Page 55 of Hell Fae Warden
“Shh, let him please you,” Az murmured. “You deserve to feel good, little warrior. Especially after everything we’ve done. Let us make it up to you.”
I hummed in agreement, my mouth still against her neck.
But then I realized she needed more than this.
More than me drinking from her vein.
More than my thumb against her sensitive nub.
More than my cock.
She needed to beworshipped. To feel like a goddess. To be the center of our existence.
I drew my lips up her neck to her chin, then captured her mouth in a kiss meant to devastate her. A kiss that would seal an unspoken vow to cherish her. Respect her.Pleasureher.
Her hands went to my shoulders, making me wonder if she was going to push me away. But instead she tried to bring me impossibly closer, her shudder one born of emotion more than physical need.
And she positively melted between us.
My motions slowed once more, drawing out her desire, coaxing the fire within her to burn higher. Her breath hitched, her inner muscles clamping down again.So close, I thought.Come for me, little rebel. Let me hear you scream.
She couldn’t hear me.
But she could feel my intentions. She couldtastethem in my mouth. Sense them on my tongue and in the way my thumb continued to massage her below.
She was incapable of stopping the inferno from engulfing her. It was building inside her—around my throbbing dick—and threatening to destroy us all.
Az must have noticed it, too, his palm cupping her breast as he banded his opposite arm around her once more, holding her and keeping her safe as she neared the edge of oblivion.
She was going to take me with her this time.
I could feel it in my balls, the way they were tightening in preparation for release. And I didn’t try to hold myself back. I wanted to go over that cliff with her.
“Come on, Camillia.” Az’s words were a demand laced with sensual need. “Come for Ajax. Make him spill inside you. Milk him with your sweet pussy.”
She clamped down around me, her orgasm seeming to teeter on the brink for what felt like an eternity.
And then she screamed into my mouth, her body convulsing, her inner walls creating a vise around my shaft that refused to let me go until I followed her into rapturous bliss.
I didn’t fight her, instead choosing to dive headfirst after her with a groan that vibrated my being all the way to my toes.
My thumb pressed down on her clit, forcing her ecstasy to last, coaxing her into a wave of delicious aftershocks that rocked us both while I continued to pulsate inside her.
It’d been too long.
So long.
Since I’d felt the warmth of a woman’s touch.
And my body seemed hell-bent on coating every inch of her with my seed.
Claiming her in the most basic of ways.
Owning her.
Possessing her.
Marking her as mine.
