Page 91 of Death God

“And you can start by not sneering at me whenever we have different opinions,” I said, pressing my breast against his hard chest. “Ever heard of agree to disagree?”

“Who would agree to disagree?” he snorted. “It makes no fucking sense.”

See how difficult it was to talk to him? But I wouldn’t give up on him.

“You need to get used to the idea that I’m not the Ophelia you first met,” I said patiently. “This Pip has read a lot of smutty romance and is super equipped to handle romance with you. It wouldn’t hurt if you follow my lead and agree to everything I say.”

“You don’t need to read trashy romances now that you have me.”

“If you don’t respect trashy—I meant smutty romance, then I won’t respect you!”

“Is that so?” he asked in his velvety, seductive voice as he lowered my butt to rub his massive hard-on. He was always hard around me.

My breath hitched, the thrill of the hunt coursing through my bloodstream. I couldn’t wait to ride the vampire’s sexy body.

Dark lust brimmed in his sapphire eyes, his eyelids growing more hooded. My body vibrated with need as heat rose between my thighs.

“Do your smutty books teach you how to sate your male to his great satisfaction, so he won’t look elsewhere?” he teased. “In my time, great relationships revolved around the bedroom.”

I punched his jaw, sending his head back.

“What was that for, Sunshine?”

“For looking elsewhere for any other females.”

He chuckled. “My jealous little monster.”

Before I could give him another piece of my mind, especially informing him that I wasn’t a jealous chick since that wasn’t how I rolled, he slanted his mouth over mine. Before I parted my lips wide enough, he forced his tongue in, sweeping it over mine and inviting me to waltz with him. The vampire was aggressive and impatient, but my core throbbed with need, so I let him have his way.

To be kissed and touched by the Vampire God was a divine experience, and I pondered whether I’d ever get over this addiction. Right now, I was too busy to worry about that. Pleasure tingled on my skin as his kiss became more demanding and possessive.

I grazed my teeth over the side of his tongue, debating whether I should bite it now or later. Maybe I shouldn’t make him high too soon. Let him work for it. Let him get used to working hard to please me, so he wouldn’t fall into the bad habit of taking me for granted and then taking advantage of me.

We were mated, but love is war, and men are strange animals. When you make things easy for them, they walk all over you.

His hands groped me roughly. The vampire was in a hurry to get into my pants, so he wasn’t as polished as usual, which was fine. My core burned for him, and our lust fueled each other.

If I read him right through our mating bond, I’d say he wanted a quick, rough fuck first, animal style, with him pounding into me from behind.

The vampire laid me down on our marriage bed. Then he took off my shoes and massaged my feet. Despite wanting to fuck me fast and hard, he was still a romantic.

His sapphire eyes never left me. Every time he gazed upon me like that, I felt like the most beautiful woman on Earth.

“You are, my love,” he said often, and I was never tired of hearing it.

Marlowe lifted my foot to his face, his mouth wrapping around my toe, his tongue suckling it. Pleasure shot to my nerve endings.

“Fuck! That feels so good, toe-sucker!” I cried out.

He narrowed his eyes at me, displeasure flitting across his handsome face.

“Toe-sucker?” he grated, his lips no longer wrapped around my sensitive toe.

“Don’t worry. I ain’t gonna call you that in public,” I said. “You’ll always be my Sugar Cheeks. Now, don’t stop.” I wiggled my toes in front of his face.

“You’ve offended your mate,” he said. “I don’t take any slight lightly, not even from my own Bride.”

“Then can we start over?” I suggested, my tone friendly. “You can suck my toes again, and I’ll call you sugar. I can even call you Your Majesty. It isn’t in name only, you know. You’ve got a majestic cock. I’m proud of you.”

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