Page 23 of Prince of Ruin
He withdrew his hand and slapped her there, the shock of it ricocheting through her. “I said come.”
Fingers speared through her wet folds, and when he touched her there again, it was like he pulled the trigger.
She couldn’t stop herself. She couldn’t hold herself together. She was soaring again. Flying. Arching her spine and reaching behind her to clasp the back of his neck, her nails digging in as his brutish cock found that sweet spot inside her, and sent her spinning off orbit. He ground within her with torturous slowness, riding her through orgasm. She half turned her face. His lips were so close. She wanted them on hers, wanted to steal some part of himself in this moment, and not just his body….
“I don’t think so.”
A hard hand between her shoulder blades forced her down, onto her hands and knees. Sera screamed as he drove within her again. The angle was deeper, harder. She couldn’t think.
There was no mercy in this moment.
Only fury and pleasure, knotted tight around each other.
“All that chastity.” Azazel drove her forward, capturing a fistful of her hair again. “All of that purity. You reek of it. Lie to me. Lie to me.”
“I love you,” she gasped.
He ground her cheek into the silk sheets, thighs slamming against hers.
It was too much. Not enough.
She couldn’t catch her breath, could hardly find purchase with her arms bound behind her. It felt as though he was piledriving into her, his cock searching for her very heart.
“I love you.” Tears burst into her eyes as her body clenched around his. “I’ll never stop loving you.Never. I promise on my soul.”
His thrusts slowed. Hard fingers curled in the flesh of her hip, and then he gasped, jerking within her.
A growl of need traced shivers down her spine, and then Azazel finally collapsed over her.
“You lie so sweetly, I almost believe you,” he whispered, fingers brushing back and forth over her thigh. A laugh tore from his throat. “Indeed, you’re doing such a good job, I could almost believe youwereher.”
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The blood was the problem.
It slicked her thighs, drying sticky between them. Sera tried to drag the sheets up to hide it, but he caught her wrist, his expression freezing when he saw the mess there.
Azazel’s heated stare cut right through her.
“You were a virgin.” He said it the same way one would say “there’s a tiger on the lawn.” Slightly shocked. A little unbelieving. Lashed with traces of denial.
Sera gave a shaky laugh, jerking her hand free and finally yanking the sheets into place. “I told you…. I was waiting for you.”
This time when his eyes narrowed, it wasn’t because he didn’t believe her.No. He was picking his way through the words, trying to pinpoint the truth.
Because it felt like truth—the words rang like a crystal bell—and yet, even as he shook his head she could see he didn’twantto believe it.
“Youarea mystery,” he said. And then he pushed to his feet, the sleek glide of olive skin riding over those long, lean muscles. “Stay here.”
He disappeared into the bathroom.
Sera collapsed back on the bed, grinding the heels of her palms against her eyes. He’d let her remove the wings, but her stockings were still caught around her thighs. She was almost afraid to let her breath burst from her as if the dream would collapse around her.
Her skin held the memory of every moment of that encounter.
It had been rough. Raw. Mind-blowing.
She didn’t know what to think, except that the connection that had always lurked between them wasstillthere.
