an emotional connection between us I couldn’t explain. It wasn't just physical—we were somehow tethered, and I couldn't explain what it was.

Thanatos’ fingers tightened around my hair, turning my head. I closed my eyes before he fully had me face him. “Open your eyes, my treasure. You can look upon me.”

I let out a breath. His voice was commanding, but if I didn’t listen to him, I don’t fear him hurting me. I enjoyed listening to his orders. I enjoyed the feeling of giving up and letting my body give in to him. An action I’ve never known before.

And not seeing his face? Why was that a turn on? He didn’t have a mask, but a hood, but maybe I had some sort of hidden face kink I never knew about. Or I was falling for the man and not just a pretty face.

He could be ugly for all I knew—but in my soul, I doubt that would be the case. He was beautiful to me already.

“Did I hurt you?” His voice grew soft. “I got carried away, I didn’t mean to–”

I closed my eyes and lift my face to his, finding his lips in an instant. I didn’t need my eyes to find where my lips wanted to go–I just knew.

“No,” I lean back. “I rather enjoyed it.” I felt the blush run across my cheeks.

And I knew it: he goes commando under those robes.

He lets out a bark of laughter and nuzzles into my neck.

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