He looked wild, cheekbones flushed as he scanned my body, his eyes lit with pure possession. Then he lowered his head, and I let out a sound that would have mortified me if I wasn’t lost in the feel of his tongue dancing along my clit.
One large finger pushed inside me, and he lapped at me like he couldn’t get enough. Then he found my clit once more and sucked.
I exploded, pleasure tearing through me, making me writhe against him. Distantly, I was aware of Samael letting out a rough curse, and the armchair lowered itself until he could thrust into me, still on his knees while I remained splayed out before him.
It was filthy, erotic, and I couldn’t get enough. Samael pounded into me, one large hand drifting up my body to wrap around my throat. He didn’t apply any pressure, but the threat of it just plain did it for me.
He laughed, and I clamped down around him. And then he was cursing as I shuddered in his arms, my climax engulfing my entire body. Samael continued to thrust, riding me through my climax, until I was completely limp beneath him.
Then he stirred himself within me.
Still hard.
“I can’t,” I murmured. “Not again.”
“That sounds like a challenge.”
If I didn’t know him, I’d think he was unaffected. His expression was hard, unyielding. But his eyes burned with a mixture of desperation and tenderness.
He slid his hand down to my clit and thrust once more, and I tensed around him.
“There you go.” His tone was smug, but I could see the tension in his shoulders. He was barely holding on. He set up a steady rhythm and pounded into me, his fingers caressing my clit.
A fire began to burn in my belly, the warmth spreading out through my limbs to my fingers and toes. I took a deep breath, and my climax hit, dimming the edges of my vision.
Samael growled, buried his head in my neck, and followed me over.
We lay like that for a long time. The chair shifted beneath us, becoming a wide sofa, and I relaxed in Samael’s arms, soaking up the feel of his body against mine.
His arms tightened around me. “I hate that you’re there. That I can’t protect you.”
“What I don’t understand is… why Lucifer bothered with the games. Why does he want my power? Why not just kill me and get it over with?”
“I’m unsure. He’s the king of the underworld, and the underworld allows him to borrow power when necessary. While you may be powerful, you haven’t grown into that power. It’s a drop in the bucket compared to Lucifer’s.” Samael frowned. “Logically, he should have killed you immediately.”
“Maybe he just loves his new granddaughter so much, he wants to keep me around.”
Samael’s chest shook beneath me as we both cracked up. I almost purred as he began stroking my hair.
“It may be good optics for you to be seen by his side, particularly since his people will know you are mine. But he could likely achieve almost the same by simply killing you. I don’t know his motivations, little witch, but you need to be careful.”
His finger brushed the shell of my ear and I shivered. “Kyla is in the underworld,” he murmured.
“Yeah, in the cells. With Keigan.”
“You can never allow Lucifer to know how much you care for them. He will cut them into pieces in front of you, until you agree to do whatever he wants.”
I wanted to scream in frustrated rage. “I need to get Kyla and Keigan out.”
“If you do, Lucifer will know.” His hand took my wrist, thumb caressing right above my ugly metal accessory.
“Kyla’s dying, Samael. She’s turning feral.”
“I know. Nathaniel can feel it. He is… unsteady.”
“I won’t let her die.”
“I know. Just give us a chance to get to you, little witch. Let me put the pieces in place to remove Lucifer as a threat. For good.”
