Her Wicked Angel

by Felicity Heaton

  There was only endless darkness.

  His grip on her wrists tightened, crushing her bones together, and she flinched.

  “How many males have you touched like this?” he barked, his voice loud as it echoed around the steep hills surrounding the black plain.

  The edge to his eyes said that he didn’t really want to know. She could see he was running numbers through his head, numbers that he didn’t like, males he felt he needed to compete with and best.

  Liora extricated her hands from his grasp and rubbed her sore wrists before gently taking hold of his hands. She looked deep into his eyes, seeing his need to know what he was up against, how experienced she was, and how much that set him on edge.

  “I have touched men like this, but I have only had one lover.”

  He didn’t look relieved to hear that. Liora moved closer and released his hands. She ran her palms up his chest, leaned in, and softly captured his lips with hers. His large hands claimed her waist and he slanted his head and kissed her, delving his tongue between her lips. She met it, tangling them together, losing herself all over again.

  Asmodeus pulled her against him and her breasts pressed into his chest, her knees hit his backside, and his rested against her hips. His hands slipped over her hips and clutched her bottom, his fingertips pressing in so hard that it bordered on painful. Were his claws out? The thought of him using them to shred her knickers had moisture pooling between her thighs.

  “I love the way you kiss me,” she whispered against his lips, teasing him with flicks of her tongue over them. “It’s as if you can’t get enough of me. Can’t you?”

  His voice dropped, low and serious, heart-meltingly sexy. “No. Never. The more I taste these lips… the more I hunger for them.”

  Liora smiled against his mouth. “No man has ever talked to me like you do… and I love it too.”

  He pushed her back and searched her eyes, his all swirling red and gold, as on fire as she felt inside. He looked as though he thought she was wonderful for saying such a thing.

  If he thought that her honest words were wonderful, he would think her a goddess and be screaming her name at the top of his lungs when she showed him what other things she could do with her mouth.

  CHAPTER 10

  Liora was mistaken.

  She might be the one screaming his name at the top of her lungs.

  Asmodeus had a wicked way of kissing, palming her backside in time with each hard flick of his tongue across her lips and playful nip with his teeth. She moaned when he caught her lower lip between one short fang and his lip, and pulled it into his mouth before thrusting his tongue inside hers and dominating her once again. The man was a quick study, growing in boldness as his hunger slipped its leash and took control.

  Liora leaned into him, her breasts mashed against his hard chest, feeling his heart pounding at the same crazy rhythm as hers. He clutched and squeezed her bottom, fingers inching slowly lower, coming to graze her groin. She moaned and undulated her hips, aching for him to touch her where she needed him most, wanting to feel his fingers on her at last.

  He released her mouth, panting hard, his eyes blazing crimson fire that burned her. His chest heaved, delicious and hard, muscles straining and delighting her eyes. She couldn’t help herself. She raked her short nails down his pectorals and he hissed in pleasure, his eyes going hooded as he flashed fangs.

  She squealed when his hands shot to her waist and he lifted her from the water as if she weighed nothing, and then groaned when he brought her back down astride his hips and she sank down to rub against his hard length. Asmodeus growled and gritted his teeth, the muscle in his jaw flexing as he stared into her eyes, cranking her temperature up with the intensity of his gaze.

  Liora grasped his shoulders and rubbed herself along his length, her own hazel eyes going hooded. Mother Earth, she wanted him inside her.

  Asmodeus slipped his hands over her thighs and she shivered when he skimmed the inside of them, close to her underwear. He continued downwards to her knees and pushed her back, breaking contact between their bodies. She mewled and tried to get close to him but he held her firm, keeping the distance between them, his gaze commanding her to obey. She didn’t want to behave. She wanted all of him.

  He released her, swallowed hard, and moved his hands beneath the water. Doing what?

  She found out when he took hold of her hand again, pulled it to him, and wrapped it around his naked hard shaft. Mercy. A shiver went through her, hot and achy, spilling bliss through her veins and making her moan. He gripped her hand with his right one, keeping it on his flesh, and began stroking.

  Liora hadn’t expected him to be this forward but she loved it. She liked how tightly he held her hand around his rigid cock, moving it up and down the full length from crown to root, showing her how to pleasure him.

  Asmodeus closed his eyes and tipped his head back, grunting as the rhythm built and she began to move with him, stroking him hard but at a measured pace, one that would give him the most pleasure. His arms tensed, muscles bunching beautifully, and his torso followed, every ridge pronouncing itself. Her heart fluttered and belly heated, and she wanted to find her own pleasure. If he wasn’t afraid to show her how he liked to be touched, then she shouldn’t be afraid either.

  His eyes snapped open when she took hold of his free hand, slowing the tempo of her strokes, keeping him hard but not pushing him towards the edge.

  His red gaze followed her as she led his hand under the water towards her. He swallowed hard, throat flexing with it, and stared at the point where their joined hands entered the water, his breath coming faster again.

  Liora stroked him hard to take his mind off it and he screwed his face up and rocked his hips, growling as he thrust through the ring of their joined fingers.

  She waited until he was deep in his pleasure and then pushed aside her black panties and slipped his fingers into her folds.

  Asmodeus stilled right down to his breathing.

  Liora didn’t stop. She gently held his hand from behind, keeping his palm facing her body, curled his ring and little finger over, and stroked her pert nub with his other two fingers.

  His gaze narrowed, burning like an inferno now, and he growled, flashing fangs.

  She started stroking him again, slower now, moving their hands in time with each other. Asmodeus was a very quick study. Quicker than she had anticipated. He moved his hand against her, gaze intent on the water, as if he could see through it to her and what he was doing. He wanted to see. He wanted to watch their joined hands touching her.

  She could do that.

  Liora reluctantly took her hand away from his shaft, earning a growl from him. She wiped the angry look from his face by rising to her feet, coming to stand before him, and shimmying out of her knickers.

  Asmodeus stared.

  Growled.

  His hands shot up from the water, spraying it everywhere, and clutched her hips. He drew her closer, his eyes locked on the thatch of curls between her thighs. Liora took hold of one of his hands and guided it to her, curling his fingers over as before so only two remained. She lifted her left leg, her heart pounding, and settled it on his shoulder, pinning him back against the edge of the pool and revealing herself to him.

  He groaned now, the sound desperate and rough, as if she was killing him.

  “Touch me,” she whispered, and slipped his fingers between her moist folds, bringing them back to where they had been before. “Like this.”

  She moved his flattened fingers up and down, and then swirled them around. Asmodeus’s crimson eyes burned into her, studying everything she did. Her heart pounded, heat rushing through her veins, tingles spreading outwards from her core.

  He licked his lips and began mimicking what she had shown him, moving his own fingers, teasing her closer to the edge. She breathed hard, lost in the pleasure rippling through her, aching for the next step. Asmodeus was ahead of her. He dipped his fingers down, found her slick core and grow
led low in his throat.

  “Claws,” she uttered before he lost his head and he snatched his hand back, looking for all the world as if she had just told him to back the hell off and get away from her. Liora rocked her hips, too far gone to stop herself, her body demanding release. “No… don’t stop… just… keep those bad boys in check… yeah?”

  He grunted in response, honed his gaze on her groin and brought his fingers back to her. He swirled his fingers around her nub, bringing her back to a crescendo again, teetering on the edge of bliss, and then eased them downwards. She smiled at how beautifully intense and focused he became, and could almost hear him mentally chanting to keep his claws away. He hesitated. Damn it. She hadn’t meant to put him off completely.

  “Like this,” she murmured and took hold of his hand again, sliding it downwards. She shifted her hips forwards and moaned as she eased two of his fingers into her hot sheath. Asmodeus snarled, his gaze burning her, locked with such intensity that she shivered. He slowly withdrew his fingers and carefully moved them back inside, stroking her sensitive flesh. “Yes… like that. Mother Earth… just like that.”

  Liora arched her back, tangled her hands in her hair and clutched it to her head, her elbows pointed skywards.

  She bit her lip and undulated her hips, riding the slow steady thrust of his fingers, losing herself in the hot shivery pleasure burning through her with each one.

  Asmodeus built the pace, gaining confidence, taking her higher. Liora screwed her eyes shut and groaned, her knees trembling and threatening to give out. Not before she climaxed. She just needed a few more seconds. A few more strokes.

  The intensity of his gaze on her magnified.

  She shrieked when he pulled his fingers from her, grabbed her hips and yanked her forwards. It ended in a moan when her back hit the hot ground next to the pool and Asmodeus buried his head between her thighs, his tongue delving between her plush petals and licking the length of her.

  “Oh gods,” she moaned and arched her back, rocking her hips against his face, riding that wicked tongue of his.

  Oh, he was a natural. A god amongst men.

  Liora dug her fingers into his hair, clutching him to her, and settled her legs over his shoulders. He raised her hips and devoured her, stroking and teasing her nub, driving her out of her mind with a need for that one final push. She reached for it, straining and moaning, rocking her hips in search of it.

  Asmodeus slowed his attack on her and she wanted to curse him for it until he obliterated her ability to speak by easing his fingers into her.

  She was done for.

  Liora lasted two long strokes of his fingers before she shattered, crying out as a wave of pleasure so intense that she felt hazy from head to toe crashed over her, sending her thighs quivering against the sides of his head and her mind spinning. Asmodeus growled between her thighs and she smiled lazily, trembling around his fingers, glad he liked to feel her coming because of his touch.

  He withdrew his fingers and lapped the length of her, tasting her flesh and her desire, the release he had wrought from her. She melted into the black basalt, shaking all over, spent and lost, feeling too high to move.

  Water splashed over her and she opened her eyes to find Asmodeus above her, his gaze near-black with arousal.

  “You taste divine.” He rested all of his weight on one arm and stroked her cheek, the light caress tickling her in her sensitized state. “I want to do that again.”

  “Let me catch my breath.” She smiled when he looked disappointed and wiped that expression from his face by curling her fingers around the rigid length of his cock. His eyes turned hooded again, lips parting on a sigh as his nostrils flared. “How about I steal your breath like you did mine?”

  He frowned and growled, and she pressed her other hand against his chest, forcing him back as she sat up. He kneeled before her, completely nude and beautiful, his long shaft straining for her attention.

  Liora leaned in and licked from root to crown, eliciting a husky moan from him. He was going to be doing a lot more than moaning quietly before long. She swirled her tongue around the thick head and ran her tongue over the slit, tasting his essence. His hands leaped to her shoulders and he clutched them. They were trembling. She smiled at that. He would be shaking all over when she was done with him. She was going to rock his world.

  She closed her mouth over the crown and he jerked forwards, thrusting further inside, grunting darkly.

  Liora wrapped one hand around his impressive length and let the other drift over his stomach and thighs as she sucked him gently, giving him a moment to get accustomed to the feel of her mouth on his flesh. She eased off him and fluttered her tongue around the dark head, tearing another groan from him, sharply followed by another. He clutched her more tightly, his big body tensing, and she couldn’t resist gazing up the height of him.

  The sight of his face twisted in pleasure, his eyes screwed shut and fangs sinking into his lower lip, made her quiver inside and reignited her desire. She flexed her pelvic muscles and took him back into her mouth, moaning at the brief aftershock of pleasure. She moved her hand on his length in time with her mouth and he rocked into her, short thrusts that she knew he couldn’t help, just as she hadn’t been able to stop herself from riding his fingers. He was lost.

  Her other hand skimmed downwards, ready to join in the fun now that she had him close to the edge, skirting ecstasy.

  She cupped his sac and rolled it gently in her fingers, and he bucked forwards, a harsh moan leaving his lips. That moan turned fierce and guttural when she gave his balls a gentle squeeze and tug, and he thrust through her fingers, rocking his cock into her mouth. His right hand moved to her head, guiding her on him, controlling her movements.

  Liora alternated between sucking him and swirling her tongue around the crown, driving him wild, until he had his fingers tangled in her hair and was grunting with each thrust into her mouth and each squeeze of his sac.

  He uttered something in the demon tongue and she hoped it was complimentary.

  His thrusts hardened, his breathing quickened and his balls tightened. Liora sucked him harder and moved her hand quicker on his flesh, stroking it as he had shown her he liked it, combining it with her hot wet mouth to propel him firmly over the edge.

  He growled what might have been her name, every inch of him went as taut as a bowstring, and she looked up the length of him, wanting to see his first climax with her as it claimed him body and soul.

  He tossed his head back and roared in a vicious yet sexy way as he shot his hot seed into her mouth and she swallowed around him. His fangs extended, his claws pressed into her skin, and his wings erupted from his back.

  Delicious.

  She sucked him softly, drawing out his climax, feeling him throb and jerk, continuing to spill himself in short bursts. He breathed hard, body straining and muscles covered in a fine sheen. Liora released him and ran her hands over his trembling hips.

  His eyes slowly opened and dropped to her, blazing red and filled with an explosive combination of satisfaction and need, hunger for more.

  She liked that look in them. The one that left her feeling that he would never get enough of her. The one that backed up his earlier words.

  Because you are mine.

  She believed in equality, and if she were a little braver, she might have voiced the words that echoed in her heart. Because you are mine.

  His gaze narrowed on hers and he captured her jaw with his right hand, lifted her chin, leaned down and kissed her. It was soft and sweet, tender, and it melted her inside. She savoured it and this side of him, the one that he showed only to her.

  He broke the kiss, stood and pulled her up onto her feet, wrapping his wings around her. Shielding her from any prying eyes.

  He didn’t want anyone else to see her like this. She didn’t want any demon bitches getting a good look at her man all naked and sated either.

  Liora snapped her fingers, using a fraction of her returning po
wer to get his damp loincloth back in place. He raised an eyebrow at her, his red eyes silently questioning her.

  She found her voice.

  “Because you are mine.”

  CHAPTER 11

  Mine.

  Asmodeus sat on his throne, dressed in his armour again, watching Liora drying her beautiful chestnut hair using the fire he had built for her as she sat on the rug between the fireplace and the table. Romulus lay beside him on the floor, curled up. Remus had chosen to settle close to Liora and was sleeping on his side, a contented air around him. The hellhound had blocked Asmodeus’s way to Liora when she had sat by the fire, stealing her from him, demanding her attention. She had petted the foolish irritating creature for twenty minutes straight before he had fallen asleep.

  Liora ran her fingers through the unruly strands of her hair, her head tilted towards the flames, her body wrapped in the finest black silk robe he had been able to materialise for her to wear.

  His female deserved the finest things.

  “What are you thinking while you stare at me like that?” She opened her hazel eyes and locked them on him, a playful smile tugging at her rosy lips.

  Lips he had kissed and tasted at his leisure. She allowed him to sample them whenever he desired. Because she was his now.

  Her words drifted around his head, bringing out his smile, making him feel strangely light inside. Warm.

  She viewed him as hers too.

  She had placed a claim on him.

  She had allowed him to do intimate things with her, and he wanted more. He couldn’t stop thinking about every lick, kiss and caress that had happened at the bathing pool.

  “I am thinking wicked things,” he murmured in a low voice and ran his eyes over her, taking in every inch, recalling how she had looked when she had stood before him in the water, her body partially bared for his gaze and his touch.

  She smiled. “Very wicked things?”

  “The wickedest.” He ground his teeth as his loincloth pinched, too tight against his straining length. He wanted her again and wanted more this time. He wanted to claim her fully and sheathe himself in her hot body, taking her as his fingers had.