Supernatural Villain (Supernatural Captivity #3) - Avery Song Page 0,69

mix of pain and pleasure.

Some kisses of burning intensity felt like my flesh was peeling right off, while some light brushes of warmth healed any wound that could have possibly been created from the same source.

I didn't think I could keep up with the emotional manipulation playing around with my mind and body, but each time exhaustion crept through me, Adonis would pause and kiss me with a kiss that was null in nature - no sense of temperature but with a force of empowerment in the form of rushing energy.

We were on a wavelength of synchronicity for he understood everything about me before I had the chance to think of it, almost like I was one step behind in my own thought process.

By the time he was finished laying a kiss on every inch of my flesh, I was quivering and dripping wet with arousal. I debated whether to express my legs’ shakiness, but my heart skipped a few beats when he slowly dropped to his knees before me and spread my legs further out.

I wasn't sure whether to feel a sense of embarrassment about how my juices practically began to roll down the inner sides of my legs or be completely turned on by the fact that my Adonis Von Dolorosa was on his damn knees before me and was about to lick me the fuck up.

Lick. Nah. That's too kind. He's going to eat me up until he devours every drop of cum I release.

That surely had my eyes dilating in impatience while I tried to remind myself that breathing was an essential part of survival even in these magical lands.

His name left my lips when he began to lick along my inner legs while he secured them in their place with those lovely hands of his. I loved how his sharp nails pinched my flesh just a fraction, enough to emphasize that possessive nature of his while securing me so I would remain standing long enough to enjoy the fruit of my labor.

He wouldn't dare leave the opposite side unattended, giving it the same loving licks, sucks, and bites he did on my right side until I was shaking violently. He didn't understand how this was driving me mentally insane, and yet I couldn't get enough of it.

The slow taunting ignited waves of lust, anticipation, and heightened desire, while delivering me enough pleasure and a boost of energy to keep me going. The interchangeable balance could keep us going for hours - maybe even days - and that was probably the scariest part of this whole thing.

This was only a mere fraction of how powerful an incubus could be in his true element, and we were only getting started on the appetizer.

He looked up at me then, and his eyes of purple were now black orbs that danced with the dazzling twinkling of silver and hints of plum purple. The hunger that projected from those spheres could send prey running to the hills to escape his sharp bared teeth, but all I did was lick my lips yet again and get further lost in those demanding eyes of his.

I was at his complete mercy - powerless to dare say anything to ruin this moment of throbbing anticipation as he inched further upward between my legs.

He sniffed wildly at first as if he were trying to identify the scent of my obvious arousal, like he couldn't see my glistening pussy with those daunting eyes of his. He then took one long inhale, as if that very action delivered him the satisfaction he needed to grow hard and pushed him to make his next move.

That static prickle returned as he tightened his hold and readied himself between my legs. His exhales from his nostrils were close enough to create a breeze of chilled air that tried to tame the flowing heat that was leaving my throbbing entrance.

I had to bite my lip to not voice just how torturous this was, but did I expect something swift with Adonis? Compared to his counterpart, he was an ace in patience and would only do as you wished when he was certainly ready to do so.

It didn't take long for me to realize that the wait was beyond worth it, for the mere flick of his rather cold tongue somehow sent me spiraling into my first orgasm. I was so shocked by it that I felt embarrassed to have come from the mere movement, but I couldn't express how I felt