Chapter 10 Holly
HOLLY
Ashiver ran through me at Abaddon’s words, and I tried to speak. I’ve no idea what I was trying to say, though. All I managed was a whimper and a nod.
Abaddon smiled, a hungry, dangerous expression. Lowering himself over me, he brought his gorgeous lips to mine, his body pushing me down onto the sofa as he kissed me.
It was glorious, passionate, electric. The kiss I hadn’t admitted I’d ached for, overshadowing everything I’d ever felt with a human. Pressing my body up against him, I felt the heat radiating from him, hot enough to burn but somehow safe for my touch.
He had my right hand pinned, but my left was free, so I reached up and slid it into his hair, pulling him to me.
He chuckled into the kiss, sending rumbling vibrations through my body, which made me gasp and arch against him.
Through his boxers and my jeans, I felt his hard cock like a rod of steel. A big rod, big enough to scare me.
I shouldn’t do this. The rest of me shushed the sensible voice. She might be right, but I didn’t care. Abaddon was a demon, okay, so what?
I wanted him. I needed him.
And he had me.
His mouth left mine, and he kissed his way along my jaw until he reached my ear.
His free right hand slid down my side, caressing me through my t-shirt.
And his wicked tail coiled around me, slipping under the waist of my jeans and into my panties.
The broad, spade-like tip slid between my soaking folds, setting off a fireworks display in my soul.
Razor-sharp teeth nipped at my earlobe, and then he whispered. “Such an eager little mortal, aren’t you?”
I couldn’t argue that, and wouldn’t have if I could. Legs spread wide, I gasped for air as he teased me, his cock growing even harder and larger. His lips and teeth moved down to my neck, nibbling and kissing and licking, each movement making me squirm and moan under him.
“I asked you a question,” he reminded me as he reached my collarbone.
“Yes.” I breathed the word, and don’t know how Abaddon caught it. Somehow, he did.
“You are beautiful, and sexy, and I need you, little mortal. You are mine.”
At the last word, the tip of his tail vibrated, pressing between my folds and pulling a sudden shriek from me. He held me in place, his clawed fingers gripping my hip, and his tail thrummed against me, teasing and tormenting.
Should we even be doing this? He’s hurt, he couldn’t stand a couple of minutes ago. I kept the question to myself, because the answer was definitely no, we shouldn’t. And I didn’t want him to stop.
A moment later, he pushed himself up and off me. Had he read my mind? Or come to the same, frustrating conclusion?
“Undress.”
So that’s a no, then.
Abaddon’s voice was firm, low, and dangerous. The thought of disobedience never crossed my mind. Even before I decided, my hands were moving, pulling up my t-shirt and throwing it away. I kicked off my boots, undid my jeans, and slid them down along with my panties.
And blushed bright as what I was doing caught up with me. A demon says strip, and I’m naked in ten seconds? What the hell, Holly?
Whatever hell Abaddon came from, apparently.
I ached for him, my core empty and needing him, and from the way he watched me, I knew he felt the same.
The fire in his gaze burned brighter as he looked at my naked body, and I’d never felt so seen.
Being the sole focus of a demon’s attention was intimidating, like I was the only thing in the universe that mattered.
He drank in the sight of me, and tingling heat spread through me from my core.
Between his legs, his cock stood hard and proud and inhuman.
It was big, too big surely? The length of my forearm, and about as thick.
Ridges ran around it, making it even thicker, and the head flared out wide.
All along its length I saw patterns of raised bumps and I wanted, more than anything, to find out what they felt like.
But Abaddon had something else in mind, and it wasn’t up for discussion. His tail looped around my ankle and pulled, dragging me into position at the sofa’s edge. Taking my other ankle in his hand, he parted my legs and kissed his way down the inside of my thighs, alternating between them.
With a loud moan, I threw back my head and forgot about everything but Abaddon’s devilish touch. His lips, his tongue, his teeth, slowly teased their way down to me. His hands and tail, holding my legs wide, held me helpless in the most delicious way imaginable.
Eyes blazing with hellfire, he gazed up at me.
Abaddon slowed as he came closer and closer to my achingly empty core. Teased me, kept me guessing about what he’d do, where he’d kiss or bite next. Shaking with need and desperate for his touch, I tried to urge him on, grabbing hold of his horns and guiding him.
The dark chuckle he gave as his mouth reached my pussy made me shudder.
The touch of his tongue was worse, and he had to hold me down as he slowly, deliberately, masterfully licked me.
Parted my folds to circle my clit. Let me feel the touch of his forked tongue, flicking and across me as I squirmed and wordlessly begged for more.
My first climax snuck up on me, lighting me up like a firework display in my nervous system. I screamed with ecstasy, thrashing in his grip, but he never faltered. Never released me. Never stopped kissing and licking and teasing me.
The second hit me almost before I’d recovered from the first, as his tail joined his mouth. The sensation was incredibly, unbelievably, mind-blowingly good, and if Abaddon’s grip had been any weaker, I’d have thrown myself off the coach in my spasms.
After that, I lost count. I only know that, by the time he stopped, I was a weak, trembling mess. Abaddon’s eyes glowed down at me, the flames blue-white, and a smile played at his lips. His cock brushed against me, positioned against my folds.
“Do you want more, little one?” he asked, voice raw and low like thunder. All I could manage in response was a shaky nod. Words were too much to ask.
Thank fuck Abaddon didn’t need them. He thrust, burying his alien cock deep in me, and I felt each ridge as it went in.
Even after the series of orgasms he’d given me, he felt unbelievably wonderful inside me.
Stretching me, pushing me down against the sofa’s cushions, he moved with slow, powerful precision.
His lips returned to my neck, and as he pulled back, he kissed his way down to my breasts.
When he reached my nipples, hard and sensitive, he sucked each into his mouth in turn, his snakelike tongue darting across them. And he thrust again, harder, faster, and deeper than his first.
My body shook as he fucked me hard, and I shouted up at the ceiling. I didn’t care; there was no one to hear us, no reason to keep quiet.
Hooking my legs around his waist, I urged him on, pulling him deeper. He obliged gladly, and I felt him swelling inside me. He’d already been bigger than I thought I could take, and now he was growing?
I didn’t care, I couldn’t care. All I wanted was him, Abaddon, and I wanted him as hard as he would get.
His body slammed into mine harder and harder, sending waves of pure pleasure through me and sweeping away all my thoughts.
He roared over me, a roar of triumph and joy, and together we came like an explosion. Like nothing I’d ever experienced.
The world dissolved, and we fell gladly into the blinding light of ecstasy.