“I’m here because you wished it so.” I smirk. “Because you craved me deeply.”
“That’s a lie.”
“Is it?” I ask him softly, leaning in and nipping at his bottom lip. He whimpers for me. “You can’t deceive me. I know your deepest secrets, your darkest desires. I’m here to make them all come true.”
He shakes his head. “I don’t want you.”
“You’re right. You don’t want me.” I step toward him until my bare feet are touching his shoes, then pull him back into me by the back of his head. I yank his hair back, forcing him to look up at me. “You ache. For relief, for touch. You want proof that you’re not broken. You called with your hunger, Little Lamb. I came as your feast.”
I wrap my wings around him, and he shivers. His fingers dig into my abdomen, then fall away slowly, brushing against the hard lines and contours of my body.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” Elijah whispers.
“You don’t need to know,” I whisper back. “You only need to feel.”
Myhands trail down his back until I grab handfuls of his muscular ass and pull him into me. The friction of his pants against my cock is heavenly. I grind him against me, feeling just how hard his cock is against mine, and I groan when he whimpers once more.
I kiss his throat.
“You called for me,” I tell him.
“I didn’t mean to.”
“But you did.” I bite his neck, sucking the skin between my lips roughly. “And now I will teach you what it means to be wanted.”
“Oh, my f-fuuu—” Elijah whispers but doesn’t dare finish his thought.
“Curse for me, Elijah.” I grin, rubbing him harder against me, my cock leaking everywhere. I can feel the pre-cum, sticky and warm against my abdomen. I feel it smearing on the fabric of his pants. He’ll definitely have a wet spot when this is over. “Tell me how much youfuckinglove this.”
Heshakes his head. “It’s blasphemy…”
“Do it.” I dare him. “Tell me how good I’m making you feel.”
Elijah moans loudly, still shaking, and I push him down on the floor until he’s lying on his back. He willingly unbuttons his pants, pushing them down his thighs, and my mouth waters with the need to taste him.
I lower myself to my knees and yank his pants and boxers all the way off, getting between his thighs. My mouth hovers over his cock when I tell him, “I know your truth, Beloved.” He stiffens, cock fully erect, and I lick him once slowly, dragging it out until he cries out. “You want to be known. Possessed. Fucking used.”
Elijah whimpers.
“Don’t you?” I ask softly, then shift my gaze to his. He’s watching me intently, face flushed, lashes fluttering. He looks beautiful. Ethereal. “Say it. Admit it or this stops.”
“I—”He nods rapidly, closing his eyes and sobbing. “Use me.”
“Good boy,” I whisper, then take his cock in my mouth.
I take him deep, humming at the flavor of his pre-cum. He’s a trembling mess underneath me, hands buried in my hair as he undulates his hips mindlessly and pushes me down on his cock. It’s the most erotic fucking thing that’s ever happened to me. I suck him fervently, desperately. As if he’ll slip through my fingers if I don’t show him exactly what I can do for him. But I know that’s not going to happen. He’s mine now—and I don’t let go of what’s mine.
“Oh,fuck,” Elijah moans loudly, and I groan as his fingers tighten even more in my hair until tears trail down my face. “Yes, yes,yes! I’m going to hell for this. Oh, God, please forgive me.”
I pull away from his cock, parting his legs even more and kissing his balls. He shakes, back arching, seeking my mouth without words. He hasn’t let go of my hair, but I’m fighting him, pulling away forcefully until my chest meets the tile of the old chapel floor. I watch in awe as his balls tighten, giving me an unobstructed view of his hole, and I take a tentative lick. Elijah mewls, his hand flying to his cock, and I smirk. He wraps a hand around it, seemingly without noticing, and I lick him again. This time more firmly.
I hum against his ass, face buried between his cheeks. “I’m going to stuff my tongue in your tight little hole, Elijah, and you’re going to touch your cock for me. When I come back up, you’re going to feed me your cum.”
“Yes,yes,” Elijah chokes out when I thrust my entire tongue in his ass. “I’ll stuff my cum down your throat!”
Elijah moans loudly as I thrust in and out of his ass, and I feel him softening for me. His hole is pliable now, relaxed. I’m able to fit my entire tongue inside of him; he’s finally opening. His hand is working his cock quickly, and I stare at him, absolutely transfixed. The contours of his body are perfect under the moonlight, and I watch his abs contract and his veins bulge as he gets closer to the finish line.
“I’m close,” he gasps. “I’m g-gonna?—”
