Chapter 23 #2
“Isabelle,” he moans my name like a blessing—or a curse. Then he finally runs his tongue along my seam, giving me exactly what I’ve been craving. His tongue is hot, a little scratchy, but that only adds to the pleasure. He parts my folds, taking in a deep breath.
“So fucking wet, Kitten. And all for me.” He laughs, but there’s no denying it. I’m so fucking turned on. My body is primed for the taking. He drags his tongue through my folds before reaching my clit. The next swipe of his tongue has my back arching off the bed.
My heart beats a mile a minute as he dips his head, capturing my clit.
A strangled gasp leaves my lips, and fireworks burst behind my eyes.
Every nerve on my body feels extra-sensitive, and I’m wound up so tightly, I can’t ever remember wanting to find release so bad.
Is this from the wine? Or is this my own attraction to the demon between my legs?
One thing is for certain: he has me under his spell.
His hand snakes between my legs, thumb replacing his tongue as he rubs small circles on my clit, eating me out in earnest. I whimper, gripping his horns tightly. “Fuck!” My hips buck up, grinding my pussy into his face. Oziel accepts it, letting me ride his face in a frenzy.
My moans only get louder, more desperate.
Oziel is in control of my pleasure, and he knows it.
The bastard smirks, looking all too smug about his power over me.
When his thumb presses down on my clit, and his tongue spears me, I come undone.
White-hot pleasure burns through me as my orgasm rips through my body with a ferocity I don’t expect.
I come all over Oziel’s tongue and face, but the demon king doesn’t seem to mind.
He drinks me up like his own nectar, not stopping until he works me through my orgasm.
This should have quenched the fire raging inside me, but instead, it struck a spark, igniting me even more.
Desperation surges through me as I summon every ounce of strength I have, driving my legs against Oziel’s chest. He staggers backward.
Not from my force, but from sheer surprise.
If he wanted to, he could overpower me effortlessly. But right now, I don’t want restraint.
A raw, primal hunger takes hold of me, and I bare my teeth in a growl. “More.”
Oziel doesn’t speak. He doesn’t need to. The desire in his gaze is answer enough. Dark shadows gather around my wrists. Like an invisible rope, they wrap around me, pulling me back on the bed. My arms lift above my head, anchoring me in place. I try to move them, but they are glued in place.
“What the fuck?” I scream, heat rushing to my core. “What is this?”
“Submission, Kitten. This is submission.”
“Submission, my ass. I’ll—” But I don’t get to finish my sentence. Something wraps around my mouth, cutting off my ability to speak. My body flushes with a mixture of anger and desire. I hate that I fucking like this. I don’t want to like this. But not even I can deny how hot this is.
Like a snake, Oziel slithers toward me. His body climbs over mine, kicking my legs apart until I’m completely exposed to him.
My nipples harden into painful points, but Oziel doesn’t miss a beat.
He ducks his head and takes one of the sensitive nubs into his mouth.
I cry out as his hand comes up to tease my other nipple.
His heavy cock rests against my belly, so close to where I need it, but not close enough.
Oziel pulls back from my nipple, my arousal from earlier still shining on his lips. His dark gaze drinks me in, and despite the show he’s putting on, I know he’s barely holding it together. I don’t want a carefully guarded Oziel. I want him to unleash on me. To consume me from the inside out.
Oziel didn’t tie my legs, so I wrap them around his hips, my heels digging into his sculpted ass.
His eyes flash, and the last bit of his restraint crumbles away.
His lips are on me again, pressing punishing kisses to my neck.
An embarrassingly loud moan leaves my lips before he bites down, easing the pain with his tongue. It’s too fucking much.
The next second, he drives his cock inside of me.
I scream out, moans muffled by the invisible gag.
My pussy stretches around him, desperately trying to get used to his size.
He’s like no man I’ve ever had in my bed, and I’ve cycled through a lot of men.
Probably because Oziel’s not a man at all.
Something much more sinister. His darkness calls to mine.
Oziel doesn’t treat me like a glass doll.
He doesn’t fear he’ll hurt me, because he knows I can take it.
He starts to thrust inside me. In and out.
In and out. It’s hard. Fast. I can’t catch my breath, but I think that’s the point.
The low moans from Oziel are fucking erotic, making me squeeze his cock harder.
“Lucifer Rising, Kitten. So fucking sinful,” he says like a compliment. Watching the demon king come undone for me, even as he claims I’m the one submitting to him, is power. I find I quite like having this sort of power over Oziel.
Every muscle in Oziel’s body flexes, and he roars my name.
His orgasm overtakes him, and his hot cum pours into me.
It was the last thing I needed, seeing Oziel break, to find my second orgasm.
It rips through my body, more intense than my first one.
The gag disappears, so my shouts of pleasure echo around us until the only noise is our heavy breathing and my rapid heartbeat.
“You bastard,” I pant, no real malice behind my voice. Give me an orgasm, and suddenly I feel much better. Who knew?
Without warning, the bindings around my wrists vanish, leaving behind the ghost of their pressure.
A rush of relief floods my arms, the ache from their confinement slowly fading.
My legs slip from around Oziel’s waist, falling on either side of him.
The demon king towers over me, his crimson eyes dark with something unreadable, sending a shiver down my spine.
His gaze traps me in place, a predator assessing his prey.
He leans in, closing the space between us until his face is mere inches from mine.
The heat radiating from his body is nearly suffocating, his presence overwhelming.
My breath stutters, and my chest tightens under the weight of the moment.
The sharp scent of smoke and something darker, something dangerously alluring, fills my lungs.
I bite my lower lip, anticipation curling in my stomach like a coiled snake, bracing myself for whatever words will spill from his lips.
“This changes nothing,” Oziel echoes my words from earlier, delivering them like a dagger to the gut. Those were the same words I said to him before this all started, and I meant them then. I still mean them. But hearing them from Oziel leaves me with an unexplainable ache in my chest.
He meets my lips once more, softer than the other kisses, but still just as dominating. When he pulls away, I feel his absence. “Enjoy the rest of your day, Miss Sinclair.” Those are the last words Oziel says to me before he leaves our bed.
His shadows cloud him, and when they disperse, he’s clothed again. He doesn’t so much as look back as he storms out of the room, leaving as quickly as the lust overtook us.
A strange, hollow sensation settles in my chest. Something eerily close to disappointment. I tear my gaze away from the door Oziel just disappeared through, as if looking any longer might somehow pull him back. The room feels emptier in his absence, the air still carrying the faint scent of him.
That’s when my eyes catch on the small table beside me.
Two glasses of wine sit upon it, the deep red liquid reflecting the dim light.
My own glass is already halfway empty, the rich, velvety taste still lingering on my tongue.
That would certainly explain the almost desperate hunger I felt for him and the heat in my veins, pulling me recklessly toward the demon king.
But when my gaze drifts to his glass, a flicker of confusion snakes through me. It remains completely untouched, the surface undisturbed, as if he never once considered drinking it. A slow realization creeps in, sending a chill down my spine.
Was this deliberate? Did he simply humor me, watching as I drank, letting the wine loosen my inhibitions while he remained perfectly in control? The thought unsettles me, a shiver dancing over my skin as I stare at the untouched glass, wondering why he didn’t drink his wine.