“I didn’t know it was you,” I admit, raising my hands to run them through his golden blond hair.
“Those people deserved to die,” he continues. “They hurt you.”
I thought I’d be furious once I discovered the truth of my serial killer stalker. I thought I would be upset. Instead, I…understand. It’s twisted and fucked up, and I think a part of me is irrevocably broken. But even when we believed we were humans, we didn’t live to human standards. Our morals are skewed, and I can’t fault Avery for being who he was made to be. He’s not just an instrument of death; he is death. He decides who lives and who dies.
Maybe that makes me callous. I’m sure my reaction would be entirely different if I actually liked any of the people who were killed in my name. Instead, I feel nothing but numbness as I stare at the numerous photographs of Avery’s victims throughout time. The return of my memories destroyed something fundamental inside of me, something that made me human. If I discovered the truth only yesterday, when I retained only my human memories, I would’ve been terrified. At least, I think I would’ve been. I can’t tell you for certain.
All I know is that a diminutive part of me must have always suspected I was something other. Why else didn’t I contact the cops after my first assassination attempt? Why did I hold these secrets to my chest, obscuring them from the world?
Because you knew,a tiny voice whispers in my head. Even before you got your memories back.
“Emily…” He slants his mouth over mine, and I lose myself to his kiss.
How many times did I imagine kissing Avery Living when I was nothing but a human?
How many times did I actually kiss Avery when we were living in my palace in the Realm of the Gods?
This kiss surpasses anything from my past.
It’s a clashing of lips and teeth and tongues. It’s a meeting of two lost souls who’ve been shoved apart by forces outside of their understanding and control. Avery kisses me like he needs me to breathe, to survive. As if he can’t imagine a world without my lips seared to his.
Fire races down my spine, and I almost believe Sin has made an impromptu appearance. That wouldn’t surprise me. I once found him lingering in my closet for days in the Realm of the Gods.
Avery’s hands roam over my body, and I do the same with his. His muscles flex under my exploring hands as I reluctantly pull my lips away from his, desperate to breathe.
“Fuck, Em,” he pants, kissing down my neck.
I quickly shove his sleep shorts down until his cock springs free, already hard and dripping with pre-cum. My pelvic muscles clench at the realization that Avery sleeps commando.
Fuck, I had this magnificent cock mere feet away from me for years, and I never used it? What was human me thinking?
“I want to…” He lowers his mouth to my breast and captures my nipple through my shirt and bra. I groan at the contact, arching my back so he can take my tit further into his mouth. “I want to take this slow.”
“Well, I want you to fuck me,” I counter immediately, voice breathless. I take a step away and quickly shed my clothing, reveling in Avery’s heated eyes and low, predatory growl. The beautifulness of his face belies the monster lurking just beneath the surface.
Kicking off his own shorts, we stand facing each other. My back is flush against the closet wall, but that doesn’t stop Avery from stalking forward looking every inch the dangerous beast I know him to be.
“Turn around,” he growls, and I comply immediately, pressing my fingertips against the wall. This new position has my breasts dangling forward, and Avery wastes no time kneading them as he stands behind me. “Why is it that I loved you for years when you never noticed me?” he demands into my ear, voice silky and embodying death and darkness. “Why is it that you only love me with your memories intact?”
He doesn’t wait for me to respond, tugging sharply on my nipples until I gasp out loud.
“Do you love me, Emily Lopez?” Using one hand, he tangles his fingers in my hair and wrenches my head back. I know his question is a double-edged sword, one I’m seconds from impaling myself on. He wants to know if I still love him, the God of Death. And if I ever loved the cute, boy-next-door, Avery Living.
“Yes,” I gasp out, the answer coming to me instantly. “I’ve always loved you.”
And I did. I was just too terrified to act on my desires. For so long, Avery was nothing but an unattainable daydream. He was the cute boy who was best friends with my brothers. Why would he ever be interested in a girl like me? He could date supermodels if he so desired.
“You’re my best friend,” I continue as his cock brushes my back.
Avery releases my hair abruptly, and I sag forward. Before I can even catch my breath, his palm catches on my ass cheek. The sting of pain travels straight to my throbbing core, and tears once more blur my vision.
Whack.
My body rocks forward with the force of his next hit.
Whack. Whack. Whack.
I’m sure my ass is turning red, but that only amplifies my lust and desire. There’s something addictive about pain. Something that crosses into pleasure territory.
Every spank against my sensitive ass fuels something inside of me, something I can’t put into words.
“Fuck, Avery!” I moan, my breasts swaying forward. He grips one tightly before swatting it, the hit gentler than the one he did on my ass.
“We’ve been apart too long, my love,” he purrs, and the next moment, his long cock is sheathed inside of me. I let out a gasp at the sheer rightness of it, the fullness. My pussy clenches around his member like a fucking glove.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I pant as he begins
