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A tingle ignited around my clit as I nodded, working his length deep into my throat until my chin sunk into his tightening sac. My hands rested on his hips, soaking up his warmth. His breathing came faster, harder—as did his thrusts as he bucked into my mouth, his grip on my hair so ungiving it burned.
Burned so good!
Another tight grunt, then he gave a final thrust as he pushed my head down, keeping me locked between the aching pressure in my throat and the quick pulsations of his hips. A first shot of seed splashed hot against my throat, blistering around my esophagus before it seared down my trachea. Then another, and then a third.
A shiver wracked my entire body as his spent warmed my insides, but large parts of my body remained cold and frigid. It wasn’t nearly enough, and I grabbled at Enosh’s upper body as I pulled my mouth from his still-jerking cock, lips parting to beg him to fuck me. Devil be damned, I would take a spanking if only he put his hands on me.
“Enosh, I’m so cold,” I whimpered. “Please, touch me.”
“Mmm, begging so nicely.” Tugging on his breeches, he put himself away and leaned forward once more, bringing his mouth teasingly close to mine. “No.”
He rose and stepped away toward the dais.
My insides convulsed when the warmth of his seed faded away, right along with his body heat as he descended, leaving me behind without even a pat on my head.
I pushed myself up to stand and hurried to the edge of the dais. “Where are you… Why are you leaving?”
He didn’t bother turning around. “Because I am done with you.”
He was done with me…
My throat bobbed with a scream and my knees shook underneath me. This was not the man I’d married. This wasn’t even the god who’d first held me captive.
This was worse.
So much worse.
A crueler version intent on punishing me for something I didn’t do.
Red-hot rage pounded along every single one of my ribs, giving me the semblance of a heartbeat. “You’re a fucking bastard!”
He halted. “Careful now, little one. While I may be a bastard, I am also a god… and I advise you not to push me.”
I shifted my balance onto the balls of my feet. One more word of insult, and he would retaliate—his arrogance seldomly left him another choice.
Yet it was his arrogance I was after, and how it sometimes crumbled when his anger was too great. How much of it did it take to blow off his mask? To get to the man beneath?
Taking a steadying breath, I lifted my chin. “I have yet to meet a man who doesn’t think himself a god. Just because you happen to be one doesn’t make you any less of a bastard, and a poor husband along with it.”
“A poor husband?” He swung around, stomped up the dais with a promising twitch on his upper lip, and promptly gripped my throat before he let his snarl cut along my temple. “Even as they threw bladders filled with oil at me, then shot burning arrows to set me aflame, I fought them to ensure your escape to the Pale Court.”
“And you failed, because that brainless horse of yours didn’t get me anywhere near the Pale Court before I fell off,” I snapped as I leaned into his bruising hold on my throat, pressing against his chest until my nipples hardened at his closeness. “You’re not the only one who suffered, Enosh. I died!”
“And I did not!”
A flinch wrecked through me at his roar, and how bone crack-crack-crackled beneath our feet. Should that reassure me? Scare me? Which one?
“I’m sorry for how much they hurt you.” Regretted even more how it had turned him bitter, as though resolved to make me hurt the way they’d done with him. “I thought of you every day.”
“Had you?” His heavy breath broke against my earlobe, but it quickly changed into the caress of his lips. They hovered along my cheekbone toward my mouth, merely stroking the tips on the fine peachy hair covering my skin. “That amasses to many days indeed, my a
My core fluttered at the premise of his kiss. He wanted it as much as I did; I sensed it in how he shifted toward me, back, then toward me again—torn between his desire for affection and the fear of betrayal.
When his lips parted at the corner of my mouth, letting his heated breath fan my need for this kiss into a scorching flame, I arched my neck. I clenched my eyes shut and rose onto my toes. Higher. Higher yet.
Coldness.
I opened my eyes.
A frigid veil settled onto my heart as I stared at his polished chin. He held it high, his lips so entirely out of reach, yet it didn’t hide the smirk on his mouth. Neither his air of self-satisfaction over how he’d played with me like a cat with a bird after breaking one of its wings.
“Just how much did my dead wife want that kiss, hmm?” Staring down at me, he thumbed my bottom lip. “A pity... I have no appetite for your lies.”