Page 72 of Thanatos' Craving

Thanatos pulled the fabric from my shoulder down my arm.

“I don’t know why, it’s just when I’m around you, when I touch your hand, your skin, I can’t stop myself,” I whispered.

He trailed gentle kisses on my shoulder, nipping, playing with the skin with his sharp teeth. He sucked at the base of my throat, and I gasped.

“I’m drawn to you, and I have no idea why.”

Thanatos pauses his nipping. “And you have this attraction to me, even without seeing my face?” he mused.

I nodded quickly, my arms wrapping around his clothed back.

He hummed appreciatively, moving his hand up my thigh, pushing away the dress. “What if my face is hideous? Scarred and deformed?”

I shook my head. “Wouldn’t matter. I like who you are.”

“Even if I am demanding?” He sucked on my neck.

My toes curled.

I’m pretty sure this is coercion.

He chuckled. “Trust me, it’s not, my treasure. Are you still attracted to me, even when I say I’m going to keep your soul forever? Never let you go?”

I paused, thinking of his question.

He bites down on my neck, hard.

I gasped, my eyes rolled off my back of my head. Did I want that? Did I want to stay with him forever? Stay here? In the dark? But was it truly the dark when I glowed? When he was more family than I ever had?

Would he want me for that long?

“I will always want you!” He snarled and pulled away from my neck. “What hideous thoughts. How could you ever think such a thing?”

My lips parted. There was such anger and hurt in his voice.

“You are my everything,” he growled. “Do you hear me?”

“H-how can you say that?! We barely know each other!”

Thanatos cupped my face. “I know your soul. I may not know every thought, every memory until you let me see, but I know your soul, and it is perfectly compatible with mine. You belong to me. Your soul is mine as mine is yours,” he whispered, his warm breath brushing against my ear.

Then, his lips met mine with a fiery intensity, sending shivers down my body. I heard the faint sound of our hearts pounding in sync, the rhythmic melody of desire. As his hands traced the contours of my lower back, a surge of electricity pulsed through me, igniting a primal connection. I felt the strength of his desire pressing against me, our bodies merging in a passionate embrace.

My nails raked down his back, and if somehow my nails had magic within themselves, ripped away at his clothing like shreds, like his clothes were shadows. His robes disappeared. I was finally touching his back, the most skin I have touched at onetime. I could feel all of him. I sighed into the kiss and his hold around me tightened.

“You’re mine, and I’m yours. Never forget that,” he paused between kisses. “No matter what you think, whatever your past, whatever lack of confidence you have—you are and always will be mine.”

I let out a cry, my eyes still closed and yet to see if he still had a hood on his face. I knew he didn’t have his robe, but what of his face?

“Let me taste you, as you have tasted me,” he rasped. “Let me.”

“A god pleading to eat me out. How could I ever say no?” I nearly choked.

I kept my eyes closed, too worried to open my eyes and see his face. I didn’t want to ruin the moment, didn’t want to take away what we were experiencing right now. The appearance of scars, beauty, or ugliness didn't matter to me. I just wanted him to touch me.

He has given me the most care and attention I have ever received in my life and I didn’t want this moment to end.

I felt his warm open mouth trail kisses down my body. Along the way his nails? Claws? Pulled and ripped the emerald green dress and laid me open. I didn’t hide myself. I was too used to being naked, and I think he appreciated my openness. He hummed in approval, licking my hips and spreading my thighs so his head fit perfectly between.

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