Chapter 39
SIMONE
It's been a few weeks since Leander was born, and I'm starting to get frustrated with the lack of sensual attention I'm getting from Az.
He's been a wonderful father—constantly holding our son, talking to him in soft tones full of love, changing diapers without complaint.
But every time I so much as brush against him, he treats me like I'm made of glass. As if I’ll shatter if he does more than just hold me in bed.
I'm long healed. Between my Cambion ancestry, the power Az gave me through our soul bargain, and the angelic healing I received when giving birth, my body feels better than it did before pregnancy. But Az won't budge, too afraid to hurt me.
So I devise a plan. If he won’t touch me of his own volition, I’ll force his hand.
After putting Leander down for his afternoon nap, I slip into the dressing room and change into something I designed specifically for this moment.
The lingerie is midnight blue silk that matches his wings, with intricate lace panels that conceal nothing.
The bra pushes my breasts together, creating cleavage that borders on obscene.
The matching panties are little more than scraps of silk held together by ribbons.
I check my reflection once more, satisfied with the way the silk brushes my skin, then make my way back to the salon where Az is waiting.
He's sprawled on the sofa, reading a book on medieval interrogation devices, his long legs stretched out in front of him. When I enter the room, his eyes lift from the pages and widen at the sight of me.
The book slips from his fingers, clattering to the floor.
“Fuck,” he breathes, his gaze traveling over every inch of exposed skin. “Simone, what are you—”
“You've been avoiding me,” I interrupt, moving closer. His eyes darken as I approach, tracking the sway of my hips. “Treating me like I might break.”
“You just gave birth,” he says, though his voice is rougher than usual. “You need time to heal.”
“I'm healed.” I straddle his lap before he can protest further, settling my weight against the growing hardness under the thin barrier of his pants. “Completely. One hundred percent.”
His hands come up to my waist automatically, then freeze as if he's remembered he's not supposed to touch me. The internal war playing out on his face would be amusing if I weren't so damn desperate for his touch.
“Little fairy—”
I silence him with my mouth, pouring weeks of pent-up frustration into the kiss. His resolve lasts exactly three seconds before he's kissing me back, his hands tightening on my waist.
When I pull back, his pupils are dilated, his breathing harsh.
“I've missed you,” I whisper against his lips. “Missed this.”
“I've missed you too,” he admits. “But—”
“No buts.” I roll my hips against him, and he hisses. “Make love to me, Az. Now.”
Finally, I break through his restraint. His hands slide up to cup my face, and he kisses me like a drowning man looking for air. I melt against him, at last getting what I've been craving.
“Are you sure?” he asks when we break apart.
“Oui.” I nip at his lower lip. “Very sure.”
He needs no further encouragement. His hands trace my body like he's reacquainting himself with every curve. When his thumb brushes over my nipple through the silk, I gasp.
“So responsive,” he murmurs appreciatively. “My beautiful little fairy.”
I work at the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine. When I finally push the fabric aside, I press my palms flat against his chest, marveling at the familiar warmth and strength.
“I want to taste you,” I tell him, already sliding down his body.
“Simone—”
“Please.” I look up at him through my lashes as I settle between his legs. “I want to remind you how good we are together.”
He groans, his head falling back against the couch as I unbuckle his belt. When I free his tattooed cock, it's already hard and leaking at the tip, the piercing gleaming in the light of the sconces.
I take him into my mouth without preamble, hollowing my cheeks as I work him with lips and tongue. His hands tangle in my hair, not pushing me down onto his length, just holding me.
“Fuck,” he gasps. “I forgot how incredible your mouth feels.”
I hum around him, and the vibration makes him twitch. I work him slowly, thoroughly, until he's trembling beneath me.
“Enough,” he growls, pulling me up. “I need to be inside you.”
“Yes,” I breathe.
He flips our positions, laying me back against the cushions. His hands make quick work of my panties, tearing the delicate silk in his haste.
“I'll buy you more,” he says unapologetically.
“I don't care.” I pull him down for another kiss. “Just love me, Az.”
He positions himself at my entrance, his eyes locked on mine. “Always,” he vows, then pushes inside with one smooth thrust.
We both groan at the sensation. He feels perfect, filling me completely, the piercing adding such delicious friction.
“Move,” I plead. “Please, Az.”
He sets a slow, smooth rhythm that has me clinging to his shoulders. Every thrust sends pleasure spiraling through me, building toward an orgasm that might just kill me.
“I love you,” he whispers against my ear. “So fucking much.”
“Show me,” I gasp back.
He shifts slightly, changing the angle, and suddenly, he's hitting that perfect spot inside me with every stroke. I cry out, my back arching.
“There?” he asks smugly.
“Oui. Right there. Don't stop.”
He doesn't. He drives into me relentlessly, his thumb finding my clit and circling in time with his thrusts. The dual stimulation quickly becomes too much.
“Az,” I warn, feeling my climax approaching.
“Come for me, little fairy. Let me feel you.”
His words push me over the edge. I shatter around him, my inner walls clenching as waves of pleasure crash through me. He follows immediately, burying his face in my neck as he empties himself inside me with a broken moan.
We stay locked together for long moments, both of us breathing hard.
“Better?” he asks eventually, pressing soft kisses to my throat.
“Much.” I run my fingers through his hair. “Though we're not done yet.”
He lifts his head to look at me, eyebrow raised. “Oh?”
I give him a wicked smile. “You said you could come as many times as needed. I’m about to test that theory.”
His answering grin is pure predator, making my insides quiver. “Challenge accepted.”
True to his word, he's already hardening inside me. This time, when he moves, it's with renewed purpose.
“I'm going to fill every hole with my cum before the baby wakes up,” he growls against my ear, and the filthy promise sends heat straight to my core.
He sets a punishing pace this time, pounding into me with an intensity that has me seeing stars. His mouth finds my breast, sucking and nipping at the sensitive flesh while his cock drives me toward another peak.
“Merde,” I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders. “So good, Az. So fucking good.”
“My perfect little fairy,” he pants. “Taking my cock so well. You were made for this, weren't you? Made to be fucked by your archdemon.”
“Yes,” I moan, past the point of embarrassment. “Only you. Always you.”
The confession seems to drive him wild. His thrusts become erratic, desperate, and I feel him swelling inside me.
“Come with me,” he commands. “Now, Simone.”
I obey without question, my climax ripping through me just as he reaches his own. He groans my name like a prayer as he fills me with his release, his body shaking with the force of it.
When we finally come down from our high, he carefully withdraws and helps me sit up. Though he doesn’t seem to be done with me yet.
“Turn around,” he instructs, his voice gravelly with desire.
I obey, positioning myself on all fours on the couch. I hear the distinctive sound of a plastic bottle cap, then feel the cool touch of lubricant between my cheeks. He must have summoned some through the ether.
“Is this okay?” he asks, his finger circling my back entrance.
“Yes,” I breathe. “I want everything you promised.”
He takes his time preparing me, working me open with patient fingers until I'm writhing beneath him. Only when I'm begging does he finally line himself up and push inside.
The stretch is intense, bordering on too much, though not painful. He goes slowly, letting me adjust to his size.
“Breathe, little fairy,” he murmurs, his hand stroking soothingly down my spine. “You're doing so well.”
When he's fully seated, he reaches around to find my clit, rubbing in gentle circles that have me melting beneath him.
“Move,” I plead. “I can take it.”
He starts slowly, building to a steady rhythm that has both of us moaning. The twin sensations of his cock in my ass and his fingers on my clit quickly become overwhelming.
“Come for me,” he demands. “Come with my cock in your ass. Show me how hungry you are for it.”
The filthy words combined with his skillful touch push me over the edge once more. I cry out, my body convulsing as my orgasm crashes through me. This time, it's so powerful that I start squirting, my release soaking the cushions beneath us.
“Fuck,” Az groans as I tighten around him. “That's it, little fairy. Squeeze the cum right out of me.”
He thrusts a few more times before finding his own release, announcing it with a satisfied growl. “I'm filling you up, little fairy. Just like I promised.”
We collapse together afterward, both of us breathing hard. As we catch our breath in each other's arms, I start feeling embarrassed about the wet patch we've left on the furniture.
“Forneus is going to have to clean that,” I mumble against Az's chest.
He chuckles. “He's seen worse stains, believe me.”
I look up at him, satisfied and sated for the first time in weeks, as well as energized from the lust we generated, a sensation that’s still new to me.
But there's one more thing I need.
“Az… I miss having sex with your demonic form,” I confess. “The way you felt inside me when you were transformed...”
His eyes darken, and I can almost see the memories playing out in his head. How he took me in front of his subjects, his horns and wings and tail out, his large body covered in scales.
“Next time, little fairy,” he promises. “When you least expect it, I'll show you the monster.”
The threat sends a delicious shiver through me, and I realize I can hardly wait.