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You’ll forget every climax you’ve ever had. Every tongue that’s licked your body, every finger that’s touched your skin, every cock that’s fucked your cunt. After this, there will only be me.” I gulp. Dear lord. Death is a dirty-talker.
“Fuck yes, you’ll take me,” he grinds out, his fingers digging into my hips as he keeps squeezing himself in. “You’ll take all of me, every thick, hard inch of my cock until there’s stars in your eyes and no air left in your lungs.”
“He’s a God, Hanna. Not a guy, not a man, but a God. You should be receiving him with wide legs and an open heart.”
His body is magnificent, seven feet of pure muscle mass on perfectly smooth skin.
I want him to fuck me, devour me, ravage me. I’m his prisoner, I’m his captive, I’m here to be fucked senseless.
“I like it when you’re hungry,” he says in a husky voice. “I like how feral you become. There are so many sides to you, Hanna, I want to see them all come alive when I’m fucking you this deep.”
“Look at me, fairy girl. I want you to know who’s fucking you this ruthlessly.”
“Little bird,” Death says thickly, just as my orgasm reaches for me. “Fly away now.” The God of Death just obliterated me.
