“If I wanted gentle, I would fuck Garvan like you thought I did.”
Oziel’s eyes darken, flashing black as fury consumes him. Shadows surge around him, twisting and writhing before they descend upon me. It feels as though a hundred unseen hands are touching me at once, ghosting over my skin, tugging at the fabric of my robe. Then his lips crash against mine, demanding and all-consuming. I’m so lost in the heat of his kiss that I don’t even register the moment my robe slips open and pools at my feet.
I’m naked before him.
It’s not the first time, but it’s different in every way.
I break the kiss to tug on his clothes, refusing to be the only naked one in the room. Oziel takes mercy upon me and calls his shadows back. In an instant, they disperse, and he stands naked before me. He’s glorious. Beautiful. But also frightening. Every bit the demon king he is.
A few scars decorate his body. I don’t know how he got them, but I want to trace them with my tongue. Every last one. My eyes trail down his body, mapping out every dip and curve. The way his muscles flex, hardening as they move. My gaze falls to his core, and his heavy cock stands at attention for me.
A hunger takes over. One that not even a Nephilim could pull me from. “This changes nothing. When my role here is over, I’m leaving. I get my freedom.” I sink to my knees in front of him.
Oziel’s nostrils flare. “Why would it change a thing?” He bunches my hair up, pulling it out of my face. Bitterness laces his tone, or perhaps I’m imagining it. Nothing matters. The only thing I can think about is taking his cock into my mouth.
His cock is long and thick, impossible for me to take all the way down my throat. That doesn’t stop me from trying though. My tongue flicks out, licking his shaft from base to tip. A low, sexy groan leaves the demon’s king parted lips. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard. A deep throaty sound that goes straight to my core.
My tongue travels up to his mushroom tip, lapping at the bead of precum blossoming there. It’s salty on my tongue, and I take great pride in the fact that the demon king is hard for me. Excited for me. It’s a powerful position to be in, and I revel in it.
I slip his cock between my lips, breathing through my nose. I can only take half of his size into my mouth, but my hands are eager to please the parts that can’t fit. I moan around his length, just as I feel another sharp tugon my hair.
Fuck, that feels good. I don’t know if I like the sensation of pain, or if it’s the wine, but I want more. Need more.
“I like that pretty mouth wrapped around my cock. For once not arguing with me.” Oziel’s breathy voice has me looking up; the heat in his eyes sends electricity straight to my clit. Still, his words make me growl.
“Bastard,” I hiss, but with his cock in my mouth, it sounds like a whimper.
Oziel chuckles, but that sound soon turns into a moan when I start to bob my head, falling into a steady rhythm. The fire crackles behind us, the only other sound besides the low moans we make.
Before I can register what’s happening, Oziel pulls away and picks me up off my knees. Effortlessly, he throws me on the bed as if I weigh nothing at all. I bounce on my ass once, trying to get my bearings before Oziel slithers over me. My disappointment from not tasting more of him or finishing him off is short-lived when Oziel trails kisses down my body. They aren’t sweet. Even his kisses are dominating, demanding subservience. My body melts under his touch, desperate to give in.
But it’s not in my nature to give in—not even in the bedroom, I like being in charge and being the one who’s calling the shots. I determine my own pleasure, and by extension, my partner’s. I’m tempted to kick Oziel off to finish what I started earlier, but my pussy has other plans. Damn her.
On their own accord, my legs part for him. Oziel teases my hips, kissing down to my inner thigh, butmakes no move to kiss me where I really want his lips and tongue to be. I make a sound of impatience, arching closer to him.
“Eager thing, aren’t you, Miss Sinclair?” Oziel ruins the moment with his damn voice. If he could just stay quiet, this would be so much better.
“Shut up and put your tongue to better use,” I snarl, reaching down to grab his horns. Apparently, that’s the wrong fucking thing to do, because Oziel growls, shadows surrounding him.
“Do that again,” he hisses.
Or maybe it’s theexactthing to do.
I’m not exactly sure what he means, but I pump my hands over his horns, like I would do to his cock. Oziel hisses, though I’m not sure if it’s from pain or pleasure. Maybe a mixture of both. So, his horns are sensitive. That’s good to know. I don’t let up on the stroking, even though it feels a little awkward, and I’m not sure I’m doing it right. I don’t like feeling inexperienced.
“Isabelle,” he moans my name like a blessing—or a curse. Then he finally runs his tongue along my seam, giving me exactly what I’ve been craving. His tongue is hot, a little scratchy, but that only adds to the pleasure. He parts my folds, taking in a deep breath.
“So fucking wet, Kitten. And all for me.” He laughs, but there’s no denying it. I’m so fucking turned on. My body is primed for the taking. He drags his tongue through my folds before reaching my clit. The next swipe of his tongue has my back arching off the bed.
My heart beats a mile a minute as he dips his head, capturing my clit. A strangled gasp leaves my lips, andfireworks burst behind my eyes. Every nerve on my body feels extra-sensitive, and I’m wound up so tightly, I can’t ever remember wanting to find release so bad. Is this from the wine? Or is this my own attraction to the demon between my legs? One thing is for certain: he has me under his spell.
His hand snakes between my legs, thumb replacing his tongue as he rubs small circles on my clit, eating me out in earnest. I whimper, gripping his horns tightly. “Fuck!” My hips buck up, grinding my pussy into his face. Oziel accepts it, letting me ride his face in a frenzy.
My moans only get louder, more desperate. Oziel is in control of my pleasure, and he knows it. The bastard smirks, looking all too smug about his power over me. When his thumb presses down on my clit, and his tongue spears me, I come undone. White-hot pleasure burns through me as my orgasm rips through my body with a ferocity I don’t expect. I come all over Oziel’s tongue and face, but the demon king doesn’t seem to mind. He drinks me up like his own nectar, not stopping until he works me through my orgasm.
This should have quenched the fire raging inside me, but instead, it struck a spark, igniting me even more. Desperation surges through me as I summon every ounce of strength I have, driving my legs against Oziel’s chest. He staggers backward. Not from my force, but from sheer surprise. If he wanted to, he could overpower me effortlessly. But right now, I don’t want restraint.
A raw, primal hunger takes hold of me, and I bare my teeth in a growl. “More.”
