the heel of his hand against my clit. My breath caught, my pulse stumbling. The heat within me built, built, built.
He added a third finger, pushed hard against a spot inside. I stiffened, teetering on the edge.
His teeth on my neck again, sharp points of pain that zapped through me, mingled with the mounting pleasure—and I shattered.
A cry wrenched itself from my throat. I bucked and writhed, a firestorm of bliss coursing through me.
Before I even came down from the height of my climax, he’d pulled up my hips so I was on my knees—my upper body and face still sprawled on the mattress, but my ass in the air—and then his mouth was on me.
I gasp-squeaked and jolted at the heat of his tongue on my intimate, swollen flesh. A rumble sounded from him, the kind of fierce, hungry growl you’d hear before a lion feasted.
And feast he did.
He licked and sucked, his tongue flicking and teasing, stroking my folds and spearing into me. A sensual ambush of lips and tongue and teeth with the ferocity of a starved, wild creature.
Good God, I’d never been eaten out like this.
Going with the dining metaphor, all of my other oral encounters now seemed like listless poking at food compared to this...this...ravenous devouring. Azazel went all in, no holds barred, with a devotion to raw, unbridled, passionate oral worship that made every muscle in my body quiver and quake.
“Oh, God,” I moaned, my fingers grasping the sheet. “Ohgodohgodohg—”
Dark power rippled over me, charged the air with a lick of menace just as his teeth gripped my folds.
Who? The snarled question filled my head, reverberated inside my skull.
“Azazel,” I wheezed.
He sucked my flesh, pushed three fingers inside me. His thumb circled my clit.
Louder.
“Az—Azazel!” I groaned as another orgasm ripped me to shreds, even more intense than the first.
By the time I floated back into the room again, his name was a whispered prayer on my lips, a mantra echoing inside my head, a pulse underneath my skin.
White-hot lightning in his eyes as he rose over me, his gaze searing every raw, laid-bare layer of myself. He flipped me again, I thought sluggishly, my limbs tingling with the aftermath of orgasmic destruction, sweat coating my skin.
His muscles flexed in his arms and shoulders as he braced himself over me. I’d been so blissed out, I hadn’t even noticed how he’d stripped.
Now I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the expanse of rough-hewn masculine beauty hovering so close, so close… I reached out, stroked over his pecs—covered in trimmed dark hair—up to the bulging muscles in his shoulders, to his strong neck.
His energy was a velveteen kiss to my senses, caressing my mind as I caressed him.
I let my hand glide toward his jaw, over his chin, to that sensual, damnably skilled mouth of his. My thumb stroked over his lower lip, once, twice.
He grabbed my wrist, nipped at my fingers, and pressed my arm next to my head as he leaned down and kissed me. A perfect storm of power and coaxing seduction, possession and lure, he had me arching my back and pressing against him. I tasted myself on his lips, his tongue, and I shivered at the erotic effect of smelling my own arousal on his skin.
He nudged my legs wide with his knee, and I didn’t need the prompt of his free hand on my thigh to wrap my legs around his hips.
The hard length of his cock pressed against my slick mound, rubbed right over my clit, and I moaned into his mouth. Barely banked, the fire in my core reignited, sizzling through my veins in single-minded anticipation.
Yes? A purr in my mind.
Yessssss, I hissed back. Then—Wait. Should we use condoms or something?
We don’t carry disease. A pause. And I believe you still have that nifty device inside you that makes you temporarily infertile?
I blinked, gaped at him. How do you…?
Kept tabs on you. He winked.
Winked.
Son of a—
I felt his throaty chuckle in his kiss, and then my mind blanked, all thoughts wiped out as he finally, finally pushed inside me.
My eyes rounded, breath hitching at the intense pleasure-pain of his cock stretching me. Too much, too much, even with all that wetness as lubrication. My thighs tightened around his hips.
He paused, watching my expression intently. “Need a moment?”
I nodded, hauling in a breath. “Maybe that patience of yours,” I muttered, “is not so bad after all.”
One side of his mouth turned up. He leaned forward, trailing slow, tantalizing kisses