Page 3 of Touched By Death

“Ever since you walked in on Lucifer—”

“Yes,” he confirms, squeezing my soft flesh. “I was jealous.”

“Why?” My soul craves his truth.

“The look on your face when he licked you there… You were so beautiful. I wanted it to be me. I wanted to be the one who made you feel that way.”

My heart flutters in my chest. I like his admittance more than I should. The unselfish thing would be to walk back out instead of risking Amenadiel’s place here in Eden. But ever since he spotted us that day, I have thought about him.

His big, veiny hands.

The curve of his smile.

His big cock.

And I hunger for his touch.

“Lucifer wants us to walk out of Eden,” I whisper.

Dragging his fingers down my belly, he replies, “I know.”

I don’t say anything else because he cups my pussy possessively.

“What do you want?” Amenadiel asks, squeezing.

Every nerve ending in my body is on fire. I band my arm around the back of his neck and push my ass against him. The feel of his hard cock against my lower back makes me heady. I want him to hurt me the way Lucifer hurts me.

“I want you.”

The candle flickers out, like the whisper of reason inside me. This is wrong. I’m with Lucifer. He’s the one who introduced me to pleasure when he touched me for the first time.

“You smell so good,” Amenadiel praises, dragging his nose over the curve on my neck.

I’m torn from my conflicting thoughts, and my knees buckle when he slides two fingers inside me.

“Fuck,” he breathes. “You’re so wet and warm.”

My whimpers are loud in the silence. I’m shaking in his arms while he explores my body with slow, deep thrusts.

“Does it feel good?”

All I can manage is another moan. It feels more than good.

Who invented the word good? It’s so inadequate.

Amenadiel slides his fingers back out and guides me onto the bed, then covers my back with his warm chest. His nose nuzzles my neck, and I can feel him.

I can feel his hard cock slide between my wet folds and drag over my clit. He rolls his hips in time with my pants until I can’t stand it anymore. Until I feel like I might burst into a million fragmented pieces.

Shifting his hips, his dick lined up with my tight hole, he presses forward.

Burning pain has me whimpering as he tears through my hymen with his veiny cock. He’s so big, it steals my breath. I can feel him everywhere. Inside me and on top of me. He palms my hands and entwines our fingers when I crumple the sheet.

Amenadiel is so heavy on top of me.

I love that.

I love it even more when he groans against the crook of my neck.

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