Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
The urge to slam her down to the hilt is nearly overwhelming, but I’m too busy trying not to orgasm before she has a chance to take me all the way. Letting her be on top was a mistake. She’s too sexy, panting and whimpering as she works to take me. Her belly shakes with each jerk of her hips, and I want to grab her, bite her, mark her as mine in any way she’ll allow. It feels like frenzy, but I’m tense and still.
Seeing my cock spread her pussy, stretch her, get slick with her need . . .
I should close my eyes, but I can’t tear my gaze away. “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby girl.”
“I know.” She doesn’t quite pull off her smirk, because her eyes are rolling back in her head. One last roll of her hips, and we’re sealed together. I press a hand to her stomach, to squeeze her there, and she whimpers. “Fuck, that feels so good, Daddy. You’re so big.”
“You take me so well,” I murmur. I stroke her clit lightly with my thumb. “You’re close.”
“Yes,” she moans. She tilts her head back, exposing the long line of her neck, and starts to ride me.
“I can tell. Now be a good girl and make yourself come on my cock.”
Each slow roll of her hips has pleasure building. She’s a fucking vision, sweat slicking her skin, her expression dreamy as she chases her own orgasm. As she uses me to do it. It’s degrading in the best way possible. I’m a tool for my queen, and fuck if it doesn’t get me off knowing that she came to me when she was in need.
No matter what else is true for the two of us, Eve trusts me on some level. We can build something from that foundation, no matter how thoroughly I’ve fucked up handling this process.
The first flutters start, and then she’s crying out, grinding down hard as she orgasms. “Azazel.” My name on her lips is barely more than a whisper, but it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.
I can’t hold out any longer. I dig my heels into the bed and thrust up into her. I’m not so far gone as to be rough with her, but I’m not as gentle as I want to be. I grip her hips and bounce her on my cock, again and again, and then I’m coming in great spurts, filling her and then overfilling her, my seed sliding down her thighs and all over my lap.
I sit up and pull her close. Eve shivers in my arms, her eyes still closed. “Fuck, Daddy, I think you broke me.”
“You did so well,” I murmur against her temple while I stroke her spine. “You were perfect.” I’m still half-hard inside her, but she can’t take me again. She needs something else right now.
I reach over without looking and dig through my nightstand until I come up with the balm I keep there. It’s good for a number of uses—like healing the bruise on her ribs—but it was created a very long time ago by a witch who took one of my people for a lover. The size difference can be a boon, but she wasn’t a fan of the soreness that prevented her from having her lover as often as she craved.
Eve winces as I ease her off my cock. Her eyes flutter open. “Fuck, maybe you really did break me.”
“I’ll make it better.” I lay her down on my bed and take a moment to soak in every detail. The way her skin glistens. Her pussy, a complete mess from my cock. Best of all, her relaxed expression. None of the tension that rode her so strongly remains in evidence.
I mean to keep it that way.
She frowns a little when I kneel between her thighs. “I don’t think I can take anymore. I’m going to be feeling you for a week.”
“Trust me.” I dip a single finger into the balm, coating it fully, and then press it into her.
She winces again, but the healing takes hold almost immediately. Eve’s frown eases, and she shakes her head slowly. “Oh. That’s good. That’s really good.”
“I think you’ve got one more in you, baby girl. I mean to have it.”
CHAPTER 11
EVE
Fucking Azazel is something I’m going to curse myself for in the morning, but I can’t seem to worry about it right now. No matter how different he looks, he’s still my Azazel in bed. We’re still getting off on the exchange in power that doesn’t have a defined set of rules beyond what feels good in the moment.
And now, kneeling between my thighs with his cock still dripping, he fingers me back to full health. Magic is a hell of a drug, that’s for damn sure. He’s being careful with me, but he’s not about to let me out of his bed before he gets another one from me.