Page 94 of Princess of Bael
“You want me to fuck you like this?” I asked, my mouth still hovering over her clit. “Or like this?” I took the bud between my lips and rolled it with my tongue.
She bucked beneath me, her grip in my hair tightening as she told me without words to stay right there.
Normally, I’d disobey just to get a rise out of her.
But I wanted her to come more than I wanted to breathe.
So I remained, my tongue swirling around her sensitive bundle and taking her to the precipice of insanity with a few harsh swipes.
Her sheath clenched around my fingers, pulling me deeper. I curled them to find the spot I knew would send her over the edge and groaned as her orgasm rippled through her.
It was the sweetest fucking sound.
It intensified her flavor, giving me a renewed reason to live.
I wanted her arousal on my tongue every day for the rest of my existence.
And I demonstrated that by licking her deeply while penetrating her with my fingers, drawing her to another climax on the heels of her existing one.
She screamed from the onslaught, her sweet body tensing and convulsing in waves of euphoria. I felt each one like a kiss against my spirit, her ecstasy addicting.
Which was why I made her do it a third time.
Our bodies were starved for each other, our souls deprived of this connection for far too long. It became almost imperative that I wring the pleasure from her and push her to a heightened state of existence.
But the tears leaving her eyes drew me back, her emotions overwhelming her beneath the spiral of oblivion that I’d coaxed her into.
I crawled back up her shaking form, noting the blush in her cheeks—it went all the way down to her breasts. She appeared well fucked. Exhausted. Replete. However, we were nowhere near done yet.
I kissed her, allowing her to taste her arousal on my tongue. She wept in response, still trembling with violent quakes of residual rapture.
Cradling her face, I used my thumbs to wipe away her tears as I gifted her this moment to relax, to come back to me in Heaven, to this bed made of white silks and soft, creamy cottons.
It took a few minutes.
But I didn’t mind.
I loved kissing her, feeling her tremble beneath me, hearing her quiet little pants of pleasure.
Then those beautiful caramel-brown eyes looked at me, her pupils blown wide with arousal and wonder at the pleasure I’d just unleashed upon her.
“I had no idea you could do that,” she whispered. “No idea it could feel likethat.”
Which implied she’d tried this with others—something that hurt me more than I’d ever allow her to know. But I’d never hold it against her. She hadn’t chosen our bond or me, and it was only fair that she’d tried to live her life without me after I’d left her in Hell.
Another punishment for me to bear.
I would spend the rest of my life erasing those memories from her mind and replacing them with sensual moments shared between us.
Starting with now.
Today.
In this bed.
“We’ve only just begun, Kayla.” I kissed her again, silencing whatever she would have said in reply, and pressed my hips into hers. She responded by wrapping her legs around me, welcoming the connection with clear anticipation. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
“Yes,” she hissed, her nails drawing a jagged path down my spine. It was hard enough to make me bleed, forcing me to focus on her instead of my missing wings.
