Read Fallen (Dark God Saga) Online
Authors: Violette Dubrinsky,Renee Flowers
When the waitress departed, Thanatos gave her his full attention.
“You speak French,” she stated.
He nodded.
“What else do you speak?”
Thanatos seemed to consider that for a moment before he smiled, revealing beautiful white teeth. “I pick up languages quickly so I speak...many.”
“Many like three or four or many like over ten?”
“The latter.”
Simone blinked hard. Was he serious?
“Does that upset you?” Thanatos looked concerned.
Immediately, she shook her head. “No—God no. I’ve just never met anyone who can speak over ten languages fluently.”
“You’ve never met me before,” he replied, lids lowering as his eyes smoldered from under them.
Simone had contemplated not wearing a bra with her silk shirt, but was glad she’d listened to common sense instead of being reckless. Her nipples just turned to stone.
The waitress returned with a trolley holding two chilled bottles of red wine and poured for both of them. When she left again, Thanatos lifted his glass and smiled at her, as if he knew exactly how much he was affecting her and liked it.
Clearing her throat, Simone lifted her own wine glass and took a sip.
“How did you hear about this place?” It was good to talk about trivial things, to keep her mind off of his body.
“A friend of mine owns it,” he replied, in a vague way she was coming to associate with him.
“Is he the chef?”
“No, his wife is.”
“Oh.”
“How’s your wine?” he asked softly.
It was good. She was no wine connoisseur , but this one wasn’t as sour or dry as the rest.
“Good. Yours?”
“I’d rather be tasting you.”
Her jaw slackened. Wetness pooled between her legs instantly and Simone squeezed her thighs together. It was a good thing that she hadn’t been drinking the wine when he said that.
When she lifted her eyes to his, it was to find him watching her intensely. He leaned forward, his massive shoulders rolling forward under his shirt, and asked, “Do I make you uncomfortable, Simone?”
“No—er—yes—I mean, no.”
He smiled, and reached across the table for her hand. Turning it over so that palm was exposed to his fingers, he began to trace the indentations. Her mother had told her they were ‘money lines.’ Simone never thought something as innocent as touching someone’s hand could be erotic. She was proven wrong. The things he did to her hand...and the things that did to her body.
By the time their food arrived, food was the last thing on both of their minds.
***
After dinner, which was as amazing as she’d known it would be, the head chef stepped from the kitchen to greet them. She was a beautiful, dark skinned woman, tall and graceful, with an old world look about her even as she looked to be in her mid-twenties. Thanatos had said he was friends with her husband, but he obviously knew her well. The woman pressed her flawless cheek to the side of his and stepped away. The two began talking, the woman laughing at things Thanatos said as he smiled in return. Her name was Penny. It was probably “Penelope” but Thanatos was
such
a close friend, he introduced her as “Penny.”
She was jealous. Simone knew when she was being irrational and this was very irrational. The beautiful chef with her small, perfect face and tall, graceful body, had done nothing but give Thanatos a friendly, uninterested kiss, and here she was—horny and stupidly emotional—getting jealous.
Simone was glad when they stepped into the frigid air outside. What she needed was a cold shower and her bed, or a bed and Thanatos Aeron. Both would ease her frustration, but she was leaning more to the latter.
She released a groan and Thanatos shifted closer to her. They were in the car again, and she guessed he was taking her home. From the moment they’d entered the car, they hadn’t exchanged one word.
“What’s wrong?” He only made it worse. His voice, the darkness of the car and the slight privacy afforded them.
“Tired,” she lied.
“Really?”
She nodded.
“So you’re not considering jumping onto my lap as I’m considering pulling you onto it?”
A shocked gasp left her and she turned to him. He was staring ahead, a smile on his lips. Thanatos turned to face her. The grin disappeared. Put on display by street-light, his eyes looked black from the amount of heat reflected in them.
He cupped her cheek, before tracing down to her neck. “I want to kiss you, Simone.” Her lips parted of their own accord. “I want to teach you the pleasures found between a man and a woman.” Her nipples tingled. He leaned closer, until he was barely an inch away. His breath tickled her face as he spoke. “I want to bury my cock so deep inside you there is confusion as to where I end and you begin.” Her clit throbbed. Oh. God.
Thanatos leaned forward and kissed her soft before moving down to her neck and brushing his lips across her rapidly beating pulse. His free hand slipped under her shirt and made its way to her bra. He easily pushed it down and freed her breasts, tweaking the already hard nipples.
Simone’s moan was low and she thrust her breasts to him. The hand at her face moved to her jeans and opened them. Two fingers slid into her panties and she parted her legs wider and moaned.
“Let me show you...” His voice washed over her as his fingers searched out her button and began to caress. Her jeans were snug, making it more difficult for him, but he found a way. Groping at her breasts and pussy, he leaned forward and buried his tongue in her mouth. Simone whimpered, returning his kiss and working her hips faster against his seeking fingers.
“Let me teach you...”
His finger dipped into her pussy, which caused her to cry out before biting her lip. The driver might hear. She came soon after, pussy clenching around his finger as she struggled and failed to control herself.
***
Thanatos removed his fingers from her soft, tight clutch, ignoring the overpowering scent of her desire, and straightened her clothing. His erection throbbed and he repositioned it in his boxer-briefs.
Simone closed the distance between them by sidling up to him. Shocked, Thanatos turned to her. She kissed him, soft and slow, before digging her knees into the soft car seat on both sides of his thighs and straddling him.
“Show me,” she said breathlessly, her hips unconsciously grinding into his as she kissed him again. “Teach me.”
***
The walk to her apartment was a blur of colors. Simone remembered nothing but the frantic make-out in the elevator, the groping and straining as she attempted to find her keys with him behind her running his palms over her ass and back, the rapid sigh of relief as the door unlocked and he swept her inside, kicking it shut with his foot.
He stripped her quick, the heat in his eyes showing approval of her naked body. She led him to her bedroom, where she partially undressed him, trailing her fingers across tight and indented muscles, before kissing his hard, mouth-watering, pecs. She was going too slowly however, because Thanatos set her away from him and made quick work of removing his clothes.
In a matter of seconds, she was on her back, staring into those liquidized grey eyes and briefly wondering if this was a good idea. When he kissed her again, she clutched at his back and snaked her tongue against his. It wasn’t a good idea. It was the best idea she’d had in a while.
His cock grazed her puffy lips and Simone tensed. He was so big, and hard.
“Relax, Simone,” Thanatos whispered softly, moving his cock up her slit once more. He swirled the head around her button and then he slid down, holding still when he reached her wet entrance.
As he pushed forward, Simone felt a pleasurable sort of pressure and moaned. It felt like his finger, only much, much bigger. The pressure built, turned to pain. She whimpered. He murmured soft words in her ear, attached his lips to hers, and withdrew almost completely.
***
With one quick thrust, Thanatos buried himself deep, knowing he’d hurt her, regretting that he’d had to, but not regretting being her first man.
First, last, only.
He didn’t know where the words came from, but Thanatos couldn’t focus on them right now.
Simone looked beautiful with her teeth pulling at her bottom lip, her face contorted in pleasure mixed pain, and her lashes fanning her cheek. Lowering his lips to her neck, he kissed the soft skin gently, waiting for her to adjust to him.
In that moment, Thanatos decided she would be his. Powers or not, human or not, he would be the only man to have her.
“Is there still pain?” he asked when a soft sigh left her lips.
Her eyes were big, and vulnerable as they locked on his. Simone licked at her lips, and swallowed. “It—I—it’s better.”
His hips slid backward before coming into her again. Thanatos set a slow pace, leashing himself so as to not hurt her unnecessarily, which proved difficult. His powers, which were usually dormant, seemed to vibrate through every cell in his body.
***
Simone watched him, watched the expressions flit across his face as his cock slid into her, over and over again. He lowered his head to her breasts and began to suck, keeping steady the thrusts of his hips, and Simone parted her legs wider and caught his head against her breast. His hair was so thick and silky. Her fingers caressed his warm scalp.
As his thrusts grew more frantic, Simone lifted her hips to meet them. Despite the soreness, she could feel the approach of an orgasm.
Reaching between their bodies, Thanatos’s finger found her clit, pressing and releasing. Simone gasped and clenched down on him. He grunted against her nipple, pushing into her with even more urgency.
“Come for me, Simone,” he murmured in his sinful voice as his tongue licked around her nipple.
She screamed, jerking as ripple after ripple rushed through her.
Tightening his hold on her hips, Thanatos slammed harder into her body, feeling the need to come, to release inside of her.
A low groan tore from him and he fell onto her, his seed shooting from his body into hers. He probably shouldn’t have come inside her, especially with her being a virgin and probably not on any form of birth control, but Thanatos didn’t care. In fact, the thought of Simone swelling with his child—children—didn’t terrify him as it should.
Sated, he rolled over and took her with him. She shivered, and Thanatos recognized that there was a little chill on the air.
Out of habit, he waved a hand with the expectation of that the covers who cocoon them. Then remembered he was human. Had been human for close to a century, and would probably remain that way for much longer. Opening his eyes, he was about to reach for covers when he recognized Simone’s fluffy pink and green comforter was over them.
What in the name of the Gods—?
He tested it again, this time turning off the light. His powers were back—not completely, but they were returning. He could feel them pulsing under his skin in lethargic waves as if awakening from a long slumber. Death lifted its sluggish head, but was there. Alive.