Hevan
His slicked-back hair is styled to perfection, and his jaw is set in his usual sharp stance. Jesus, does he look hot standing there above me like a dark avenger, allowing me to honor his needs. His familiar scent has my thighs sticky and my fingers fumbling with his belt as he stares down at me with a combination of awe and lust.
“I’ve only done this once,” I admit, my cheeks heating.
His fingers tangle in my hair, and he strokes my head.
“When?” he rasps, but I have a feeling he already knows, otherwise he’d be wrenching back my head if he thought I’d done this with anyone else.
“The night with you.”
A strangled growl leaves him, and he widens his stance as I slip his zipper down. “You’re doing so well,” he pants out with his velvety voice.
I snap my eyes up to his. “I don’t even have it out yet.”
His lip twitches, and he tugs his boxers down enough to allow his cock to spring free. “Wrap your hand around me.” As if unable to help himself, he gently takes hold of my hand and guides it around his thick cock. “Fuck, your touchfeels good.” It jerks beneath me, leaving me no doubt of the sincerity of his words.
From somewhere, I find the confidence to slide my hand up and down his silky length, and he hisses, then I move my face closer to him and place a soft kiss on his balls.
“Fuck, what are you doing to me, Hevan?” I’m not even sure he realizes he said my name, but a flurry of butterflies takes flight inside me, and I want to hear it more.
“Look at me when you suck on me.”
I drag my tongue up his length, relishing the flinch. Then when I reach the tip, with my stare locked on his, I circle over the head of his cock with my tongue before dipping it inside his slit.
“Fucking Christ, Hevan.” He chokes, pumping a fist beside him, and the hand in my hair tightens. “You’re tormenting me. I want to fuck this throat.” His balled hand uncurls and gently wraps around my throat. “Until it’s raw.” Then, as if unable to help himself, he bucks his hips, and his fingers curl around my throat, pinching the flesh, bruising, and causing panic to surge up my spine. His pupils dilate, and nervousness flashes through me, coupled with something odd and unfamiliar—desire.
“I’ll leave you breathless,” he rasps, pressing harder, and ignoring him, I suck the tip into my mouth and push down farther, embracing the saltiness of his pre-cum on my taste buds.
“More.” He thrusts forward, but I can tell with the way his body is coiled that he’s holding back. “You can take more.” I feed more of him into my mouth, my lips stretch with the thickness of his girth, and I delight in the way his heavy eyes flood with desire and his lips part on each stroke of my tongue. “You’re mine. All fucking mine.” He gruntswith each push of his hips, and he sets a steady rhythm, plunging in and out of my mouth.
“Fuck, I’m going to come.” He thrusts forward. “Swallow me, Little Toy. Fucking swallow me.” He’s practically begging, and then he grunts his saltiness into my mouth, and I swallow it back on a moan. The heavy pants bring a sense of contentment with it, and when he slips from my mouth, I sag.
“I’ll make sure to please you soon,” he says, almost with disappointment. He tucks his cock into his pants, then steps back. “Come.” He holds out his hand. “I have another surprise for you.” The glee in his tone is evident, and I slip my hand in his and allow him to pull me to my feet.
His rough hand is surprisingly tender as he guides me out of the room and down the corridor. The elegance of the house continues, and when we reach a spiral staircase that descends a floor, Azrael turns to me.
He spins me and grasps my cheeks in the palms of his thick hands and scans over my face with a hint of uncertainty. “You need to be brave and face the demons you didn’t know you had, Little Toy.” His broody stare seizes me, leaving me breathless with the severity behind it. My throat becomes dry at the prospect of what lies ahead; nothing about this is good.
Why do I get the assumption that Azrael has gifted me something, and now he’s taking something else away from me? Was it his way of softening me up?
He searches my face, and my heart continues to beat rapidly in warning. “You’re about to step into my world.”
“I already have,” I say, referring to the auction house.
He shakes his head. “The violent side of it, not the sordid.”
My heart leaps in my chest; it’s like he’s warning me,giving me an out. An out I refuse to take. As twisted as it is, I’m intrigued. I want to be drawn into him, and if this is his world, maybe I need to see it. Maybe this is what I need to cut off the strange, obsessive longing I have for him.
“Okay,” I whisper, and his eyes flare with happiness.
He releases me, then takes hold of my hand and gently guides me down the stairs, barefoot and covered in nothing but his black shirt.
The farther down we go, the louder the whooshing in my ears becomes. It’s like a siren blaring out a warning.Turn back.Don’t do it.
As we take the last step, I inhale and pull my shoulders back, then he pushes open the door.
Chapter Twenty-Three
