The bed hits the wall, and her moans coupled with her saying, “No” to me has my balls drawing up.
“Fuck!”
Her pussy clenches tighter, gripping me like a vise.
Her throat works beneath my fingers. “Azrael, stop.”
I instantly still above her.
Staring down into her sapphire eyes, my actions speak volumes between our ragged breaths, and our souls combine, tampering the storm raging inside me.
I’m not lost after all, not since she found me.
Hevan
Each thrust of his thick cock inside me has me moaning wantonly. The power behind his movements leaves me no choice but to comply, and I delight in it.
My murmurs of “No” have become an aphrodisiac to us both, and the way in which Azrael’s eyes flare has me becoming his to control.
“Azrael, stop,” I rasp out, and he stills above me.
He stares down at me, his lips parted, his twisted features softening.
The hold he has on my throat loosens, and I shake my head. “I didn’t mean stop. I said it because I was enjoying myself.” I chew on my bottom lip, a little embarrassed at my outburst.
He chokes on thin air and scans my face. Then he licks his bottom lip, and the panic dissipates from his handsome face in seconds. “You want me to force you?” He pushes his cock deeper than ever before. “You want me to make you take my thick cock, hmm?” He slams inside me so hard the bindings bite into my skin, then his hand tightens around my throat again, making it difficult for me to breathe.
“You’re my little toy to punish.”Thrust.“You’re never leaving me!” His movements become unsteady, and my pussy clenches and my clit throbs, then when his fingers press into my throat, I explode.
“Never!” He roars into the room as stars dance before my eyes, each bright light colliding with the other, creating a beautiful sensation of floating freely above myself.
With one final pump of his cock, his warmth floods me.
Our worlds have collided, and I’ve never felt so free.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Azrael
I crash down beside her and pull the restraints from the bed frame. Then I pull her onto my chest and reposition the tip of my cock at her entrance and push it inside. The warmth of my cum coupled with hers has my spent cock twitching back to life, but not enough to fill her again. Not yet, at least.
“That was…” Her words disappear between our heavy breaths.
“Fucked up?” I smirk, glancing down at her. Her cheeks are flushed, and fuck me, does she look stunning.
“Yes.” She untangles the fabric from around her wrists, and I take one in my hand to examine the marks, then place a tender kiss on the reddened skin. Her eyes search mine. For what, I’m unsure, but the way her gaze flickers to my shoulder, I imagine the warmth of my blood between us plays a part in her apprehension.
“I’m not letting you go,” I say with an honesty I feel down to my bones. I mean every damn word, and when she exhales, I know she hears the truth behind them.
She looks away, then back at me. “Maybe I don’t want you to.”
I push a lock of hair off her face and drape it over her shoulder, allowing me to see my marks. With the pad of my thumb, I grip her chin to hold her in place, then speak the words I use to terrify her. “If you try to run from me again, I’ll scar you until your cries of ‘No’ become a reality, Little Toy. Don’t try to take the devil’s possessions away again.”
Her breath stutters and her eyes fill with tears, then just as quickly, she blinks them away.
“You need to see a doctor.” She tilts her head to my shoulder.
“No. You can stitch me.”
