He spreads my folds with his fingers, and his tongue laps at me. My cheeks flush because he’s truly lapping up the mess he made in me. It’s so erotic, I can’t help but move one hand to my chest, squeezing my tit and plucking my nipple between my thumb and pointer finger.
Already, I can feel my pleasure growing, my orgasm close to the surface. Another perk about demons is they definitely make you finish quickly. I’m a needy woman, riding my husband’s face, desperate for another release. It’s almost enough to make me forget about everything that happened tonight. We’re going to have to talk about it eventually, but that can wait.
All it takes is another swipe of his tongue along my clit for my legs to buckle and vision to go fuzzy. My orgasm is even stronger than before as Oziel works me through it. He doesn’t stop until I’m blissed out, barely able to keep myself upright.
And for just a moment, I imagine a life with Oziel. What it could be like. What we could achieve together. In that moment, I realize just how deep into his web he’s spun me. Now I fear there might not be an escape for me.
But I’m not certain I mind.
Chapter 31
Oziel
The taste of Isabelle coats my tongue in sweet and tangy bliss. The fog clouding my judgment slowly starts to disperse, allowing me to regain a semblance of control. I was a lost man, using all the darkness I could summon to defeat the Nephilim. She gave me strength, and in my time of need, I called out for her.
And she came.
A mistress of darkness, coming out of the shadows.
At that moment, I needed her. The pull was strong, taking over my whole body. Never in my life had I felt more demon than I did in that moment, transporting us out of the ballroom and into the shower chambers. My body moved on its own accord, knowing one thing and one thing only.
Isabelle.
Being inside her felt like victory after a tumultuous war. Nothing could have kept me from her in thatmoment, not even a horde of Nephilim. I was truly and completely under my human wife's spell.
Even now, after both my tongue and cock have been inside her, I still feel like a starved demon. Isabelle sways on her feet, a satisfied smirk on her face. Her chest rises and falls in rapid succession, still coming down from her second orgasm. I’m tempted to pull another one out of her before dealing with the reality of our situation, when the door to the chamber cracks open, followed by a familiar voice.
“My king, are you in here?” Garvan’s voice breaks the lust-induced spell Isabelle had over me.
Anger, another familiar emotion, overtakes me, and I stand. The modicum of power still residing in me burns through me as shadows press against the door, keeping it closed. Garvan is a good advisor, but I’m feeling particularly violent and don’t want to gouge Garvan’s eye out upon seeing Isabelle thoroughly fucked. Some things are for my eyes only, and this is one of them.
“Report, Garvan,” I project my voice to be heard through the sound of falling water on the thick concrete walls.
There is an intake of breath on the other side before Garvan’s voice filters in. “The Nephilim’s body has been burned to ash. Guards are discarding the ashes as we speak. There were no fatalities, but,” he pauses, as if preparing himself to give the message, “we lost more people to the curse. Ten, to be exact. Tonight’s events must have triggered something in the curse to speed up the effects.”
Isabelle lets out a soft gasp from behind me. My gazemoves back toward her, watching as she bites her lip. I get the distinct impression she knows something by the way her body freezes. It’s something to discuss with her once Garvan is gone.
“Shall I put the statues with the others?” Garvan asks when I don’t respond, voice bordering on cautious. I wouldn’t take the full force of my anger out on those loyal to me, but I also don’t reassure him.
“Yes.” More failures to add to my ever-growing collection. “Is there anything else?”
“Not at the moment, my king.”
“Good. Then leave us. I’ll speak to you soon.” There are things I need to discuss with Garvan, like safety protocols for the dungeon and what our next moves will look like, but that can wait until I’m done speaking to my wife.
Garvan’s soft footfalls move down the hall once he’s dismissed. I wait until I sense he’s far away, presumably carrying out my orders, before I turn back to my wife. “Where were you before the Nephilim attack?” This is the question I should have asked her the moment I saw her, but I wasn’t in control of my body then. The lust and need are still there, simmering just below the surface. It’s easy to ignore now.
However, with my wife’s body on full display, flushed and thoroughly used, concentration is a dangerous game.
Isabelle sucks in a deep breath before pushing past me. Disappointment sours my tongue when she reaches for a fluffy towel to wrap around herself, hiding her body from me. “I saw a hooded figure,” she finallysays.
I tense, slow to process her words. “What do you mean you saw a hooded figure?”
“I mean,” she paces a path in front of me as if she’s unable to stay in one place to tell the story, “I did as we discussed, blended in and tried to talk to people. That didn’t give me any leads, though Lola seems upset with you. I think she’s just upset about her friend though, so I don’t think she’s our person. Anyway, I was close to giving up when I happened to see a hooded figure through the glass window, running out into the forest.”
“And you didn’t think to come and get me?”
Isabelle stops pacing to scowl at me. It would be adorable if I wasn’t pissed at her for endangering herself. “I tried to find you. Hell, I even tried looking around for Garvan, but I didn’t see either of you. I wasn’t going to just let this person get away. So, yeah, I followed them.”
