I twitched so hard I nearly rolled off the counter, but he caught me with one massive hand, holding me in place while he licked me slowly, up and down, savoring every aftershock. When I finally went limp, every muscle in my body spent, he nuzzled his face against my thigh and breathed out, “I love you.” It was muffled and wet and so vulnerable that I almost cried.
For half a second, all I wanted was to let him keep going until I disappeared. But the greedy, competitive part of my brain fired back to life. I remembered the way he’d looked at me the night we met, starving and certain at the same time, and I realized I wanted to wreck him again, to see if his hands would shake the way mine had.
“Incredible,” I gasped, hair damp and clinging to my cheeks, legs trembling like jelly. “But if you think I’m letting this be all about me, you’re delirious.”
He lifted his head, the tip of his tongue gliding over his lower lip, eyes dark with challenge. I cut him off, pressing my palms to his broad shoulders and shoving until he stumbled back. Sliding off the counter, I landed soft on the cool tile. My knees nearly buckled, so I braced myself on the sink’s porcelain edge, laughing in ragged breaths. Then I let myself drop, kneeling on the kitchen floor.
He hadn’t seen it coming. He was still undoing his jeans when my hand found him—rock-hard, pulsing. I spat in my palm—raw, impulsive—and wrapped my fingers around the length of his shaft, reveling in the taut swirl of veins beneath. I wanted him undone, to dissolve four lonely days with the warmth of my mouth alone.
I took him in slowly at first, then relaxed my throat and welcomed him deeper, letting him glide past that tight ring of resistance until my nose brushed against the coarse curls at his base. My eyes stung with tears as I fought the instinct to pull back, drawing him down into my throat, feeling his pulse throb against me. He emitted a low, savage groan—part growl, part plea—one hand gripping the countertop, the other tangling in my hair, pulling me closer until every nerve ignited.
He set the pace now. His grip tightened, and he thrust forward, driving me down his shaft with wanton desperation. The knot at the base of his length bounced against my lips, growing thicker with each powerful push. I surrendered completely—my mouth, my throat, my will. Spit glossed my chin like molten silk as he hammered a punishing rhythm. Through tear-blurred eyes I met his gaze, felt the raw possessiveness there, the unspoken agreement that this was our reckoning. I moaned around him, urging him deeper, faster.
With each flick of my tongue and twist of my wrist, he grew louder, more ragged.
“Annie,” he rasped, voice thick with need. “Annie, I’m?—”
His plea cut off as he drove home in one final, shuddering thrust. My vision blurred, my body quivering around him as he emptied himself in fiery pulses—some swallowed, some dribbling down my chin.
My legs gave way, and he scooped me up, carrying me toward the bedroom. My head lolled against his chest, every nerve humming in a delicious afterglow.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-ONE
Samiel
Idumped her, not gently, onto the bed, and every cell in my body burned for more. Annie sprawled on the sheets, eyes wild and blue as lightning, hair a tangle of platinum and black against my dark sheets. Her lips parted, swollen from our kisses, as she smirked at me like she hadn't just come undone on my tongue minutes ago.
"Get on your hands and knees," I growled, voice thick with need. She moved instantly, the curve of her ass rising in the air, back dipping into a perfect arch that made my cock throb painfully. A thin sheen of sweat made her skin glisten in the half-light, every muscle quivering with anticipation.
I tore off my remaining clothes, the fabric a forgotten whisper on the floor. Gripping her hips hard enough to bruise, I lifted her until only her fingertips touched the mattress and dragged my length against her slick heat—teasing her entrance but not pushing in, savoring how wet she was for me. She tried to press back, to take me inside, but I held her firmly in place.
"Stop fucking around and put it in," she demanded, voice breaking with desperation. I laughed darkly against her ear and brought my palm down on the curve of her ass, watching the flesh redden instantly beneath my hand.
The sound she made—half pain, half pleasure—sent electricity straight to my groin. I grabbed her chin, turning her face so I could see her eyes, pupils blown wide with desire.
"Say please," I commanded, brushing my thumb across her lower lip.
She bit the pad of my thumb, then whispered, “Please.” The word dripped like honey.
I positioned myself and thrust forward in one brutal stroke, burying myself to the hilt. Her body seized around me, so tight I nearly lost control. She collapsed forward with a strangled cry, face pressed into the sheets as I established a merciless rhythm. Each time I drove into her, she clenched around me, her body greedily pulling me deeper.
When I slowed to prolong the torture, she looked back over her shoulder, hair clinging to her flushed cheeks, eyes glazed with pleasure. "More," she begged, voice raw. "Harder.”
My body screamed for more. I flipped Annie so she sprawled on the sheets, eyes wild and blue as lightning, and she had the nerve to smirk at me like she hadn’t just begged for mercy five minutes ago.
“You want to be used?” I gritted. “You want to be ruined?”
She nodded so fast her hair stuck to her lips. “Fucking ruin me, Sam.”
I wanted all of her. All of it. So I hauled her up to her knees and reached around, pulling her hair back so her throat arched. Then I let the tip of my tail flick up between her legs, teasing her clit while I still pounded into her from behind. The moment she felt it, her whole body tensed, and the whimper that escaped her lips was pure need.
“You like that?” I taunted, and ran the pointed tip around her entrance, circling, then snapping it against her with a pop. She jerked and tried to twist away, but I pinned her, cock never leaving her cunt as I toyed with her with my tail. I trailed it higher, flicking, dragging it up and then down, until it pressed hard against her ass.
Annie froze, then relaxed so I let the tail press in, just a little, just enough that the thick tip breached her rim and she hissed through her teeth.
“You want that?” I said, and her moan answered for her. I worked it deeper, inch by inch, and the noises she made—wet, frantic, almost embarrassed—drove me wild. I let her feel the full girth of my cock as I twisted the tail, slow and patient, working it in and out until she started to shake, thighs clamped taut, hands fisting in the sheets like she was hanging on for dear life. I’d always wanted to try this but seeing her take it—seeing her whole body shudder and collapse under the dual stretch—sent a shiver up my own spine. I wanted it for her, but I also wanted it for me. The obscene, greedy part of me wanted to leave her so fucked out she’d never look at another man, human or demon, and even thinking about it made the base of my cock throb in anticipation.
