Chapter 30
Isabelle
The next moment, my back hits the wall, knocking the breath out of me.
Pain shoots down my spine from the force of it, but I barely register it because Oziel’s lips are on mine.
He’s claiming me from the inside out, searing his presence into my body, as if every minute not kissing me is torturous for him.
A low hum from the shower heads above is the only warning before warm water douses us, heating my body to an almost uncomfortable level.
Oziel wraps my hair around his hand, tugging me back.
The pull is the perfect amount of pain and pleasure I crave, and the bastard knows it.
How this demon knows what my body needs after such a short amount of time, I’ll never know.
It was as if he was made for my pleasure and I his.
“I thought I lost you.” His voice is gruff and not entirely his own. He’s far more demon than he is man, still not in control of his body. If I were a smart woman, I’d do anything in my power to push him away. But my fucking horny body can’t stand the thought of leaving him right now.
“You didn’t lose me, Oziel. I’m right here.
” My hand reaches up to caress his cheek, and the other one moves to stroke his horn.
A lustful sigh leaves his lips, eyes closing as he leans into my touch.
This is dangerous territory. We both know how this is going to end.
With me leaving him once my role here is done. It’s what I want…
Wanted?
Fuck, I don’t know anymore. I can’t make decisions when my heart and brain are at odds with each other. I don’t need to decide now, but I do need this demon more than I need the air in my lungs.
We move as one, being pulled together by strong, invisible magnets.
Oziel’s hands reach around to grab the back of my thighs and lift me up.
My legs wrap around him, supported by the tiled wall behind me.
Both of his hands come to rest on my ass, and mine slide up to grab his horns.
Oziel hisses a curse, bucking up against me, his hard cock teasing me relentlessly.
“You scared me, Kitten,” he hisses, lifting my ass higher as he positions me over his cock. My pussy is so wet for him, desperate to be filled. I’m a wanton woman, trying to shimmy out of his grasp to sink down on his cock, but his hold is too strong. Fucking demons. “That wasn’t very kind of you.”
My instinct is to yell, reminding him I was only doing what we planned.
It wasn’t my fault the damn Nephilim got out.
Just as I open my mouth to tell him off, he drops me down on his cock, filling me up in one fell swoop.
I scream at the sudden intrusion, gripping his horns like life support. “Oh fuck!”
I’ve had good dick and pussy before, but Oziel is different. Everything about him exudes sex, made from every wet dream and dark fantasy. It could be my imagination, but his cock feels as if it’s buzzing inside me, sending waves of pleasure through my body.
“Now you get to make it up to me, naughty girl,” he purrs.
“I didn’t fucking do anything,” I hiss, my voice sounding too breathy to be convincing. Damn him and his cock.
Oziel bucks once, making my eyes roll back in my head.
“You did, though. You came into my fucking kingdom and wormed your way under my skin. Every waking breath, I think of you. You are the first person I think of when I wake up and the last I see when I fall asleep. You plague my mind like a sickness. You, Isabelle, are responsible for this desire burning inside me.”
For once in my life, I’m stunned speechless.
What do you even say when the king of demons professes his burning desire for you?
The need isn’t one-sided, clearly. My body craves him on a level that’s honestly frightening.
But I don’t have the words to tell him any of this.
My thoughts are fragmented and broken. How can I tell him how I’m feeling when I don’t even understand it myself?
So I take the coward’s way out of it.
I kiss him. Maybe my lips can say what my words cannot. Words I’m too scared to admit, even to myself. Oziel doesn’t protest. He kisses me back just as fiercely, tongue sweeping out to part my lips. When I open for him, he dominates my mouth, drinking me like a fine wine.
I can’t stay still. My hips begin to move, pussy squeezing his throbbing cock. Then my husband begins to fuck me in earnest. It’s like a switch goes off within him. One moment he’s barely containing himself, and the next, he unleashes upon me. His hips snap up, and my body jerks in response.
“Oziel!” His name is the only word I know. He guides me up and down on his cock, pulling nearly all the way out of me, to the point my pussy is weeping and begging for more, before thrusting all the way to the hilt. He hits deep inside of me, mounting my pleasure quickly.
I ride his cock with wild abandon, body arching toward him. His hands squeeze my ass, one moving close to my back hole. I shudder as his finger rims me. Oziel breaks the kiss to lean forward and take a nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking. Damn this man and his sinful tongue.
“Oziel…”
“What, Kitten?” he hums, tongue lapping at my hard nub.
“Don’t stop…please, don’t stop.”
“Wasn’t planning on it.” If anything, Oziel’s thrusting grows more rapid and frenzied. He abuses my pussy in the best way possible, and all I can do is take it. My body heats; my eyes close. Fireworks burst across my lids, and I scream out for him again.
My orgasm hits me hard, coursing through my entire body. Every nerve sense is heightened. Oziel lets out a strangled grunt and comes deep inside of me. It’s just another way for him to claim me, but I’m not mad at it.
“I’m not done with you, Wife,” Oziel says, hunger still gleaming in his eyes. Despite him fucking me like an animal against the wall, he barely looks satiated. Are all demons like this? If so, mating a demon has an amazing perk.
Oziel pulls out of me, his release dripping down my thighs. It’s messy and crude, but so fucking hot. “You’re going to let me lick that pretty little pussy clean, aren’t you, Kitten?”
Fuck yes I am. All I can do is nod, but Oziel isn’t satisfied with that. “Tell me you want it.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “I want it.”
“You want what?”
“You’re such a dick,” I hiss, and because I’m pretty sure my vagina would revolt and walk out on me if I deny him, I say, “I want you to lick my pussy.”
There. Dick.
The smirk Oziel gives me is wolfish, pure masculine energy.
He sets me back down on the floor. I sway on my feet, but he doesn’t let me go.
In fact, he reaches for one of my legs and lifts it up on a raised bench.
He then turns my hips slightly until I’m completely bared to him.
Then, the demon king sinks to his knees.
“Mine.” The word is murmured, soft like a promise.
But that’s the only thing soft about Oziel.
In the next moment, his tongue licks me from my ass to my clit.
My body jolts when he takes my clit into his mouth, sucking on the bundle of nerves.
Desperately, I reach out, resting one hand against the wall to keep me up.
My other snakes down, landing on his horn to keep him in place.
A soft chuckle vibrates my kiss. This smug bastard knows exactly how much he’s affecting me. His name leaves my lips, whispered in reverence, “Oziel.”
He spreads my folds with his fingers, and his tongue laps at me. My cheeks flush because he’s truly lapping up the mess he made in me. It’s so erotic, I can’t help but move one hand to my chest, squeezing my tit and plucking my nipple between my thumb and pointer finger.
Already, I can feel my pleasure growing, my orgasm close to the surface.
Another perk about demons is they definitely make you finish quickly.
I’m a needy woman, riding my husband’s face, desperate for another release.
It’s almost enough to make me forget about everything that happened tonight.
We’re going to have to talk about it eventually, but that can wait.
All it takes is another swipe of his tongue along my clit for my legs to buckle and vision to go fuzzy. My orgasm is even stronger than before as Oziel works me through it. He doesn’t stop until I’m blissed out, barely able to keep myself upright.
And for just a moment, I imagine a life with Oziel. What it could be like. What we could achieve together. In that moment, I realize just how deep into his web he’s spun me. Now I fear there might not be an escape for me.
But I’m not certain I mind.