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When he moved to her neck, and scraped his fangs there, she knew what was next.

“Oh, Death,” she whispered, as wave after wave of heat swamped her from just the scraping of them on her throat. “Please,” she begged.

Slowly, achingly so, he slipped them into her flesh, and Jolie’s blood exploded in his mouth. The taste of her was so familiar, it offered peace.

And he needed it.

Death hung on to the little control he had, and it wasn’t easy. He was a violent being, and this was a precious present to both of them.

Pulling his mouth from her throat, the thrusting of his hips grew.

“More,” Death ordered, not giving her any time to regain her focus. Instead, he slid into her harder and harder, burying his erection deep within her body.

Jolie gasped.

“Yes!” she shouted, as she felt so close to the edge that the orgasm was right there. “Please!”

When he switched the angle, she moaned.

There was nothing more erotic.

Death moaned in pleasure, as his balls tightened. He was close to losing control.

“Please,” she begged. “All I want is to cum.”

Well, if that was what his mate needed, he said the words, softly. They were in a language she didn’t understand, but Death did.

It set her off, and she exploded apart.

Only, with each slide back into her body, she came again.

And again.

And again.

Death gifted and tortured her with pleasure.

If he could die, this would be how it happened. He was feeling every tremor in her body as she repetitively orgasmed. It was Heaven and Hell.

Oh, and he knew Hell.

“I’m going to make you scream my name,” he whispered in her ear as he forced her to cum again.

Jolie couldn’t bear the pleasure anymore, and how Death was in full control of her body.

Mine. Forever.

Oh, she was well aware.

As the heat built between them, even Death had a limit, and he was at it.

When she came one more time, screaming his name, the whole realm shook from the power that happened between them.

Death roared in pleasure, as that orgasm tore through both of them, and he poured hotly into her body.

Time felt like it stopped.

When she opened her eyes, nothing moved around them, but Jacques was above her.