Page 73 of Thanatos' Craving

The initial touch jolted me, threatening to propel me from the bed. With precision, his heated mouth seized my clit.

He savored the moment, tracing gentle, heated strokes along the delicate contour between my legs. His tongue, a velvety warmth, moved with a purpose, exploring, teasing my most sensitive spot until waves of pleasure crashed through me, causing my head to thrash against the softness of the comforter.

“You are playing with me,” I cried out as he continued to lap between my folds.

Thanatos hummed, another zing of pleasure making me arch my back.

He thrust his tongue inside. I swear his tongue could nearly hit my g-spot, and my hips thrust upward on the bed. He wrapped his arm around my leg and laid it across my hips down to the comfortable surface.

“I want you to look at me, my treasure,” he said between my legs.

I shook my head, biting my lower lip until I felt the coppery tang in my mouth. I didn’t want this to end. I didn’t want this little bubble we had created. I world where I was wanted, a moment where he wanted me and no one else.

He was a god, a god who could have anyone. He had come far in just the few days I had known him. I didn’t have to tell him emotion, he just needed to become–a human-like person again. Gain his skin of who he once was. He didn’t need me telling me what emotions are.

I was just here to help him with a crime ring–he didn’t need me.

No, if I kept my eyes shut, I could live in this place of ecstasy. Live in this dream. Maybe Hypnos has kept me in his Dream Realm, all along. It's a really nice dream, and I didn’t want to wake up.

As Thanatos growled possessively, his voice resonated with strength and power, demanding my attention. Startled, my eyes snapped open, and I turned my gaze downwards, between my legs.

His hood was long gone.

I took a deep breath, feeling his tongue flicking my clit, my breath heaving and running down my stomach. His dark hair was a beautiful contrast to his glowing, bright blue eyes. Hisshadows danced around him while he continued to bury the lower half of his face into me.

“Come,” he commanded, and my body succumbed.

My body let go and my back arched and it was the most powerful, electrical orgasm I’ve ever experienced in my life as he forced his fingers inside me, pumping his thick digits while he made me ride out the intensity.

“That’s it,” he groaned, rubbing the insides of my pussy. “Let your cunt suck on my fingers, I can’t wait until your pussy does it to my cock.”

His dirty words only prolonged the sensation until I laid limply on the bed.

When he stood up, the stubble on his face caught the light, shimmering with my excitement. I gasped, my eyes fixed on his strong, well-defined jawline.

He was absolutely gorgeous. He didn’t need to hide behind a hood, he could very well be an angel.

I guess people considered him the angel of death, but my gods, he was stunning.

“Fuck, you are so damn beautiful when you come,” he rasped.

My face flushed red as he crawled over my body, then lay next to me; rolling me to my side so my breasts pushed up against him. I could see his face so clearly, it’s all I wanted to see.

I hesitated, but soon enough I cupped his cheek and rubbed my thumb over the stubble. “You’re so handsome.”

It was his turn to blush.

“Why do you hide your face? It’s too beautiful to hide.”

Thanatos grabbed my wrist and kissed it. His shadows returned to him, covering his body with his robe, but leaving the hood off of his head. Then his shadows covered my nakedness. The shadows bring back my dress to my body and automatically sew the rips back together.

“Unwanted attention,” he began. “Gods used to think of me as too approachable. It was a way in, to get me to let their favorite mortals live longer. Let their souls stay within their bodies so another god could heal them. Souls are often ready to pass on–most gods do not understand that. I was tired of it, so I changed my appearance and by that time humans had created the lore of the Grim Reaper or a dark entity that steals souls. I took on that form and decided not to be called Thanatos to the mortals any longer.” He chuckled darkly and shook his head. “It isn’t like many know who Thanatos was, anyway.”

“That had to be painful, people not knowing the real you.” I rubbed his cheek.

He shook his head. “No, I preferred it. Fewer prayers to deal with.”

I continued to rub Thanatos’ face. “If you want to be nothing but bones, I won’t fight against you on that, but I will miss your dick.”

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