Chapter 21
CHAPTER
TWENTY-ONE
Samiel
Idumped her, not gently, onto the bed, and every cell in my body burned for more.
Annie sprawled on the sheets, eyes wild and blue as lightning, hair a tangle of platinum and black against my dark sheets.
Her lips parted, swollen from our kisses, as she smirked at me like she hadn't just come undone on my tongue minutes ago.
"Get on your hands and knees," I growled, voice thick with need. She moved instantly, the curve of her ass rising in the air, back dipping into a perfect arch that made my cock throb painfully. A thin sheen of sweat made her skin glisten in the half-light, every muscle quivering with anticipation.
I tore off my remaining clothes, the fabric a forgotten whisper on the floor.
Gripping her hips hard enough to bruise, I lifted her until only her fingertips touched the mattress and dragged my length against her slick heat—teasing her entrance but not pushing in, savoring how wet she was for me.
She tried to press back, to take me inside, but I held her firmly in place.
"Stop fucking around and put it in," she demanded, voice breaking with desperation. I laughed darkly against her ear and brought my palm down on the curve of her ass, watching the flesh redden instantly beneath my hand.
The sound she made—half pain, half pleasure—sent electricity straight to my groin. I grabbed her chin, turning her face so I could see her eyes, pupils blown wide with desire.
"Say please," I commanded, brushing my thumb across her lower lip.
She bit the pad of my thumb, then whispered, “Please.” The word dripped like honey.
I positioned myself and thrust forward in one brutal stroke, burying myself to the hilt.
Her body seized around me, so tight I nearly lost control.
She collapsed forward with a strangled cry, face pressed into the sheets as I established a merciless rhythm.
Each time I drove into her, she clenched around me, her body greedily pulling me deeper.
When I slowed to prolong the torture, she looked back over her shoulder, hair clinging to her flushed cheeks, eyes glazed with pleasure. "More," she begged, voice raw. "Harder.”
My body screamed for more. I flipped Annie so she sprawled on the sheets, eyes wild and blue as lightning, and she had the nerve to smirk at me like she hadn’t just begged for mercy five minutes ago.
“You want to be used?” I gritted. “You want to be ruined?”
She nodded so fast her hair stuck to her lips. “Fucking ruin me, Sam.”
I wanted all of her. All of it. So I hauled her up to her knees and reached around, pulling her hair back so her throat arched.
Then I let the tip of my tail flick up between her legs, teasing her clit while I still pounded into her from behind.
The moment she felt it, her whole body tensed, and the whimper that escaped her lips was pure need.
“You like that?” I taunted, and ran the pointed tip around her entrance, circling, then snapping it against her with a pop.
She jerked and tried to twist away, but I pinned her, cock never leaving her cunt as I toyed with her with my tail.
I trailed it higher, flicking, dragging it up and then down, until it pressed hard against her ass.
Annie froze, then relaxed so I let the tail press in, just a little, just enough that the thick tip breached her rim and she hissed through her teeth.
“You want that?” I said, and her moan answered for her.
I worked it deeper, inch by inch, and the noises she made—wet, frantic, almost embarrassed—drove me wild.
I let her feel the full girth of my cock as I twisted the tail, slow and patient, working it in and out until she started to shake, thighs clamped taut, hands fisting in the sheets like she was hanging on for dear life.
I’d always wanted to try this but seeing her take it—seeing her whole body shudder and collapse under the dual stretch—sent a shiver up my own spine.
I wanted it for her, but I also wanted it for me.
The obscene, greedy part of me wanted to leave her so fucked out she’d never look at another man, human or demon, and even thinking about it made the base of my cock throb in anticipation.
She moaned, desperate now, voice hoarse, “Holy fuck, Samiel, don’t stop.” Her words were mush, little more than gasps, and every time I pumped my hips, burying myself deeper, her cunt spasmed around me like it had learned my rhythm by heart.
I licked down her spine, left a hot trail over the dip of her back, and bit her shoulder—enough to leave impressions, not enough to break skin.
With one arm, I pulled her upright, chest mashed to my own as I impaled her on both cock and tail.
The motion sent a fresh wash of wetness over my thighs, and I realized she was close, closer than ever before.
I fucked her harder, bracing my hand across her shoulder blades, teasing her with the tail and using the last shreds of my control to not come first.
“Good girl,” I said, a pulse of pride in my voice, and she writhed in my arms, every muscle working to meet me. “You’re taking it so well. Look at you—made to be fucked like this.”
She tried to talk but all that came out was a series of sobs and a whimpering, “I can’t—” and then she broke.
She shattered. The orgasm hit her so hard I felt it in my own bones, a clamping, rippling vise that milked my cock and squeezed the tail so tight the plates of my spine almost spasmed.
Her whole body seized, then went limp, a dead-weight collapse that would have dropped her to the mattress if I wasn’t holding her up.
I let her fall this time, watched her shake and claw into the sheets as I kept up the rhythm, not letting her come down, not even for a second.
She screamed. Not a word, not a plea, just a raw animal sound, and the pulse of her cunt around me was enough to bring me over the edge.
I felt the knot at the base flare, let it lock into her, and came so hard I thought I was going to black out.
The world narrowed to the point of our bodies joined, the feverish grip of her around me, the evidence of my own need dripping out as I filled her past the point of leaking.
She was still shaking, sweat and tears streaking her face, but she arched her back and took every last thrust and twitch of my cock.