a jungle cat stalking its prey. Trying to decide whether to play her games, or tear her throat out for daring.
“You said you’d let me be her,” she whispered. “Is this what you want of her? One night. Just one night. And you can do anything you like to her.”
Those words finally set him back into motion.
Azazel captured a fistful of her hair and bent her back, until her spine was arching obscenely. “A dangerous request, little angel. Because if I had her for one night only, then I would ruin her.”
She felt the wetness between her thighs, the intolerable ache. Maybe it was punishment she sought, because she wanted to make the rest of her ache as much as her heart had.
“Then ruin me,” she gasped. “Punish me. Make me scream. Make me beg.”
Hard fingers drove into her from behind.
Sera cried out as she felt them penetrate her to the knuckle. Forbidden fantasies stormed to life; everything she’d ever pictured as she slipped beneath her blankets and slid her hands beneath her waistband.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he whispered, and then he was curling those fingers within her, finding just the right pressure spot.
She saw stars.
Curling his palm around her from behind, he eased those fingers back and forth, stroking her, stealing a gasp from her lips. Animal need broke through her. His knees pushed between hers, spreading her wider. Exposed to everything. Cool air slicked her skin, but it was the sensation of those fingers working within her, stretching her, filling her….
Again he brushed that spot.
And then his fingers were slipping free, taking her own wetness and smearing it all around her clit. In a second, his touch went from light and torturous, to firm and ruining.
“That’s it,” he whispered.
They filled her again.
Breaking back and forth. Leaving her empty and writhing, or filling her to the hilt.
“Please…. Please….”
His cock slid between her thighs, as he returned to tracing her clit. Sera couldn’t stop herself from stilling. It was a threat. A promise. She wanted him inside her, but she’d seen the length and girth of him. It would hurt. First time always did, they said.
Her nipples hardened. She wanted to be owned by him. She wanted that pain, that promise, that pleasure….
The thought pushed her over the edge.
Orgasm blew through her like a storm, wild and electric.
And for the first time in her life, it came from someone else’s fingers.
“Hell, you’re so fucking sensitive.” He bit at her shoulder and Sera cried out as the sensation unleashed another cascade of pleasure within her.
One hand curled around her throat, drawing her back into his embrace. Her wings were crushed between them, the thin wire points digging into her thighs. It hurt. It felt like jagged little lightning bolts beneath her skin.
“You’re such a filthy fucking liar,” he whispered in her ear. “An innocent face and a merciless heart. You want this?”
Something hard and brutish found her from behind, and he teased her with the tip of his cock, stroking through her slick folds.
Sera bit her lip. This body came with its own frustrations. She was no longer an angel, no longer wrapped in her Grace; so powerful, and somehow insulating. She could feel everything now. Lust. Desire. Fear. Pain.
But the longing had never changed.
“Yes,” she cried, as he breached her.
Just an inch. Not enough.
But for virgin territory, it was new and dangerous, and driving her mad.
“Lie to me,” he breathed, his fingers firming on her chin and forcing her to arch. “Tell me you love me.”
“I loved you.”
Growling deep in his throat, he locked his other arm around her waist, and then he was drawing her back down, forcing her hips to arch back until his cock was impaling her. Her wings were trapped between his chest and her back. “This is what you get for telling lies.”
Hauling her back, he forced her to sink down, down, until her ass met his thighs. Sera cried out as he filled her to the hilt. Her thighs trembled, the muscles in her groin flexing to take her weight. She could barely breathe. He was huge. Enormous. Filling her from the inside out, and she wasn’t sure if she’d have to cry mercy after all. Pain lit through her like wildfire. Or maybe pleasure. It was a fine line.
One hand pinned her throat, the other slid from her waist, firming around her breast. Fingers found her nipple and pinched, and then she was arching back, moaning again.
It was wrong.
So wrong.
Then that treacherous hand