My toes curl. “What do you want me to say?”
He cups my cheek, his clawed thumb penetrating the corner of my mouth. “Tell me to stop. Tell me this is too much for you.”
“No.”
“No?” His thumb pushes deeper, pressing my molars. His eyes never move from mine. “If you do not tell me to stop, I will demand more than stories and laughter. Your kisses will only be the beginning.”
My heart thumps. Nervously, I slide my tongue over his thumb, flicking it against his claw. I invite the burning cold of his touch.
“Zuriel,” I invoke his name, whispering so softly it’s barely a breath. “I don’t want you to stop.”
His gaze brightens, then darkens, his hand gripping my cheek. His thumb drives deeper into my mouth.
I close my lips around it and suck.
His expression morphs, hungry and awed, as his body shudders, his cock tapping my belly. He sinks his thumb further until my lips are against his hand.
I hold his gaze, insisting without words this is exactly what I want, and scrape my teeth over his knuckle. His flesh heats, wet with saliva. Pinned under him, my hips writhe, shimmying my pelvis against his hard body.
It’s only his thumb, though I will take what I can get.
Watching his face, I part my legs and tilt my hips. I suck and suck and suck, clutching his wrist to keep his hand in place. My clothes dampen where the head of his cock rests upon me, and I hear the claws of his wings score the floor on either side, bracing his body above mine.
Unable to deny this any longer, he grinds his cock into my abdomen, groaning deeply. His other hand twists into my hair as his brow drops to mine.
“Summer,” he groans.
He shunts hard along my stomach.
I close my eyes and moan around him, my whole body clenching.
“Enough!” He yanks his hand out of my grasp, slamming his fist onto the floor, and takes my mouth. It happens so fast. His tongue fills me urgently, tasting everywhere, pushing mine around like a punishment. Like it’s a battle. Like he can’t help himself.
I shove my hips up, straining for contact. Gasping, I grab his horns.
Shoving me to the floor, trapping his cock between us, he kicks my knees further apart, positioning his body between them. Curling my legs around his waist, I fight him back. All the while, his tongue fucks my mouth.
Consume… He’s consuming me.
He rears up, breaking free of my grasp, and staring down at me, he runs the back of his hand over his lips. I reach for him, desperate for his return, but he takes both of my wrists in one hand and pins them over my head.
My brands tingle. They need to be touched. I want him to touch me there.
“Please,” I beg, arching my back. “My chest…”
“Summer,” he huffs, eyeing me with a predatory expression. Suddenly, he lets go and climbs to his feet. “Wait here,” he orders, scanning me, his jaw ticking, before storming up the stairs.
Sitting up, my gaze follows after, losing him as he darts down the upstairs hallway. I rub my balled hands into my eyes, displacing my foggy glasses.
I’m trembling. I’m wet.
He’s gone, and the creeping cold returns.
When he returns, I shudder with relief. He’s clutching worn blankets and sheets.
He spreads them out on the floor. With mute fascination, too stunned to do anything else, I watch as his glowing cock bobs up and down. The tip drips with precum, making me swallow, wondering what he tastes like.
Layer after layer, he makes a soft place for us, nicer than the cement floor. Finally, I find words. “Why are you doing this?”
