Mine, too.

I brought my other hand up and enclosed his cockhead with it, gathering more of the translucent seed he wept in copious amounts. Once lubricated, I pumped his length with both hands, working the engorged flesh with hard jerks until it smacked and squelched.

“Ah, little one, how I have pondered your punishment.” Enosh sunk deeper into his throne. “What to do with my faithless wife? Put your sharp tongue on my balls.”

When he spread his legs as wide as the gathered breeches below his knees allowed, I sunk my face to his heavy sac. I set my tongue against the underside of one testicle and lifted it, sensing the weight and the velvety skin which encased it. His masculine groans vibrated in the air when I sucked it into my mouth, only to release it and do the same to the other.

He ground into my face, snickering how I moaned at the swath of warmth from his sac pressed against my nose. “If memory serves, then your mouth can do better than that...”

“You’re terrible.”

I gripped his smooth, glistening crown, squeezing its flare until it wanted to pop out of the tight grip of my palm. But I didn’t let it, milking his cockhead until Enosh’s buttocks tightened. His hips lifted toward me, and I placed the hard tip of my tongue at the base of his cock. In one, slow, languid motion, I ran it up along his length the way he liked, letting my hums join his ragged breaths.

When I wrapped my lips around the head, he fisted my hair, the touch rough and demanding. It sent a wonderful tingle into my scalp. His hand followed my rhythm for one bob of my head, two, three. At the fourth, he pushed down until his cock hit the back of my throat.

“Deeper!” His command fought for dominance against my pitiful gagging sounds as his other hand came to my face, only for his fingers to squeeze my nostrils shut. “Open for me, little— Ah, ah, ah, I said nothing about pulling back! Did you not claim that you would have returned to me? To this? You will open for me. You will show me just how glad you are to have this cock in your mouth once again.” Panic seeped into my stomach until I gasped for air, widening my throat far enough for his length to force itself past the urge to retch. Only then did he release his clasp on my nostrils. “Such an interesting observation among your kind. Corpses, that is. You need no air, but I have yet to meet one with his soul bound who can suppress the innate reflex.”

I wanted to tell him to go to hell, but it sounded more like, “Gh-mmh-cr-uh…”

“Ah, little one, I ought to drape you over my lap and spank the rot off your ass for what I am certain was an insult, but ah… how nice your voice vibrated around my cock.” A guttural groan, followed by a shivering thrust of his hips. “Mmm, yes, take me deep. Swallow all of me, and I might feed you my hot seed. Would you like that? For my spent to scorch along your throat and land warm in your belly?”

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 annoyingly beautiful wife with poisoned lips that tempt me for a taste.”

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.”

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