He wanted all of her this time.
He focused and sent his jeans away, leaving him naked on top of her. A switch in his thoughts and she was naked too, her clothes strewn across the room.
She gasped. “Cheat. You do that so easily.”
There was a smile in her voice. If he could show her how to do it, he would, but it was a talent all angels possessed and even he wasn’t sure how he made it work.
Asmodeus peppered her throat with kisses and groaned as he rubbed himself against her. She worked her body against him, rocking in time, pushing him closer to the edge. He shut out the voice at the back of his mind, the one that had plagued him when he had been with Liora like this before. He would make it good for her. They were meant to be together. What he lacked in experience, he would make up for with effort. He would give her pleasure as he had at the pool and she would cry his name again as she came.
He wanted to feel her quiver around his cock as she had trembled around his fingers.
He wanted to claim her.
“Out of the doghouse?” he whispered against her neck between kisses.
“Out and waving you in.” She giggled and rubbed her bare breasts against his chest.
He presumed that was a sexual reference.
She wanted him inside her. Just the thought had him rock hard and ready to explode. He gritted his teeth and focused on other things. Breasts. Her breasts were bare. He hadn’t seen them yet.
Asmodeus pushed himself up on his palms and looked down at her, taking in her perfection. Firm creamy mounds topped with pale pink buds called to him. He dropped his head and pulled one nipple into his mouth, sucking on it as he had sucked on her fingers. Liora moaned, clutched his hair with one hand and threw the other above her head, grasping the edge of the table.
He growled. He wanted to take her while she lay like that, holding on to the table, bared for him and at his mercy.
“Asmodeus,” she moaned and he added the sound of her uttering his name in an ecstasy-drenched voice to the things he loved about her.
No one had ever said his name in the ways that she had. With affection. With concern. With pleasure. With passion.
He groaned when she released his hair and ran her hand down his neck to his wing.
She stroked the feathers, teasing him and putting him off what he was doing. He realised the moment he stopped swirling his tongue around her nipple. She pressed her feet into his backside and spurred him on. It was hard to concentrate while she was teasing his wings, sending waves of shivers through him. He suckled her nipple and rested on his elbow so he could toy with her other one at the same time. She liked that. It made her rub her core against him. Another groan escaped him and he countered her, thrusting the length of his cock against her moist heat. Too much. He rocked harder, curling his hips, needing more.
She moaned his name again and tugged on his wing, using her feet to keep him thrusting into her. Did she want him inside her too, filling her sweet body with his?
He grunted and kissed over her chest to her neck, licking and nipping at it as he flexed his hips, losing himself in how good it felt to do this with her.
This was the closest he had ever been to a female.
Liora wanted him closer.
She skimmed her hand down his side and then around it, dipping it between their bodies. He closed his eyes and exhaled hard as her fingers brushed the head of his length. His hips jerked forwards, his body eager for more.
She slackened the grip of her legs, allowing him to shift backwards to let her reach him. He groaned and swallowed, breathing hard against her throat as she closed her fingers around his length and slowly stroked him. Much more of that and he would climax before he was inside her.
“Let me taste you again,” she murmured, voice low with passion and desire that burned through him. He wanted to deny her, knew that if she placed her mouth on him he wouldn’t last, but he equally wanted to experience that again.
He moved back to kneel between her spread thighs and frowned, his nostrils flaring with it, when he looked down at her glistening curls. He swept his hands over her milky thighs and down between them, brushing the petals of her groin, teasing her. She giggled and then it turned into a moan when he slipped his fingers between her folds and found her sweet nub. He rubbed it in circles, swirling his fingers around it, and lowered his other hand to her sheath.
Liora tipped her head back and clutched the edge of the table with both hands as he eased his fingers into her. Her legs fell further open, spread by his knees, and she raised her hips towards him. He frowned and stroked her nub while stroking her inside too, feeling her hot sheath grip him as she flexed her muscles and groaned.
She looked wanton like that, bared for him and lost in her pleasure. Pleasure he had given her. He wanted to keep her like this for hours, balanced on the edge, teasing her close to falling and then slowing down again, until she begged for mercy. He could spend days watching her in this sensual haze, intoxicated by his touch.
Her grip on the stone table tightened and she shifted her hips, rocking herself on his fingers. “Asmodeus.”
Her face screwed up, breathing turning ragged and heart accelerating, pumping as wildly as his was against his chest. Her breasts heaved, the dusky buds tight with need, calling for his attention. He denied them, was too transfixed by the sight of her wound tight with pleasure and the feel of her under his hands. Her hot sheath gripped his fingers, drawing them deeper into her, and he pumped her harder, giving her what she desired.
More.
He swirled his fingers around her nub, teasing it and bringing her close to the edge, and then backed off again. She mewled and screwed her face up, tipping her head back and thrusting her breasts high in the air. Delicious.
“Please,” she whispered, husky and raw, desperate.
Asmodeus gave her what she needed, plunging two fingers deep into her and brushing his other fingers over her nub at the same time. She shattered before him, crying out as her body quivered and convulsed, pulling his fingers in deeper and saturating them in warmth.
He wanted to taste her.
He growled, withdrew his fingers and slipped from the edge of the table. He caught her hips, dragged her to the edge and kneeled between her legs. She gasped at the first flick of his tongue over her flesh and then moaned and raised her hips as he lapped at her, tasting her pleasure.
His cock throbbed, hungry for a taste of her too. He couldn’t stop himself from rocking his hips as he pushed his tongue inside her. Liora moaned and shivered, trembled anew around him. He licked and then sucked, wanting more from her.
“Asmodeus,” Liora uttered and he lifted his gaze and looked up the length of her body. She lay propped up on her elbows, her smile wicked. “My turn.”
He wanted to deny her but the way his length went as rigid as steel and ached as it never had before shut down that denial before it could leave his lips.
“Stand.” She moved to kneel on the table and he rose before her, wondering what she had planned.
Liora leaned forwards onto her hands and knees and crawled towards him, giving him a glorious view down her back to the peachy globes of her bottom. He growled at the thought of being on the other side of the table, seeing her from that angle, her body on display for him, tempting him into taking her.
Her tongue flicked over the crown of his cock and then she took him into her hot mouth and all of his thoughts derailed. He groaned and grunted, hazy from head to toe as she licked and sucked him, lavishing his length with attention. She cupped his sac again, toying with it as she had near the pool, each little tug sending hot shivers blasting outwards and heightening his pleasure.
Asmodeus clutched her shoulders and tried to fight his desire to rock himself into her mouth, taking it. He stared at her bottom, imagining himself behind her, thrusting into her body like this. He grunted again and pumped into her mouth. She moaned, the noise vibrating along the length of him, adding to his pleasure and making him moan
along with her.
She sucked more greedily, pulling hard on him once more and then softening her approach the next. Driving him mad. Was she getting him back for what he had done to her? It felt as though she wanted to torture him for hours, bringing him to the edge and then refusing to push him over it.
His knees trembled and he held her tighter, trying to keep himself upright. She squeezed and tugged his balls, wrenching another groan from him, and stroked his length in time with her sucking. Was this how she would feel when he was inside her?
The thought tipped him right over the edge and he grunted as pleasure shot through him and he spilled himself into her mouth, shallowly thrusting through the ring of her fingers. She lapped at him as he had her, licking up his spending and sending another shivery hot wave crashing through him.
Asmodeus’s hands slipped to the table. He grasped the edge, closed his eyes, and breathed slowly, trying to bring himself gently down.
Liora released him and he glanced down at his softening cock. He had wanted to be inside her this time. She kneeled and ran her hands up his stomach to his chest, rising before him. His heart pounded against his ribs, the rhythm still too fast, making him feel dizzy and hazy. She looped her arms around his neck and he moaned as she kissed him.
He twitched. Stirred.
Grinned.
The more she kissed him and stroked his wings, the harder he became, until he prodded her belly and she gasped and looked down.
“Angel stamin—”
Asmodeus caught her behind her knees and flipped her onto her back, knocking the words from her lips. He growled and spread her thighs, staring down at her feminine core and then slowly raking his eyes up over her beautiful body to meet hers.
Liora stretched her arms above her head and curled her fingers around the edge of the table again. Her eyes darkened with arousal.
He grabbed her hips and yanked her closer, tearing another gasp from her and making her eyes go even darker, and narrowed his gaze on her glistening curls.
He took hold of his rigid length and bent at the knee, bringing him down to level with her. His hand shook. He crushed the nerves that made it tremble and ran the head of his flesh through her folds. She moaned and writhed, and he didn’t want to wait any longer.
Asmodeus edged further down and lost his breath when the crown nudged inside her. Hot. She felt hotter around it than she had around his fingers. He eased forwards and she arched, moaning and straining, incredibly tight around him.
He froze. Too tight.
“Don’t stop… go slow… okay?”
He groaned. He could do slow. It would kill him, but he would do it for her, so he didn’t hurt her. He wanted this to feel good, the best she’d had. Better than the male who had dared touch what was his.
Asmodeus slowly entered her, inch by excruciating inch, swallowing hard to resist ramming forwards and seating himself to his hilt. He planted his hands on the table and then grasped her hips and raised them as he straightened, coming to stand between her thighs. She moaned now, this time one of pleasure not pain.
“Keep going,” she whispered, as breathless as he felt.
He eased forwards, throbbing from how tightly she gloved him and how hot she was, scorching him with her wet heat. The end of his length hit something.
“Oh, bingo,” she muttered. “Mother Earth, you’re big.”
“A bad thing?” He hoped not. He intended to do this often with her. As often as she allowed and then more.
She shook her head. “Remember. Slow and steady wins the race.”
This was a race?
He stared at her. She cracked her eyes open and smiled. “It’s a metaphor. It means you don’t need to rush.”
“Easier said than done… every fibre of me wants to claim you and I want to claim you hard.”
She moaned and flexed around him, and he choked. She could go tighter?
“I love it when you talk dirty.”
He wasn’t sure whether she was teasing. He grasped her hips and stared down at the point where their bodies joined, fascinated as he slowly withdrew and then thrust back in, watching his cock disappear into her body. She felt good. Incredibly good. Insanely good.
He struggled to set a slow and steady pace as she had instructed. He held her firm when she kept trying to wriggle and gently increased his speed as she began to loosen around him. Asmodeus watched their bodies joining, his hard length pumping into her, filling her completely and ripping a moan from her each time it did so. He hadn’t imagined that sex itself would be so arousing.
If she watched them coupling, would it thrill her too?
He wanted to know.
“Would you feel more pleasure if you could see my cock entering you?”
She choked and stared at him with wide eyes. “You’re embracing the dirty talk, aren’t you?”
He nodded and slowed his pace, decided he liked how she seemed to lose her ability to concentrate when he did that, thrusting in long leisurely strokes, and watched her. “I was curious.”
She looked thoughtful and then moaned.
“The thought arouses you?” he said and she blushed, then gave a tiny nod. He looked down again, shifting his hips further back this time, until the head of his cock almost left her, and then easing back in. “It is rather wicked.”
“I want to see.” She crooked her finger.
She wanted him to mount the table while inside her? That was a rather impossible feat and he didn’t feel like withdrawing from her completely.
She made the decision for him by pulling up with her arms, tugging herself free of him. He growled and mounted the table, and then groaned when she pushed him onto his back and mounted him.
Asmodeus lay beneath her, his wings stretched across the black table top, staring up at her. She grasped his cock, positioned it and then twirled her hair up and pinned it using one of his pencils. He held her hips and she pressed her hands against his chest as she looked between them. He watched their joining with her, moaning in time with her as she inched down onto him.
“Very wicked,” she whispered breathlessly and began moving on him, faster than he had dared, long strokes that had him grasping the edge of the table as she had, at her mercy as she rode him.
The sight of her rocking on him was far more wicked than just the sight of him thrusting into her and then withdrawing. He lay beneath her and lost himself in it, amazed that she was doing this with him, wanted him like this. She grasped his hips and tipped her head back, arching her breasts towards him and moaning each time she thrust down onto him, taking him deep into her body. She moved faster, wilder, rotating her hips and moaning louder.
His little hellion.
“Asmodeus,” she groaned and he countered her thrusts, plunging his cock hard into her every time she bore down on him. It still wasn’t enough for him. He needed more. She needed it too.
He growled, flipped her onto her back and grasped her shoulders, thrusting deep. She groaned and grabbed his wings, tugging them and pulling him down to her, undulating her hips beneath him and flexing around him, clenching his length. It seemed the time for slow and steady had passed and she was too far gone to care about any pain. It had all become pleasure.
Asmodeus curled his hips, grunting each time their bodies met and she clawed at his shoulder or clutched one of his wings and groaned. He gritted his teeth and pumped her harder, using the full length of his rigid shaft to feel all of her, and make her feel all of him. She belonged to him. He was claiming her and when he was done, she would be his forever. He would never let her go.
She moaned hotly into his ear, craned her neck and bit the lobe, ripping a growl from him. “Harder.”
Holy hell. He could do that.
He held her tighter and thrust harder, shorter strokes that had her rocking in his arms. His balls drew up and his shaft swelled, aching inside her. She tightened around him, choking him in her heat, drawing him closer to the edge. Not yet. She would have her bliss first.
“More,” she whispered and he complied, holding back and giving her what she desired, letting her feel every inch of him as he took her, giving her pleasure. She dug her nails into his bare backside, clawing at him, forcing him to move faster. He grunted into her neck, bit down without thinking, and she screamed at the top of her lungs.
She went so tight he grunted in pain this time, and then she convulsed into him and her whole body shook as she quivered around him, her sheath milking his cock.
Asmodeus growled into her neck and kept thrusting, drawing out her climax as he sought his own. She clung to him, still pushing his backside, making him take her hard and fast. He tasted blood on his tongue, tasted heat and life, and power.
The moment he swallowed to clear the taste away, his blood lit up like lightning and he jerked deep into her body and came hard, his climax wringing his seed from him over and over again until he trembled and collapsed on top of her, breathing hard against her throat. His cock continued to pulse inside her.
“Mother Earth…” she muttered into his ear and he grunted in response, unable to form words to express how that had made him feel but agreeing with her and the awed tone she had used. She poked his arm, nudging him. “Asmodeus?”
He grunted again.
“You okay?”
Shrugged.
He felt dizzy. Drained. High.
He tried to look at her and closed his eyes again. “Spinning.”
Her hand knocked against his face and then touched her neck. “You bit me.”
It took him a moment to remember that. He nodded. “Did not mean to.”
“Blood. Sex. Magic.” Her tone made those three words sound significant and he managed to push himself up and drowsily looked down at her. His length still throbbed, sending pleasant aftershocks tripping through him.
“Huh?” he mumbled and her eyes darted between his. She cupped his cheeks and pulled his lower eyelids down with her thumbs, inspecting his eyes, and then checked his teeth and he was beginning to feel mildly concerned. Only mildly though. Panic had no chance against the hot hazy bliss consuming him. “Huh?”
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