Page 75 of Death God

“That’s not dirty talk, Sunshine. When I make dirty talk with you, you’ll know,” he said. “I also need to feed you. My blood will purge the remnants of the black spell in you and energize you, according to High Mage Blackstone.”

“How nice of you,” I said.

He slammed his mouth over mine to stop any more nonsense coming out of my mouth. I rambled when I was stressed. And I was extremely stressed out, even though my mate had reached me before the horseman of war could brutally rape me. It was just hard to switch from extreme fear to sheer joy. One second, I’d been waiting for the worst nightmare to happen and the ax to fall, then the next, I was in heaven with my mate!

The vampire’s kiss wasn’t gentle, and I wondered if he knew how to kiss tenderly. It might not be in his blood. Maybe I would tutor him one day. But now, I didn’t want to be treated delicately, even though I was obviously a damsel in distress.

He deepened his bruising kiss, as if he needed to be convinced that I was really in his arms. I was good at convincing people. I gave in to my viciousness and bit his bottom lip.

A drop of his rich, spicy blood fell on my tongue. It tasted just as delicious and powerful as I remembered. He groaned in rage and approval while thrusting his tongue into my open mouth, not allowing me to deny him.

And who was I to deny my mate?

Then he scooped me up from the enemy’s bed and carried me to a sofa under a tall window.

Marlowe gathered me onto his lap and kept kissing me like there was no tomorrow.

He was wrong though. Now that he was here, there’d be a tomorrow, and there’d be days after tomorrow, too.

His hard kiss calmed me, and his sweet taste replaced the bile coating the back of my throat. I moaned in pleasure and raw need. I loved every second of this until I was gasping for air.

He pulled away so I could breathe and he could gaze at me adoringly and make sure I was still here with him.

I’d thought I’d faced unbearable terror, but it’d been worse for him since he had no idea what was happening to me while he was cut off from me.

“You came for me, sugar.” I grinned, trying to calm and comfort him. “You found me.”

“I’ll always come for you. I’ll search every corner of every hell to find you.”

“Why do you suppose that I’d always be in Hell? Couldn’t you picture me in a nicer place?”

“This isn’t a nice place,” he said, clearly enraged at the horror I’d gone through.

“I hate to interrupt,” Smooth’s irritated voice shouted through the door. “Are you going to talk each other to death? We have no time to lose. King Nyström, no disrespect, but you need to get the job done, please.”

“What job?” I asked.

“He thinks it’s a job for me to fuck you,” Marlowe said and shook his head in exasperation.

“Then you need to do your job properly and quickly, vampire,” I said. “I’m not going to be picky right now, and I’m okay with no foreplay under the circumstances. But you owe me one.”

His eyes burned with menace and desire. Shadow power rippled off him, not to harm me but to shield me.

His large hand cupped my heavy breast roughly. “I’ll burn the world down for you, Bride. I’ll give my black soul to you.” He growled. “And you called fucking you a job?”

He lifted me in the air as if I was as light as a feather and pressed my bare pussy against his face. His tongue darted out to taste me, its tip licking my slit up and down before brushing my folds open and thrusting in to taste once more. I moaned in pleasure.

The vampire had once called me his eternal sunshine.

When he pulled me away from his face and slammed me down on his lap, my pussy gloved his steel-hard cock perfectly. Hot damn! That felt good. That felt more than good.

He was still fully dressed, and only his massive cock was out.

Not wasting a second, he started to thrust into me vehemently, and I pressed my hands to his shoulders and let him service me, my breasts bouncing up and down.

If I hadn’t been so wet and so desperate for him, the sudden powerful thrust would have caused me discomfort. The vampire was getting hot and heavy, quick and dirty. It made a whole world of difference if you were being fucked by your true mate.

“Good job, vampire!” I moaned breathlessly at the sheer pleasure, his cock filling me and stretching me deliciously. “You’re hired for the next job as well, and there’ll be a bonus.”

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