Page 17 of Prince of Ruin
He slid his fingers under her skirt, tangling them in the strings of her G-string as her hips lifted. A single fierce pull and they were gone, torn in two. The sting of it marked her flesh.
“Maybe we should lay some rules,” she said, a little nervously.
A hand slid up her abdomen, slamming her back against the desk. “Maybe there are no rules.”
“Isn’t this—”
“Part your thighs.” He nudged forward, between them. “Part them and show me how much you want this. I promise you’ll like this, little angel. You want to be her? Then be her, just for one night. I will break you with pleasure. I will make you scream with need. I will do to you everything that I ever wanted to do to her.”
She had a fist in his shirt. “You won’t hurt me?”
Glory’s kiss, what had she gotten herself into?
His hard gaze shuttered. “Only if you beg me to.”
There was a wealth of meaning in those words, ones she was afraid she understood.
Sera nodded, and her voice came out in a small whisper, “Okay.”
He must have sensed her sudden nervousness.
Knuckles brushed between her thighs, the leather of his gloves sliding slick against her clit. It was shocking. Deliciously gentle. And she was so close to the edge that she didn’t think it would take her long to break. Not like this.
Sera gasped.
“Reach back,” Azazel insisted. “Grab hold of the handle on that drawer. And don’t let go. If you let go while I’m eating your pussy, I’ll throw you out of this club.”
“And if I don’t let go?” She complied, the wings digging in a little as she caught the handle.
Their eyes met.
He palmed her thighs, forcing them as wide as they could go. Her skirt slid up, and she was fairly certain she was bare to the world.
But he didn’t look. He merely stared through her, as if this was the moment he’d remember once this was all done.
“They say that angels taught humans the truth about love,” he breathed, his head lowering over her. She could almost see the outline of his wings—shrouded in shadow—and the power of his beauty as he crouched between her thighs hit her like a truck. Greedy eyes dropped to the wetness between her thighs. “But demons taught them how to fuck.”
Looking up the line of her body, he buried his head between her thighs. The first stroke of his tongue was a lash. The second slower, nuzzling into hot flesh. He suckled at her until she was desperate and gasping.
“Please!”
It was just as punishing a kiss as the one he’d bestowed on her mouth.
But where that had been a claim, this was a brand.
A tongue speared inside her, hard fingers curling into her ass. Sera screamed as pleasure broke through her. She wanted to reach down and grab a fistful of his hair, but the thought of losing any chance of this made her fingers curl around the handle.
Don’t let go.
Her hips wanted to lift. She ground herself against his mouth, begging, little desperate cries that spilled from her lips and broke over him….
And then she was collapsing against the polished walnut with a gasp as he lifted his face.
He pressed a gentle kiss to her slick pussy as her sensitive flesh twitched, and Sera pressed the back of her hand to her mouth and bit hard, to try and force her way through the rush of sensation overwhelming her.
“You let go,” he whispered.
“After you finished,” she gasped, curling her fingers into a fist.
