Page 25 of Prince of Ruin
Sera rolled and slid her hand through his hair. He caught her hips, but he allowed the kiss as she hauled his face down to hers.
“Let me pretend you’re my love,” she whispered, stealing little pieces of his soul with each punctuating kiss.
“And what would you do if I was?”
“This,” she said, pushing him flat onto his back and straddling him.
She leaned down and kissed him again, as lazy hands stroked up and down her spine. Sera ground herself along that hard, rippled ridge between them. The caress of several piercings almost made her come.
“I would make love to him,” she said, biting his bottom lip. She clasped her fingers through his. “I would promise him forever.”
“More lies.” But he tilted his head back, yielding his throat to her. “I’m surprised you don’t choke on them.”
A little nudge as he breached her again. But this time, it was up to her how far they took this.
Sera drew his hands up, placing them on her breasts. Darting a hand between them, she tried to fit him inside her.
He cursed under his breath, and stole a hand from her breasts, wrapping it around the base of his cock. “Like this.”
She sank down, aching muscles stretching to envelope him. It hurt a little. She hadn’t thought it would.
Azazel didn’t take his eyes off her the whole time.
Sera shuddered. From this angle, she could feel those piercings riding over something inside her. Pain melted into pleasure. It softened her, left her vulnerable. She rode him with soft, slow rolls of her hips, her fingernails digging into his chest.
He curled a hand around her neck, and hauled her mouth down to his. “Tell me more,” he breathed as he stole a kiss from her lips. “Maybe we’ll both believe it for a moment.”
A knock cameat the door.
Sera blinked awake, but Azazel moved first, slipping from the sheets and striding across the floor, careless of his nakedness.
The glint of morning light peaked under the curtains. She dragged the sheets up to hide herself, trying to catch a glimpse of who was at the door. The rumble of voices was too low for her to hear anything.
Azazel returned, bending low to steal her breath with another heated kiss.
“Stay here,” he whispered, caressing her face. “I have to see to something, but I promise that we’re not done here.” His voice roughened, the pad of his thumb digging into her cheek. “Don’t leave this bed. Don’t get dressed. I plan on having you again when I return.”
“Did something happen?”
“Nothing that concerns you.”
And then he was gone.
The door clicked shut behind him.
Sera moaned into the sheets, finally letting go of everything she’d been holding within her. She’d survived. And now she was right where she wanted to be, but the worst thing was, a part of her didn’twantto leave this bed.
“Tay?” she whispered. “Still there?”
It took a while. Tay had well and truly shut the wormhole behind her, and it took several mentions of her name to catch the technowitch’s attention.
“Hey, girlfriend.” The words were tentative, filled with concern. “How you doing?”
Sera sat up, wincing a little as all the new aches in her body made themselves known. She was naked, bruised, and in Azazel’s bed. She knew how this looked.
“Well, they don’t call him the Prince of Ruin for nothing.” She tried to breathe a laugh to cut the tension.
“Sera?”
