Page 25 of Hellish Fae
Long silver hair sweeps over her slender back as her head tips up toward the wooden beams above, and a sound like pure ecstasy leaves her shaking in his arms.
“Lie back. Let me take care of you,” he says in a calming tone.
Simply from the sound of his voice, I almost believe he will.
When her body lowers, her soft wings slide against my chest, and I’m so lost right now, I just hold her like a fucking creep watching the two of them while wishing I could be him.
I fucking hate myself in this moment. More than my father ever could.
“Damien.” My name rasps from her mouth, accompanied by the most uncontrollable moan as he fucks her harder with his hand.
Did I say hate? I meant fucking despise. I despise myself right now. Self-loathing is at an all time high currently.
She looks up at me with a mixture of guilt and lust in her pretty features.
“Please leave,” she gasps, withering in my hands, her back arching from me as her hips thrust against him.
I should go.
“Don’t go,” the demon says with wild, sinister eyes.
He’s alluring. His tone, his shirtless body, even his gaze exudes this demanding, intriguing essence. Someone like him just reminds me why seraphs are forbidden to mingle with other supernaturals.
“Kiss her,” he whispers darkly like a faint voice in the back of my mind.
I glance from him to her, and her hooded eyes drift slowly to my lips.
It isn’t a hard choice.
Even if it is suggested by the worst person I should never take advice from.
My head dips, and she lifts to catch my mouth with hers.
The delicious sounds she makes against me change the way I hold her. My palms settle more firmly against her damp skin, and my fingers sweep up to roll across her pebbled nipple until she’s kissing me harder and deeper.
I want more. I want more than I’ve wanted in over a year.
And it has nothing to do with the sex-fueled atmosphere, and everything do to with the beautiful woman lying in my lap.
My palm pushes lower and my fingers slide ever so slowly down her folds. Wet fingers glide over mine, and the moment I touch him, unimaginable lust bursts through my chest.
“Fuck,” I growl against her mouth. The lowest rumbling laughter hums around the room from the demon across from me.
“Feels good, doesn’t it, Fallen?”
Her body goes taut in my arms, and she slams her head back against my shoulder with the sexiest fucking sounds coming from her swollen parted lips. I can’t take my eyes off of her as her release trembles through every part of her perfect body.
A hand grips the edge of the bathtub right next to my shoulder, and his skin slides against mine as he holds himself above us like a creature of the night preparing to devour its prey. I look up and meet those wild black eyes of his. He searches my face, his attention dipping to my lips before he leans closer, closer.
And then hovers his lips over hers, never touching, never kissing, but something much more intimate passes between them when he takes a deep breath.
She lifts to meet him, but he never seals their lips. Instead, flecks of glittering black and glowing gold syphon from her gasping mouth. The colors twirl between them, and the demon’s eyes flutter shut as he inhales what she gives him with a groan that even I feel deep inside.
For a single fleeting moment, I think he’s draining her of life. He must be stealing her soul or eating her sins.
But the animalistic growls and the strain of his cock against his dark jeans tells me he isn’t taking sinister things from her at all.
He’s taking her orgasm.
