Page 119 of Between Soul and Vessel
Seeing the beautiful color return made pride swell within me.
“I needyou,” I groaned softly, voice etched with animalistic hunger.
He raised his head, licking his lips—a dark predator who had just feasted on his prey.
His hand released my leg, and his fingers found my swollen clit, sparks of lightning erupting at his touch.
“You need to show me you can take three of my fingers, love, before I’m going to give you my cock. I’m not going to break you.” His fingers slid down my slick center, entering me. “At least not tonight.”
I gasped at the delicious feel of him, my body aching for more.
“Von,” I panted as he slid them in and out before he aligned his third. He pressed it in, filling me ever sodeliciously. There was a bit of pressure, my walls being forced to stretch around him, to accommodate what the dark god was offering.
“That’s my good girl,” he praised as he worked me like that for a short time, preparing me for what was next.
Removing his fingers from my sex, he stood, his body towering over mine.
Stars above, hewasbig.
He slid his fingers over his length, smearing my wetness on it. He tilted his hips, angling his sex to mine. Tattooed cock in tattooed hand, he ran his crown along my slit.
We both moaned.
His hand clutched my hip, eyes holding mine as his crown slid past my entrance, stretching me wide. There was a sting of pain, but the promise of pleasure had me starving for more.
“Needallof you,” I panted.
“So very bossy,” he mused. Then, he began to conquer every inch of me, giving my body no choice but to accept his.
Adrenaline coursed through my veins.
I had never felt morealiveas Death filled me with his cock.
“Look at yourself,” he spoke seductively. “How tightly your cunt clutches around me, taking meso well.”
I glanced down, amazed at how he had fit all ofthatinside me. It made me feel dizzy. It made me feel carnal. Still, it wasn’t enough. A third of him was still unsheathed, and that simply would not do.
I spread my legs wider, needing to have all of him.
Obliging, he slid himself deeper. He was almost all the way in when—
I gasped at the strange sensation.
There was an intense pressure, making me feel so incredibly full. It was uncomfortable and delicious all at once, and I craved to feel it again. He pulled his hips back, granting me a second of relief, then pressed back in, hitting the deepest part of me, evicting the air from my lungs, the soul from my body.
“Does it feel good to have me so deep?” he murmured as he pulled back and did it again. “Claimingmycunt.” And again.
“Yes, gods, yes,” I cried out for him, at the unreal sensations starting at my sex, shooting throughout my body.
“Gods?” Von mocked, his fingers drifting into my hair. He gave it a gentle tug. “You pray to one,wife, and he is a territorial bastard.”
He kissed me like a tempest beast, sweeping me away into his powerful storm, the flavor of me still in his mouth, saturating his wicked tongue.
Lips pulling back a breath from mine, he admitted darkly, “I promised you would wear my silver, and although I like seeing my ring around your finger and my tattoos on your chest, it isn’t enough. I need you covered in my scent, my ink on your skin, my markings, my jewelry. I need to see my touch all over you. I need to owneverypart of you.” His hand cupped my breast, the pad of his thumb toying with my nipple.
“Whatever you want. I am yours.” I moaned as he delivered one long, sensual stroke.
He breathed it in, his fingers releasing my hair. “You are. You are mine, every piece of you.”
