Hevan
Each thrust of his thick cock inside me has me moaning wantonly. The power behind his movements leaves me no choice but to comply, and I delight in it.
My murmurs of “No” have become an aphrodisiac to us both, and the way in which Azrael’s eyes flare has me becoming his to control.
“Azrael, stop,” I rasp out, and he stills above me.
He stares down at me, his lips parted, his twisted features softening.
The hold he has on my throat loosens, and I shake my head. “I didn’t mean stop. I said it because I was enjoying myself.” I chew on my bottom lip, a little embarrassed at my outburst.
He chokes on thin air and scans my face.
Then he licks his bottom lip, and the panic dissipates from his handsome face in seconds.
“You want me to force you?” He pushes his cock deeper than ever before.
“You want me to make you take my thick cock, hmm?” He slams inside me so hard the bindings bite into my skin, then his hand tightens around my throat again, making it difficult for me to breathe.
“You’re my little toy to punish.” Thrust. “You’re never leaving me!” His movements become unsteady, and my pussy clenches and my clit throbs, then when his fingers press into my throat, I explode.
“Never!” He roars into the room as stars dance before my eyes, each bright light colliding with the other, creating a beautiful sensation of floating freely above myself.
With one final pump of his cock, his warmth floods me.
Our worlds have collided, and I’ve never felt so free.