composure. His fist clenched in her hair. “More.”
Sera’s eyes watered as he tilted her head back and slid deep. A row of little barbells brushed over her tongue—he was pierced all the way beneath his shaft—and then she was taking all of him. She couldn’t breathe. All she could taste was cock, and just before she began to choke, he was withdrawing again.
She could see herself reflected in his eyes as he glanced down.
Heels still on. Thigh high tights torn in places. Lipstick bleeding around her mouth. Broken wings.
A picture of innocence ruined. His cock flexed, and her breath caught. This was what he wanted of her. His was why he’d taken one look at her in the gallery and been unable to walk away.
This was the key to ruining him.
Sera dug her hands into his ass and urged him toward her.
Go ahead. Ruin me. Try and fuck me from your soul. Lock your heart away, and let it bleed.
The next thrust came harder.
Faster.
Then he was fucking her mouth with cold, callous thrusts.
He wasn’t here. Not with her. She could see it in his eyes, see it in the way he threw his head back and drove forward, a little harsher.
Maybe he was the master of seduction between the two of them, but she needed to reach him.
See me.
Sera slid her tongue along the bottom of his slick length, flicking it against the arrow-shaped groove beneath the head of him. Cold metal danced over her tongue, and he glanced down.
Their eyes met.
The next thrust was not as deep. Sera slid her hands down the back of his thighs, digging her nails into the hard muscle. Azazel pinned her there, his hands clasped around her head. His lip curled in a silent snarl, want and need warring with the desire to control the moment.
Sera suckled hard, and stole another gasp from him.
She’d been on the receiving end of enough of Tayla’s enthusiastic endorsements of this act to have some idea of what she was doing.
There was no finesse. There was no need for it. Desperation and urgency made up for her lack of experience. His piercings scraped over her teeth, and she sucked and licked and choked on that thick length, loving every second of it.
Azazel shuddered. “Stop.”
No. She could sense him there, right on the edge, and she gave him as much mercy as he’d shown her. One hand fisted tight in her hair. He was thrusting now, fucking her mouth, his spine arching.
He swore under his breath. “So be it.”
He forced himself deep until she was almost choking. Hot gushes of seed wet the back of her throat. Sera coughed, her eyes widening as she sought to breathe through this moment. A tingle of heat slicked its way between her thighs. Her own dirty little secret. Some part of her liked being used by this.
She wanted more.
She wanted him inside her, using her like this, pinning her to the bed….
It was like coming alive and staring her own demons in the face.
Azazel’s fingers stilled in her hair, and he bent forward, gasping now. The caress of his thumb against her cheeks was oddly gentle as he let her draw back, swallowing the rest of his cum.
Their eyes met.
She’d stripped him of every inch of that cold, controlled façade. Staring up his body, she saw the demon in him. Wild. Dangerous. Flushed with the glow of orgasm. The heated nature of his stare felt like fingers sliding through her pussy. It was as though he could see right through her, see the truth she’d only just revealed to herself.
“You liked that.” He leaned down, kissing at her mouth. Sharp little nips that stung. The pull of it throbbed all the way through her. “Do you want more, little angel?”
“Yes.” She slid her hands up his chest, but he captured her wrists and drove them back to the bed.
“No. I touch. You obey.”
“Damn you, just…. I want to feel you!”
“You will.” A roughened laugh broke through his raw throat. A finger stroked over her thigh. “What’s wrong? Does it ache?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” He forced her onto her knees, facing away from him, capturing her hands behind her back. The movement forced her wings together, the thin wires cutting into her arms. Sera bit her lip, but she couldn’t, for the life of her, have complained.
“Do you see her?” she whispered.
His hands paused. “Who?”
“The woman you loved.”
Such stillness. It wasn’t that of a creature caught by surprise. No, this had more to do with