Американские боги
Chapter 8
Shestaredathimwitheyesthecolorofdarkamber,thenloweredhermouthtohisandkissedhimwithapassion,kissedhimsocompletelyandsodeeplythatthere,onthebridgeoverthelake,inhisprisoncell,inthebedintheCairofuneralhome,healmostcame.Herodethesensationlikeakiteridingahurricane,willingitnottocrest,nottoexplode,wantingitnevertoend.Hepulleditundercontrol.Hehadtowarnher.
—Mywife,Laura.Shewillkillyou.
—Notme,shesaid.
Afragmentofnonsensebubbledupfromsomewhereinhismind:inmedievaldaysitwassaidthatawomanontopduringcoituswouldconceiveabishop.Thatwaswhattheycalledit:tryingforabishop…
Hewantedtoknowhername,buthedarednotaskherathirdtime,andshepushedherchestagainsthis,andhecouldfeelthehardnubsofhernipplesagainsthischest,andshewassqueezinghim,somehowsqueezinghimdowntheredeepinsideherandthistimehecouldnotrideitorsurfit,thistimeitpickedhimupandspunandtumbledhimaway,andhewasarchingup,pushingintoherasdeeplyashecouldimagine,asiftheywere,insomeway,partofthesamecreature,tasting,drinking,holding,wanting…
—Letithappen,shesaid,hervoiceathroatyfelinegrowl.Giveittome.Letithappen.Andhecame,spasminganddissolving,thebackofhisminditselfliquefyingthensublimatingslowlyfromonestatetothenext.
