Answering her aggressive movements, Taayin tore at her blouse, her bra, freeing her breasts from the constraints before gripping them firmly, kneading her soft flesh as her tongue mated with his. In his eight hundred years of existence, he’d never met another female who could inflict such a painful desire within him. Back when things first got physical between them, nearly a year and a half ago, he’d thought she was hisamsouelot, caught completely off guard by the emotions she churned within.
Unfortunately, he’d learned after their first parting that she wasn’t his to have and hold for all of eternity. However, she was his for this moment in time, and he chose to be content with that, looked forward to the time he did have with her.
When she freed his cock from his slacks, her hands slowed, wrapping firmly around him, caressing his throbbing shaft.
Taayin released her mouth, his head falling back as undiluted pleasure consumed every cell. Pumping his hips, he drove into her soft hand, sought the release she could so easily draw out of him. When his own pleasure became too much his focus, Taayin stepped back, dislodging his aching erection from her grip.
“Strip,” he hissed.
Not wasting a moment, she removed her ruined clothing, tossing it to the floor before leaning back against the wall. His hand curled around his cock in a vicious grip while hers snaked downward, between her thighs, teasing him as she pleasured her slick flesh with her fingers.
Taayin chose to watch her, to admire the long, lean lines of her beautiful body, the way her eyes glittered as ecstasy coursed through her, driven by her own touch and his perusal.
Footsteps sounded beyond where they stood, but Taayin ignored them. Whoever it was could watch, for all he cared. His own need to satisfy this female far outweighed the worry someone might indulge their own voyeuristic fantasy.
He relocated a chair using the powers of his mind, not wanting to look away.
Asmia giggled. “In a hurry?”
“You have no idea.” His desire for this female was never curbed, no matter how many times he had her.
He took a seat, turned her away from him, then pulled her down, guiding his throbbing cock between her slick folds, angling for optimal penetration.
“Taayin,” she moaned softly, impaling herself on his erection. “Yes.”
Focusing on the exquisite torment, he let the euphoric sensations overwhelm him as the tight clasp of her body held him there. The silky glide of her sex over his caused his hips to involuntarily shift upward, trying to go deeper inside her.
“Take your pleasure,” he ordered the female. “Take everything.”
Suffering from euphoric bliss so intense it bordered on pain, Taayin focused on the graceful shift of her toned body, working down on him, her hands gripping the chair’s arms, giving her better leverage. He refrained until he was nothing more than a rubber band stretched to within seconds of snapping.
He could feel her siphoning his emotions, drawing them into her. It was what fueled the Fae, and during times like this, when emotions ran high, Asmia absorbed the excess.
Wrapping his arms around her, Taayin jerked her back against his chest, kneading her firm breasts in his hands, pumping into her from beneath with rough, punishing thrusts of his hips. Slipping one hand downward, he teased her clit with his middle finger while he drove them both to the edge of insanity found only through the joining of their bodies.
“Taayin … I’m so close. Make me come. Please … come inside me.”
Driving upward, he held her down with his palm on her pelvis, his finger thrumming her clit as he propelled toward release. His. Hers.
When he reached the pinnacle, Taayin held himself there, driving into her harder, faster, deeper. The sweet female screamed his name, succumbing to orgasmic ecstasy. Her clit pulsed against his finger while her sex clamped down on him, a velvet vise that ripped his orgasm from him in a rough growl.
Desperation was replaced with satiation. Taayin relished the comfort he felt with her, his arms embracing her as they relaxed, enjoying the moment.
“We should do that more often,” Asmia whispered, turning her face toward him.
Taayin pressed his lips to hers, smiled. “I won’t argue with you.”
However, it would have to wait. For now, they each had their assigned duties, supporting the warriors they’d taken an oath to protect, putting their own needs aside for the greater good.
And despite the inconvenience, it would be worth it in the end.
Chapter Seven
Thursday, July 25, 2019
ASPERFIDIOUSSTROLLEDTHROUGHTHECASINO,OBSERVINGthe tourists, he envied their ignorance, wondering how many would remain in their seats if they were aware a demon was amongst them.
Granted, he wasn’t justanydemon. The direct spawn of the ruler of Hell himself, his rank among the demons was at the very top. Well, maybe not theverytop, but pretty damn close. Had he actually given a shit about status, perhaps he would’ve aimed higher, sought the coveted position within thetrielair.
