Page 21 of Prince of Ruin
He swore under his breath. “So be it.”
He forced himself deep until she was almost choking. Hot gushes of seed wet the back of her throat. Sera coughed, her eyes widening as she sought to breathe through this moment. A tingle of heat slicked its way between her thighs. Her own dirty little secret. Some part of her liked being used by this.
She wanted more.
She wanted him inside her, fucking her like this, pinning her to the bed….
It was like coming alive and staring her own demons in the face.
Azazel’s fingers stilled in her hair, and he bent forward, gasping now. The caress of his thumb against her cheeks was oddly gentle as he let her draw back, swallowing the rest of his cum.
Their eyes met.
She’d stripped him of every inch of that cold, controlled façade. Staring up his body, she saw the demon in him. Wild. Dangerous. Flushed with the glow of orgasm. The heated nature of his stare felt like fingers sliding through her pussy. It was as though he could see right through her, see the truth she’d only just revealed to herself.
“You liked that.” He leaned down, kissing at her mouth. Sharp little nips that stung. The pull of it throbbed all the way through her. “Do you want more, little angel?”
“Yes.” She slid her hands up his chest, but he captured her wrists and drove them back to the bed.
“No. I touch. You obey.”
“Damn you. I just want to feel you!”
“You will.” A roughened laugh broke through his raw throat. A finger stroked over her thigh. “What’s wrong? Does it ache?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” He shoved her onto her knees, facing away from him, capturing her hands behind her back. The movement forced her wings together, the thin wires cutting into her arms. Sera bit her lip, but she couldn’t, for the life of her, have complained.
“Do you see her?” she whispered.
His hands paused. “Who?”
“The woman you loved.”
Such stillness. It wasn’t that of a creature caught by surprise. No, this had more to do with a jungle cat stalking its prey. Trying to decide whether to play her games, or tear her throat out for daring.
“You said you’d let me be her,” she whispered. “Is this what you want of her? One night. Just one night. And you can do anything you like to her.”
Those words finally set him back into motion.
Azazel captured a fistful of her hair and bent her back until her spine arced obscenely. “Adangerousrequest, little angel. Because if I had her for one night only, then I wouldruinher.”
She felt the wetness between her thighs, the intolerable ache. Maybe it was punishment she sought, because she wanted to make the rest of her ache as much as her heart had.
“Then ruin me,” she gasped. “Punish me. Make me scream. Make me beg.”
Hard fingers drove into her from behind.
Sera cried out as she felt them penetrate her to the knuckle. Forbidden fantasies stormed to life; everything she’d ever pictured as she slipped beneath her blankets and slid her hands beneath her waistband.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he whispered, and then he curled those fingers within her, finding just the right pressure spot.
She saw stars.
Curling his palm around her from behind, he eased those fingers back and forth, stroking her, stealing a gasp from her lips. Animal need broke through her. His knees pushed between hers, spreading her wider. Exposed to everything. Cool air slicked her skin, but it was the sensation of those fingers working within her, stretching her, filling her….
Again he brushed that spot.
