Chapter 19
SIMONE
Ican’t believe what’s happening. A few minutes ago, I was determined to leave Az behind and get back to what my life was at Abaddon. But now I know I don’t want that anymore—I want him.
Az is between my legs, I’m still shaking from the orgasm he gave me, and I’m pretty sure he’s not stopping before he takes me today.
I should have been scared, pinned down by a male like that. But there must be something wrong with me, because being pinned down by Az, feeling how hard it makes him—it just turned me on, and I could feel myself soak through my panties before he took them off.
“I hope you’re ready,” he says now, a glint in his eyes that’s somehow both mischievous and seductive. “But even if you’re not…”
With that, he dives back in, his perfectly sculpted lips pressed against my most intimate area, his tongue parting me and savoring me unlike anyone ever has before.
Az always makes me feel like I’m desirable.
Not just a vessel to be used, but as something to be worshipped.
He never made me feel like the end goal is his orgasm.
I’m lying on the hot ground in the middle of Hell, a male of questionable origins is between my legs, pleasuring me even though I just tried to escape his captivity, and I’ve never felt more relaxed during intimacy. I must be more fucked up in the head than I thought.
All thoughts leave me when he pushes one long digit into my pussy, unerringly pressing against my G-spot.
“Az!” I cry out, my thighs trembling around his head.
Az’s brows are scrunched as if in concentration, low growling sounds leaving his throat as he eats me out like a starved man.
A few more swipes of his tongue, and I’m clenching around his finger, coming for the second time in minutes. “Mère de Dieu…”
He kisses the inside of my thigh before crawling up my body and cupping my face in his hands. There’s a reverence in his touch, a gentleness in his gaze underneath all that barely suppressed passion.
“You have no idea how much I wanted this, little fairy,” he breathes against my lips.
I can’t help the shiver that follows his words.
It’s not just the fear of having a man inside me again, it’s not just anticipation.
I’ve had men tell me they want me before.
This is the first time I can believe it.
Holding my gaze, Az lifts my legs and helps me wrap them around him. He reaches between our bodies and releases himself from his slacks.
I can’t tear my eyes from his cock. The head is flushed and damp with pre-cum, making the piercing there glisten. But it’s when he moves his hand to smear the precum down the shaft that I notice something unusual.
I stutter. “Is your… Are those tattoos? On your…”
Az’s grin is all feral confidence as he tugs on his beautiful dick, showing it off. “Do you like it, Simone?”
I stare at Az's cock, mesmerized by the designs etched into his flesh, the dark lines swirling around the shaft.
“Those are... beautiful,” I whisper, unable to tear my gaze away. “I've never seen anything like it.”
Az's lips curve into that devastating, cocky smile. “And you won't again. My cock is the only one you'll be looking at from now on.”
I reach out, hesitant, before tracing a finger along one of the patterns. Az hisses, his cock twitching under my touch.
“Play later, little fairy,” he says, voice strained. “I waited too long to be inside you.”
Before I can respond, he shifts his hips, bringing the head of his cock against my entrance. The silver barbell piercing through the tip catches on my sensitive flesh as he drags it up and down my folds, collecting my wetness.”
“Oh Dieu,” I gasp, my head falling back against the hot ground. The piercing adds an entirely new sensation, firm and unyielding compared to the silken heat of his flesh.
Az continues to tease me, sliding his length along my slit without entering me. Each pass of his cock sends sparks shooting through my nerve endings.
“Please,” I whimper, my hips rising involuntarily to meet his movements.
“Please, what, little fairy?” Az's voice is rough with desire, even as he seems to maintain his control. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you inside me,” I say, surprising myself with my boldness. With my desires. My breathing grows deeper as he slides the pierced head of his cock against my clit.
Az leans down, capturing my mouth in a searing kiss while continuing his torturous movements. I run my hands over his back, then grab the hem of his shirt and tug upward.
“Off,” I demand against his lips. “I want to see you.”
Az breaks away just long enough to pull his shirt over his head, revealing his sculpted torso. I reach out to touch the hard planes of his chest, tracing the intricate tattoos of skeletal trees and black birds that wrap over his shoulders, marveling at how perfect he is.
He returns to his exquisite torture, dragging his cock through my wetness while his mouth trails down my neck. I'm trembling beneath him, my body coiled tight like a spring ready to snap.
“Az, please,” I beg, digging my fingernails into his shoulders. “I'm so close.”
“I know, little fairy,” he purrs against my ear. “I can feel how ready you are for me.”
When I'm right on the precipice, when one more brush against my clit would send me tumbling over the edge, Az positions himself at my entrance. Our eyes lock as he slowly, inexorably pushes inside.
The stretch is incredible, the sensation somehow both familiar and completely new. His piercing creates a delicious pressure as he slides deeper, filling me to the brink.
“Putain,” I cry out, my back arching off the ground. “Az!”
“That's it,” he growls, fully seated inside me now. “Take all of me.”
He withdraws almost completely before thrusting back in, and that's enough to make me come again.
The orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, more powerful than any I've ever experienced, even more intense than when he pleasured me in the cave.
This is something else entirely, something overwhelming.
My inner walls clench around him, pulsating with each wave of pleasure.
Az groans, his hips stuttering briefly before he regains control. “So beautiful when you come for me,” he murmurs, continuing to move inside me as aftershocks ripple through my body.
When my breathing steadies, Az pulls out and flips me over in one smooth motion. He lifts my hips, positioning me on my hands and knees.
“Is this okay?” he asks, his hand stroking soothingly down my back.
I nod, too overcome to speak. The position used to feel impersonal, dehumanizing, but with Az, it only heightens my arousal. I feel his cock pressing against me again, and then he's sliding back inside, filling me from a new angle that makes me gasp.
“You feel incredible,” Az says, his voice strained as he sets a steady rhythm. His hands grip my hips, guiding my movements to match his.
This position allows him to go deeper, hitting spots inside me I didn't know existed. One of his hands slides around to find my clit, circling it in time with his thrusts.
“I'm… Merde, I'm close again,” I warn, already feeling another orgasm building.
“Fuck, me too,” Az admits, his pace quickening. “Come with me, Simone.”
His words, combined with the relentless pressure of his cock and fingers, send me spiraling into another climax. This time, Az follows me over the edge, his body tensing as he pulses inside me, his hot release bathing my twitching walls.
For a moment, we stay frozen in that position, both of us panting. Then Az carefully pulls out and gathers me into his arms, cradling me against his chest as we slowly catch our breath.
I look up at him, at the sweat glistening on his brow and the pure satisfaction in his green-gray eyes.
Are they… glowing? I can't bring myself to care right now. Because for the first time since he took me from Abaddon, I don’t feel like a captive.
Whatever Az really is, whatever his true intentions are, I feel safe in his arms.