Hell's Belle - Eve Newton Page 0,65

sheathing me in her wet heat as I slowly, slowly, inch by inch ease my way inside her until I’m balls deep.

“Oh, yes,” she moans.

I withdraw slightly and then thrust, repeating this movement over and over again until she is clutching my cock with such a forceful orgasm, I think she is going to snap it in half.

I grunt, savoring the feel of her pussy tightening around me, claiming me, ensuring that I’m hers.

“Oh, Annabelle,” I murmur. “This is perfect.”

She giggles again and then rolls us over. “You’ve shown me what you’ve got,” she says. “Now let me show you mine.”

She rears up. My cock is barely inside her, then she slams down taking it all in. She does it again and I feel my balls start to ache with need. Then, she rides me hard, with the speed and strength of the Devil herself.

“Fuck!” I roar, feeling the first wave crash over me, sweeping me along in its current as she doesn’t give me any respite. I grab her hips and watch her big tits bouncing in front of me, then I surprise her and flip us over so that I’m nailing her into the bed as my cum floods her body in an orgasm that won’t quit.

“Yes!” she screams, feeling the hot jets pour into her and she comes again, clenching around me with a level of magnitude that surpasses anything I have ever felt before or likely will again.

I let the last of my seed drain into her before I flip us over again and settle, her lying down on me, her head on my chest.

“That was worth waiting for,” I murmur, kissing the top of her head.

“And sooo worth watching. You haven’t lost your touch, dear husband, have you?”

I freeze as I hear the voice that sends a chill over me.

Annabelle looks up in surprise and then her eyes harden, and she looks at me with such anger, my heart aches.

“I can explain,” I say quickly, knowing that I should have come clean earlier, but we got swept away.

“Husband?” she spits, and climbs off me.

“Annabelle, wait.”

Her anger turns to sadness and then there is a blinding flash of light that makes me cry out and cover my eyes.

“Annabelle!” I shout, but there is no reply.

29

Annabelle

I have Leviathan by the throat, pinning her up against the wall as my hands flash with magick. I dress myself in black leather pants and jacket, which is far better than confronting this bitch as naked as the day I was born.

She gives me a vicious smirk, even though the voltage of power burning through her must hurt like fuck.

“Jealous little bitch, aren’t you?” she manages to grate out.

“Not of you,” I growl.

“Your actions speak otherwise.”

“Annabelle!” Aleister shouts, coming closer, his eyes covered from the glare of the magick streaming from my hands.

It is a testament to Leviathan’s strength that she hasn’t curled up into a ball and died right now.

“Kill her!” he shouts at me.

I give him a frown and pull back on the power so that he can look at me.

“I can’t do that,” I inform him, still hurt and pissed off that he failed to mention that he is still married, and to this cunt no less.

“If you don’t kill her now, you will regret it!” he yells.

“Why haven’t you killed me yet?” Leviathan asks drolly.

I give her a scathing look. “Are you as stupid as you look?” I bark out, clenching my fists into her dress and then slamming her back up against the wall. “I need you to lead me to Lucifer so that I can destroy that depiction once and for all.”

“He can never be destroyed!” she spits out. “And you just gave your game away, sweetheart. Now who’s the stupid one?”

I roll my eyes at her.

“You really are a dumb cunt,” I inform her. “Do you really think I would reveal my plans to you and still allow you to walk free?”

Her face pales. She knows now that I’m not going to kill her, but throw her back in the hole she was dredged out of by Razor’s foolish magick.

“Don’t send me back!” she cries, terror on her face suddenly, surprising me. “Kill me rather than send me back!”

“Oh, see now you’ve just shown your hand. Why would I kill you when I can torture you for eternity knowing that you’ll wish every second of every day until the end of time, that I’d killed you.”

“When he rises, and mark my words, little girl,