Series: The Sacrifice Series by Natasha Knight
Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79889 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79889 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“I suppose that makes me your God.” He sets me upon my feet, his heated gaze carving a path of fire along my skin. “And you, my little sinner, need a lesson in worship.”
My breath catches in my lungs as he forces me to my knees, his fingers reaching for his belt. I watch as he unbuckles it, revealing the length of his throbbing erection beneath his briefs.
“You did this.” His words are gruff and accusatory. “And now you’re going to repent for it.”
My nipples tighten as he grabs a fistful of my hair and rubs my face against the bulge in his briefs. I know what he wants, and any bitterness I held at being captured flees as I kiss him there.
He groans, fist tightening, voice gravelly as he issues his command. “Again.”
I kiss him again, working my way along the material until I reach the band. When my tongue darts out, licking along that seam to taste his skin, I feel a tremor in his arm.
He may have won the game, but the god is only as powerful as the woman on her knees before him, making him shudder.
It gives me courage, and I move of my own accord, tugging down his briefs to unleash his cock. It bobs in front of my face, angry and so hard it looks painful.
I want to ease that ache for him. It’s an unsettling thought, just how badly I want that.
Azrael sees the hunger in my eyes, and it pleases him very much. “Good girl,” he murmurs, stroking my hair as I lick the entire length of his shaft. “Show me again.”
I lick him again, this time all the way down to his balls, and he releases another groan of satisfaction. It makes my insides clench, and heat blazes deep in my core, stoking a fire of need in me.
I continue to taste him, throwing myself into the act and savoring every lash of my tongue. Every sigh. Every clench of his fist in my hair.
“Enough,” he growls. “Open your mouth for me.”
I hesitate, blinking up at him, unable to hide my nerves. “It’s not going to fit.”
Dark amusement flickers in his gaze. “It will fit. Now open.”
A battle of wills takes place in my mind, instinct telling me he’ll choke me to death with that monster and the more deranged part of me insisting maybe it wouldn’t be a bad way to go.
In the end, I do as he bids, trusting him for some reason I can’t identify.
“Such an obedient little wife.” His fingers wrap around my throat as he pushes his cock between my lips. “I’m going to own every part of you.”
The velvet of his skin brushes over my tongue until my jaw is stretched as wide as it will go, and he can’t fit anymore. I don’t know that I even have half of him in my mouth, but it makes no difference to him.
His fingers tighten as he closes his eyes and pulls back, only to rock forward again, fucking my mouth just like he’d promised. “Christ,” he rumbles as I wrap my lips around him and relax into it. “Do you know how much I wanted to do this to you today in that church?”
Goosebumps break out along my skin at his confession, and I look up at him in silent acknowledgment, but he doesn’t see it. His eyes are still closed. The pressure from his fingers on my throat tightens as he starts to fuck my mouth for real.
“All I could think about was that goddamned lipstick,” Azrael grits out. “How tempting you were to every pair of male eyes in those pews. And here I am, the only one who will ever touch you. The only one who will ever own you this way.”
His other hand cups the back of my head, fingers raking over my skull as he thrusts deeper, making me gag. Tears leak from my eyes, and my hands come up to his thighs, gripping him there as his cock slides in and out of my mouth.
Tension cords the muscles in his arms, holding me like a vise as he uses me for his pleasure. I should be offended, I think, but all I feel is enraptured by the sight of him getting off on me. When he opens his eyes again to meet mine, electricity sparks between us.
“God, you’re fucking beautiful like this,” he chokes out.
I whimper, the sound vibrating against him, and it sends him over the edge. His entire body goes rigid as his cock spasms in my mouth, his come spilling over my tongue and leaking down my throat. I swallow instinctively, and he makes a feral sound of approval as he watches like the dark God he’s playing at.
It’s insanely hot, if I’m being honest. I don’t want to admit it, but he is. He’s fucking beautiful.