Chapter 39
{Warning! This chapter contains mature contents not meant for young readers}
"Drogen," she breathed, her fingers tangling in his hair. His name came out like a prayer, her voice trembling with need.
"Say it again," he murmured against her skin, his voice rough, almost possessive.
"Drogen…" she whispered, and he groaned in response, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin before soothing it with his tongue.
They barely made it to the couch. He laid her down gently, hovering over her, his dark eyes blazing with desire. His lips met hers again, slower this time, savoring every moment. His hands moved with a careful intensity, tracing her bare skin as though he were memorizing her.
Natasha arched into his touch, her body responding instinctively to his. The sensation of his hands on her, his lips trailing lower, was almost too much to bear.
"Drogen…" she gasped, her breath hitching as he kissed the curve of her waist.
"Tell me if it's too much," he said, his voice low, his gaze locking onto hers.
"It's not enough," she admitted, her cheeks flushed.
A wicked smile curved his lips as he leaned back down, his hands and mouth worshiping her in ways that left her trembling. He gave her another earth shattering orgasm, leaving her trembling with pleasure in his arms.
When they finally made their way to the bathroom, Natasha decided it was her turn to make him feel good.
The hot water cascaded over them, she knelt between Drogen's legs, her fingers trembling slightly as they trailed up his thighs. His dark eyes burned with desire, watching her every move with an intensity that made her breath catch.
"You don't have to—" he began, his voice low and strained, but she silenced him with a soft, daring smile.
"I want to," she said firmly, her voice carrying a mix of determination and curiosity.
Her hands moved to undo his pants, freeing his hardened cock from the confines of the fabric. Drogen let out a sharp inhale as her hand wrapped around his length, her touch tentative yet deliberate. She glanced up at him, seeking reassurance, and the raw hunger in his gaze was all the encouragement she needed.
Leaning forward, she pressed a soft kiss to his tip, her lips warm and teasing. He groaned, his hands holding the wall for support as she took him in slowly, her tongue swirling in gentle, deliberate movements that made his head tilt back in pleasure.
"Natasha," he murmured, his voice a rough, broken plea. His hand moved to tangle in her hair, not to guide her but to feel her, to anchor himself in the overwhelming sensation she was giving him.
She grew bolder with each passing second, her mouth working him in a rhythm that had him trembling beneath her touch. His deep groans filled the bathroom, and she couldn't help but feel a spark of satisfaction at the way she could make him react.
"God," he muttered, his voice thick with pleasure as his grip on her hair tightened slightly. "You're going to drive me insane."
Her lips curved into a small smile against his cock, but she didn't stop, her movements becoming more purposeful, more confident. Drogen's body tensed, his breaths ragged as she pushed him closer to the edge. Just before he climaxed, he quickly pulled out of her as he shuddered and groaned from the intense explosion, orgasm claiming him whole.
When he finally pulled her up, his chest heaving, his lips crashed against hers in a kiss so passionate it left her dizzy. "You're incredible," he murmured, his voice filled with both satisfaction and desire.
Natasha smiled, her cheeks flushed, her heart racing as she lost herself in the intensity of his embrace.
By the time they were done showering, Natasha was breathless, her legs weak. She barely remembered how they managed to teleport back to her room at her mother's house.
Now, she lay on her bed, utterly spent, her body still tingling from the intensity of their time together. Drogen was behind her, his arms wrapped securely around her waist, pulling her against him. She could still feel his arousal pressing against her ass, a reminder of his insatiable desire.
"Can't you ever get tired?" she murmured, her voice laced with exhaustion and amusement.
Drogen chuckled softly, his breath warm against her ear. "Not when it comes to you," he admitted, his hand trailing gently over her side, his touch comforting this time, not demanding.
For a moment, silence fell between them, comfortable and peaceful.
"About that photo with your dad and brother," Drogen finally said, his voice breaking the stillness. "Where are they?"
Natasha tensed slightly before exhaling deeply. "We lost them in a car accident," she said quietly.
Drogen's hold on her tightened, a silent gesture of comfort. "Don't feel too sad about it, Princess," he murmured. "I'm sure they've been reborn into new lives or are up there, watching over you from heaven."
His words were simple, yet they held a weight that made her chest ache in a bittersweet way. She turned her head slightly, her gaze meeting his.
"Thank you," she whispered, her heart swelling at the sincerity in his tone.
Wanting to shift the focus, she decided to ask about him. "What about you? I know you've been alive for centuries, but you must have had parents, right? Do you miss them?"
Drogen's expression darkened slightly, but his voice remained steady. "I don't remember anything about my life before I became a grim reaper," he admitted. "No faces, no names… nothing except my own. It's like everything was wiped clean when I took on this existence."
Natasha turned fully to face him, her hand resting on his chest. "That must be lonely," she said softly.
He looked down at her, his gaze tender. "It was," he admitted. "But not anymore."
Her heart skipped a beat at his words, and she couldn't help the small smile that tugged at her lips. For a moment, they simply lay there, wrapped in each other's warmth, until she drifted to sleep.
As soon as she was asleep, Drogen stood up from the bed then tucked her properly inside the blanket. He had somewhere important to be, those bastards still hadn't received their share of punishments yet.