“Soiel Ywab, how wet you are for me…”
“Please, Viktor…” Willow presses her ass into my hips and my restraint vanishes.
Without any more teasing, I surge my hips forward, sinking into Willow’s tight cunt and drowning in the bliss that follows. Her body grips me tight but she’s so slick that movement is still easy. Propping my head up with one hand, I reach up with my other hand to wrap my fingers around her neck. She gasps. Or rather, tries to. My grip tightens, cutting off the sound.
I don’t give her the chance to reply.
Holding her in place, I give Willow exactly what she needs. A good fucking. My thrusts are short, but steady. Willow’s strangled groan draws out a shiver of excitement that races down my spine. How did I hold out for this long? Buried deep within Willow’s body, I know, with utter certainty that there’s no place I’d rather be. Not in the Realm of the Living or within the Realm of the Dead. My thrusting becomes frenzied as both of our breathing quickens.
When Willow’s body bears down on me, her body stiffening, my release is inevitable. Shivers race up and down her body as she cries out her release. I let go of her neck as I follow right on the heels of hers. My body stiffens, except for my hips which jerk forward as I cum deep inside of her.
As my body relaxes, Willow’s aftershocks tingle along my dick. It’s a pleasant sensation. Smiling into her hair, I give myself another minute to enjoy it before withdrawing from her body.
Willow’s body shakes as she chuckles, “It worked.”
“What did?”
“I think you fucked the funk away.”
We both laugh softly together.
“Glad I could help.”
Willow shifts in my arms, turning so that we’re facing one another. The darkness under her skin is moving as if agitated. Interesting… She raises one hand to touch my face. An involuntary tremor runs down my spine at the contact. Her fingers skim down my face, over my lips, and through the cleft of my chin. Just before they fall away, I reach up and grab her hand.
I nip at her finger. Giggling, Willow pulls her hand free. With her smile still intact, she leans forward, holding my gaze, and whispers, “I have a confession.”
Oh shit. What could she possibly be hiding now? I brace myself.
She laughs, “Relax, it’s not bad.”
I let out the breath I’m holding. “Thank goodness. I told you I wasjustcoming to terms with a few things of my own. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to hear more life alternating news just yet.” I half tease her. In reality, I’m really not sure how much more I’ll be able to take without going crazy.
“It’s just… I’m excited to see what Dad has in store for me.”
“Really?” I frown. With what little we know of this realm, being given any sort of expectations or responsibility, which Death most certainly plans to do, seems… daunting.
Willow nods.
“Yeah, whatever it is, I’m sure it won’t be something simple. It’ll be something that will test my strength, I just know it. And I feelstronghere. Physically, not mentally,” she corrects quickly. I open my mouth to object but then she adds, “But even mentally, I’m feeling much better than yesterday, so that’s progress, I guess. Viktor, I’mfreehere. I don’t have any rules to follow like back when we were alive. I can use my power without hesitation. It’s like having an extra set of hands that have forever been tied behind my back.”
Huh, I haven’t given this much thought, but she’s right. Willow’s kept her powers in check all of her life. Having seen what Willow can do even while holding back, I wonder what she can do now. I bet it will be nothing short of incredible.
“I suppose I have a confession then, too.”
She raises an eyebrow. “Oh?”
Grinning, I whisper, “I’m excited to see what you can do, too.”
Chapter13
WILLOW
Walking through Dad’s house is like walking through a fancy maze.
There are so many beautiful and bright hallways decorated with paintings or covered with exotic tapestries, and fancy staircases, that by the time the old woman on staff stops in front of the door to my dad’s office, I know I’d never be able to find my way here on my own. The woman knocks twice, her knuckles going in for a third time but missing the door entirely as it’s yanked open. Dad nearly knocks the poor woman over as he swoops down and wraps his arms around me.
Thank goodness you’re ok, he whispers in my ear.