Chapter 21 Suriel
She’s gorgeous, belongs on my lap, just like this. Every delicate curve, her big, wild eyes, those lush lips. She’s been begging for my attention and I want to give it to her. If she wants rough, kinky, punishing sex, I’ll give it to her in fucking spades.
No!
I need to let go of her, need to tell her to go away again. I know who bit me and … And I could bite Charlie, mark her as mine, brand her as mine, so the Devil can never steal her. I fell for her. Lost my wings for her.
Why should I deny myself when she wants to be taken in every way I can offer?
So, what if it damns me?
Having her right now is better than anything Heaven has to offer, even if God is watching. I’m past questioning my feelings, my wants, or her resolute, threadbare strength that constantly impresses me.
“Charlie,” I growl darkly. “Move or-”
“I need to wrap this, Suriel. So, um, stay still – as still as you can. I’m sorry. I know it hurts.”
“It does,” I pant. “But you can fix it.”
I’m so hard.
I can feel how hot she is.
Thinking of watching her touching herself in bed while goading me. Her grinding against me and trying to guide me between her legs.
How many times did she run?
I’ll spank her ten times for each.
I rip the sleeve off her sweatshirt, ruining the stitching, so one perfect breast is revealed. I groan at the sight as I hand her the piece, struggling to hold onto my resolve. When I see faint bruises of someone else’s teeth on her skin, the need to cover them with my own nearly condemns me.
They’re from the man that tried to fuck her on top of me.
He doesn’t deserve space on her body.
Fuck, I need to be inside her.
“Suriel, seriously. Your shoulder. An entire angel is ruined!” she murmurs as she works the sleeve around my wound, so focused on healing me.
It makes me crave her more.
Makes me want to ruin that composure.
She tightens something around my arm and I hiss softly, then lift my hips, grinding my erection against her.
“The tattoo doesn’t matter,” I answer. “Just a memory.”
“A good one?”
“Make a better one,” I demand, tearing the front of her sweater, exposing her almost entirely to me as the other sleeve falls down her shoulder.
Her perfect tits.
So round, begging to be licked, sucked, slapped.
“Whoa, Suriel. I have to finish this and you-” her sentence cuts off on a surprised moan.
Cupping her breasts, I bury my face between them, nibbling her warm, perfect skin.
Maybe just a taste.
A little bit.
Just enough to satisfy the need boiling in my blood. “So perfect.”
“Okay, um. So, you’re … What happens when a person’s bitten by a hellhound?” Charlie asks, panting as she finishes tying the sleeve around my shoulder.
“Depends on the hound,” I growl. “Their venom is … toxic. Bacteria infect the soul and the body. Depending on the sin … That’s what the person feels.” I part my lips and lick across her skin, moving closer to her nipple.
Why bother resisting?
She belongs under me, owned by me because she chooses it. I want to hear her beg to cum, not beg to be released. She belongs here. I’ll adore her, protect her, make her comfortable, make her cum.
I bite next to her nipple and savor the breathy whimper that leaves her throat. After sucking hard, I pop free and exhale. “Necrotic. Necrotic to everything. Fuck talking.”
“Necrotic – Suriel, we have to – ooh,” she trails off on another moan as my mouth wraps around her nipple.
It hardens against my tongue as I flick and swirl. I flatten my tongue and lap slowly. I slurp and suck, my hands sliding down her body and gripping her tight ass as she arches against my mouth.
She feels just right against me.
Pulling her up a bit, I rip the rest of her sweatshirt, offended that it’s keeping her from me. I palm her bare ass, pulling her closer. Her hair wraps around my head, bathing me in her scent, her softness, her pleasure.
I’m going to take it all.
Ruin her for anyone else.
She’s meant to be with me, to be mine, willingly, loudly, perfectly mine.
“Angel, we should … We have to wait, we … Your arm, if it’s necrotic … You need something to stop the infection and …” She tries to say as my mouth keeps wandering over her breasts and I squeeze her ass between light swats, preparing her for what she should expect.
“I need you, Charlie,” I say after I pop off her breast and lick the other. She trembles and grips my good shoulder. Her other hand tangles in my hair. I pant, then nibble up her throat to her chin. Our lips nearly brush as I whisper, “Just you.”
I lick across her bottom lip and she groans softly. “I think you were bitten by lust.”
“I’d rather be bitten by you … in some places,” I snarl against her mouth. Her breath and mine mix. “I’ll let you touch, stroke, even taste my halo.”
“But you said sex …” she trails off. “Oh, fuck it. Consider it our last request.”
Her lips brand themselves on mine. I dig my nails into her ass, pulling her closer as she licks across my tongue.
Her hips roll on mine, grinding against me exactly like she needs, even when I bite her bottom lip until she whines.
She’s soaked; her pussy hot and demanding.
I need her. A taste of her corruption will settle my soul.
Just one taste … maybe another …
She curls her tongue with mine and sucks, dragging a groan from my throat.
I want it all.
Everything she offers.
A taste could never be enough.
I feast on her mouth, kissing her so hungrily, I don’t bother to come up for air.
Charlie whimpers and digs her nails into my scalp as she keeps devouring me. Her free hand strokes down my chest and she swirls her finger around my belly button. She draws back and I spank her hard for it. She whimpers and I bite her throat, punishingly.
“I didn’t give you permission to stop,” I warn.
“You don’t need to breathe, but I do,” she moans.
I go back to her breasts. Her back arches and she lifts herself up to push my boxers down. “Suriel! I … I told you. Meant to fuck.”
“Consider it …” I groan and lick between her breasts. “Thrusting the Holy Spirit into you.”
“Oh … Maybe I could believe in God,” Charlie rasps.
I follow her gaze down to my cock. Her fingers slowly trace from the head down to the base. My halo glints and pulses, drawing another groan from me. When she circles it, the gold brightens and it squeezes, making my balls clench. I bite her collarbone hungrily.
“So big … thick … oh, angel,” she moans while continuing to stroke me. “You’ve been holding out.”
“Not anymore, but you’ll see why I did,” I say darkly. I want her under me, on top of me, in front of me, wrapped around me in any and every way. I stroke up her bare back, feel her shoulders.
She should have wings.
She’s divine.
“I’ll show you the depths of corruption when restraints are removed from an angel,” I pant.
“Restraints could be fun,” she rasps. “And … Suriel, if you keep-” she lets a soft whimper escape as I hold her breasts together and lick from nipple to nipple on repeat. “Fuck, your shoulder needs to relax, so just let me …”
She grabs the tattered remains of her sweatshirt, then wraps them around my wrists. She binds my wrists tightly and pushes me back, holding my wrists over my chest. “Stay like that.”
“You don’t give-” My sentence dissolves as her mouth works down my abdomen.
“You’re mine to command,” she says. When she peeks up at me, I find mischief in her eyes right along the need that keeps echoing between us. “I’m going to lick your halo … I think it’s the perfect size to wrap my lips around.”
I groan and nod. “Prove you can do more than tease.”
“It’s my turn to serve, angel. You’ll have yours soon enough,” she promises.
She licks up my shaft and swirls her tongue around the head of my cock. She tortures me with the same licks and determined sucks that I layered across her breasts until my hips buck and I thrust into her mouth. Wet, perfect heat envelops my cock.
A low, throaty moan echoes in my chest.
She’s too good at this.
Every sure lick, each hungry suck, the way she bobs up and down, steadily drooling over my cock and soaking it … fuck, I can’t think when she keeps blowing me like it’s the last time she’ll get to.
I lift my shoulders to watch her.
I don’t care about my injury.
Watching her turn her head slightly as she continues sinking lower and lower on my cock, her lips spreading, her cheeks hollowing as she tries to swallow every inch, is enough to make a man turn against God entirely.
Her ass sways back and forth, begging to be grabbed and squeezed.
Her soft breasts rub against the inside of my thighs, occasionally pressing against my balls until she sinks all the way down, her lips brushing my halo.
Pleasure burns through me while my halo pulses.
When her teeth skim me and her throat squeezes around the head of my cock, my eyes roll back and I finish down her throat.
Charlie’s watery eyes flick up to me as she takes her time slowly dragging off me.
Her tongue works along my shaft. She swallows with my cock still in her mouth.
She swirls her tongue gently, then presses it into the hole at the tip of my cock.
My whole body vibrates with ecstasy as I give her another spurt of cum.
She moans softly and draws back, eyeing my cock, then slowly letting her gaze wander over my body. She licks her bottom lip. “Suriel … I want more.”
“That’s exactly what you’re going to get,” I promise as I rip through the restraints she put on me.
Her eyes widen as I flip her without problem. She whimpers and gasps. “I thought you wanted to serve me!”
“I’m going to give you everything you asked for, everything you deserve,” I say in a dark voice I don’t recognize. “Punish you for running, make sure that you know exactly what you’ve made me feel with your constant fucking teasing.”
She lets out a desperate moan, but I pull out my rosary beads and wrap them around her throat. Her eyes bulge before I even tighten them around her swan-like neck.
“Angel-”
I squeeze the rosary around her throat and she gapes at me.
With my other hand, I grab her thigh and pull her into the position I want, with her ass up in the air, against my chest, her thighs splayed open as she balances on her shoulders watching me.
Then I bury my face between her legs and devour her.
I nip at her pussy lips, refuse to slow down even when she begs me to be gentle.
I only tighten the rosary around her neck harder.
Right when she’s on the edge of an orgasm, I stop and exhale over her soaked pussy.
She tastes so fucking good, so sweet, like she’s the dessert I’m not supposed to have.
“Let … me … cum,” she begs.
I grin.
Oh, Charlie is going to learn what divine punishment is.