Page 68 of Living with Death

Nerves swarm in my belly.

He climbs on top of me, spreading my legs with his body. The candles dance around us, and the fire hisses, reflecting in the glass windows.

I lift my arms as he settles between my thighs, feeling his hardness push against me. He sits back on his knees, looking down at me.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs.

I want to close my legs, but his broad thighs keep me from doing that. His stomach muscles tighten, and he looks down between my legs as he slides his thumb over my center.

I moan without shame.

“So wet,” Azrael says. He rotates his thumb, pressing down. He gathers my wetness and slides his thumb up and down, circling, pushing, and then his fingers enter me.

I arch my back, my eyes closing as I grip his forearm. The silk beneath me is smooth against my skin. “Jesus,” I moan.

“Jesus isn't here, darling.”

I smirk, darting my tongue out. I wet my lips as Az moves his fingers inside me. He pulls them out before plunging them back in. Sweat moves down my spine as pure pleasure washes over me.

My hips move on their own. Azrael snakes his hand up and over my stomach, gripping my breast. I blink, biting my lip. Hot desire burns in his eyes, his lips pouty, and his forehead wrinkles with concentration.

I could come just from that look alone.

He removes his fingers before he takes hold of himself. Azrael grips my thigh and looks at me.

My chest heaves and my body burns, needing him so badly I can hardly take it.

He never looks away from my face as he enters me.

A rush of bliss passes my lips in a sweet moan. He grunts, moving his hips. I grasp the silk sheets, my other hand going to the pillow above me.

Oh my God. I’ve been missing out. Is this what it’s supposed to feel like, this earth-shattering? This perfect? The connection I feel with our bodies joined this way makes my heart swell. The sounds coming from my throat are unrecognizable. “I knew you'd feel this way,” he says, sliding back inside me, slippery from the wetness coating him. “I knew it from the moment I laid eyes on you. You were always supposed to be mine.”

He moves up, and I feel every inch of him. I move my head to the side as he sucks my nipple and then licks my neck. Azrael grabs my chin so that he can kiss me. Our tongues dance wildly, and my breathing is rough. I slide my hand around his side, over the muscles on his back. They shift with his movement.

He drags his hand past my heavy breast and wraps it around my throat. His thick fingers hold me possessively. “I told you, you'd know if you were being fucked if it were me.”

“No one mattered before you.” I lick his chin, nipping as I link my ankles behind him, pressing him closer to me. He pulls on my earlobe. “Do you know how beautiful you are?” He keeps his hand around my neck, pumping into me. My thighs burn, and my core tightens.

“You changed everything for me.”

My mouth is open. He kisses my jaw and chin, and then our lips meet. “Tell me you feel what I feel,” he grunts as he slips back inside me. I cry out. My orgasm is building.

“Don't stop.”

I grip his arms, and he goes faster. A deep moan moves up from my throat, echoing through the room. A wave of pleasure soars through my body. My toes point as my calves tighten, and my head falls back as I ride the wave. He grabs my throat again, whispering into my ear. “So perfect,” he says as I come.

I groan as my body falls onto the bed. Azrael moves back. “Get on your knees,” he says. Blissfully satisfied, I turn over onto my knees. Azrael wraps my hair around his hand and slips himself back inside me. He thrusts over and over, bending above my body. He pulls my hair so my head goes back. He whispers sweet, dirty words into my ear.

“Do you like how my cock feels sliding in and out of you? I'm going to come.” And with a beautiful, growling moan, he does.

He moves gently out of me, kissing the center of my spine. He pats my ass, and I look back at him. My hair is still wrapped around his hand, looking bright red against the paleness of his skin.

I grin because I can't help it.

He smiles.

“My God. Where have you been?” I move, and he lets my hair go. I fall to the side, my body sedated.

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