Page 60 of Thanatos' Craving

I closed my eyes, feeling the soft fabric of the hood enveloping my head. In the silence, I could hear his breath, a gentle exhale, as my lips brushed against the warm skin of his neck.

“Juniper,” he gasped. “What are you doing?”

“Touching your neck?” I giggled and kissed and nipped at his skin.

I took this time to straddle his waist; the motion knocking away the pillow around his crotch. His hands flew up in the air away from my body, not knowing what to do with them.

I sucked on the side of his neck. He let out a moan, a damnmoan,and I thought about orgasming right there. It wouldn’t take much, just a nudge of his shaft right at my clit, and I would fly off into space.

I pulled back, coming out of his hood, and sat on his lap. I took his hands and put them around my waist, placing one lower on my ass. “Well, what did you think?” I cocked my head to the side.

He panted, his finger digging into my hips. “Disgusting.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“Do it again.”

Thanatos

I fought to conceal my longing, but with each passing day, it intensified. The pull toward her became overwhelming. I yearned for her touch, craving the sensation of her body against mine. The sight of her enraptured me, her presence captivating my senses. The thought of indulging in the ecstasy of her warmth consumes my thoughts, surpassing any desire I’ve ever felt before.

More so than anything, I wanted her to know that I wanted an emotional connection with her as well.

As I’ve tried to convey all these thoughts into actions, it has been most difficult.

I’d gotten to know her, but I had yet to understand her deeply. Juniper still hid her innermost thoughts from me. That was for certain, she wouldn’t let go of her secrets so easily despite her random outbursts. I haven’t disclosed any of my darkness to her yet either, and when I do, I hope she will eventually break down her walls.

However, being around her, and knowing who she is—her quirks, her fascination with my world, her lust for life, have turned on both my mind and body. I’ve never lusted over any goddess or mortal like I do her, and my resolve has diminished now that she has lit the fire.

I didn’t want her to perceive me as someone solely interested in her physical appearance. I desired her for the essence of her being, the depth of her soul. To protect our connection, Iconcealed my bodily desires from her. She had experienced the relentless advances of men fixated on her exterior—I didn’t want to be some other man.

Juniper had not concealed herself this night, however. Those shorts, that scrap of clothing she wore for a shirt. She did not intend to hide herself from me.

She raised her body, gracefully closing her eyes, as the soft glow of the room illuminated her silhouette. Her lips pressed against my neck once again, a low groan escaping me at the intense warmth emanating from her body beside mine. My fingertips gently sank into the supple skin of her back, allowing the weight of her presence to envelop me in the plushness of the sofa. The undeniable presence of my arousal is no longer concealed, as it brushes against the apex of her thighs, sending a shiver of anticipation through both of us.

Her heat engulfed me, I felt it through the thickness of this damn material. With one thought, I whisked away the thick material, and I’m left with the thinner robe I normally wear and push her hips harder into my shaft as she continues to trail kisses on my neck.

Fuck, why do carnal desires feel so damn good?

Juniper gasped when I rolled my hips, feeling dampness seep into both of our materials. Her cunt is soaking wet.

My eyes rolled in the back of my head, thinking how damn much I want to sink all of myself into her right now. Let her insides flutter around my cock, push myself inside her and never let her go.

“Juniper,” I rasped and took a fist full of her hair.

Her eyes were still closed, she was panting, and those puffy lips looked far too delicious not to devour. “Kiss me,” I commanded her and pushed her lips against me.

She’s soft at first against my stone-cold lips. I don’t remember if I have ever kissed a female before if I was honest with myself.Either I don’t remember or no longer care, but these were the last lips I would ever touch.

I fiercely snarled, my teeth grazing her delicate bottom lip. A gasp escaped her as I assertively claimed her, pressing her body firmly against mine. I effortlessly established dominance, encountering no resistance from her. I overpowered the kiss and seized her mouth with an unwavering intensity.

Her mouth parted when I squeezed her back side. I massaged the sting away while my tongue continued to rub against hers. This was what I wanted all along, her submission, the dominance over her. I would steal any soul that tried to take her from me, anyone that has dared touch her in the past. I will bring their soul to the Underworld and make sure they suffer.

I pulled back to let her breathe, only to push my lips onto her again. She kept her eyes closed, like a suitable mate should. I purred into her mouth. “You’re being such a good little human for me.” I tugged on her hair. “Letting me have my way with your mouth, hmm?”

She whimpered, and I felt her cunt flex against my shaft.

“Delightful,” I purred. “You are a good mortal, keeping your eyes closed.” I brushed my finger along her jaw, down her neck, and around her collarbone. “You will get to see my face soon, but I think you like not knowing what I look like, don’t you?”

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