Supernatural Villain (Supernatural Captivity #3) - Avery Song Page 0,68

was. The growth in its charge as we fought against the straining temptation to give in to our bodily desires to make love.

I may have craved his shocking touch, but the stubborn part of me wanted to play to his tune. To not yet submit to the whirlwind of ecstasy he was preparing for me until he told me to bow down to his every command and enjoy the ride towards euphoria.

"I'm going to devour you, enjoy every bit of your taste, and I'm positive you'll enjoy every second of it," he vowed, and I knew he wouldn't disappoint me. There was a final thought in my mind that nagged to be answered, but I fought to push it away. I didn't want to stop this - ruin the build-up between us.

"You have one final thought," he whispered in amusement while my cheeks flushed at his ability to read me like a damn book. "Before you bother asking, you're still easy to read, Cass," he teased with that deliciously deep voice of his. It was one of the many parts of his incubus powers that always had the ability to make me wet.

"Why do you want to have me now in this figure instead of waiting until I return to my previous appearance?" I inquired. "I'm asking more out of curiosity than trying to diminish my appearance. I'm more comfortable now, but why are you still eager to do this with me now?"

There could have been the simple reason of underlying madness that was about to brew in the morning, and the fact that we'd have no idea when a calming moment of peace would be given to us for another chance at fucking.

"Aside from the obvious factors, like I love you?" he offered in glee.

I huffed, tempted to cockblock him.

As if that would favor my wet pussy or the rest of my tingling body.

He chuckled and gave me a kiss, but this one was soft and delicate, like I'd gone from an addictive drink to a soothing cup of steaming tea.

"You need to realize that I’ll adore you at whatever stage you are in when it comes to this crazy thing called life," he revealed. "No matter this current state of attraction, or decades from now when we eventually grow old and wrinkly. I need you to understand that you'll always be precious to me and our appearances will never define the love I have for you."

"You sly romantic," I mumbled while my whole face burned red from his moving words. "Okay. No more destructive thoughts."

"You sure?" he inquired and brushed his lips against mine. "I can keep this stalling going until the early morni-"

He never completed the sentence, for I'd lost my patience with stalling the inevitable as I pressed my lips firmly against his. The trigger of lust flooded our connection, my mind swarming with sensations that weren't from the world around me but oozing off of Adonis.

It seemed to heighten the seemingly tamed kiss, but this was the mere icing of a towering cake of passion, for the moment his hands began to roam down my flesh, it felt like I was on fire.

Every nerve ending was triggered by his touch, and I gasped as he moved those possessively smooth hands along my flesh. This was going to be agonizing torture, and yet I was so thrilled for this occasion.

The next kiss delivered to my burning lips was one that didn't trigger lust but rather, pure longing. It was as if the hours, minutes, and seconds gathered together from all the worrying these horrendous days had delivered had piled up inside me and had no way of escape.

Only now that very route of freedom had been ignited by these possessive lips, the touch and movement a fierce melody that moved swiftly and on beat. The heavy sensation of emotions flowed outward, wrapping around us as if it had one final dance to endure before being set astray into the floral world of moonlight around us.

I was sure Adonis sensed the rival weight of my longing. He was the composer of this orchestra of emotional sensitivity and would surely take the responsibility his role had on my body, mind, and soul.

He broke the kiss, only to begin to make his way down my body. His lips jumped between sizzling hot kisses that left me moaning and frigid, icy kisses that made me shiver and groan. The back and forth duality of his playful teasing was the perfect