Page 77 of Beyond the Temptation: Vol 2

It was like he knew exactly how to make her come on her knees without even touching her, and he was fucking determined to edge her like this.

He knew just how stubborn she was, and he was punishing her for it.

The glimmer in those white-hot eyes told her it could be so fucking good if she just let herself go, if she released some of that pleasure she was desperately holding onto – that he could make it so fucking good she’d be crying all over again but for a completely different reason.

A look of understanding crossed his face then and he gently pulled her off his throbbing cock. He held her in place with her hair as he reached down with his other hand and tore what remained of her tights from her body.

Soraya tried to pull away, but his grip was just too tight. She damn near ripped her own hair out before he pushed two fingers inside her.

Effortlessly.

They slid right in, like they’d been made to fit there, filling her up just enough her entire body pulsed – warning her she was about to come whether she wanted to or not.

Her lips parted in shock when he pulled out just before she could and licked her slickness from his fingers with long, slow strokes of his tongue to show her exactly what it could do.

“You taste like the sweetest fruit,” he told her, that deep voice so soft and warm it felt like a caress. “Maybe I should eat you right up. Take a bite right out of your flesh.”

Whether he actually wanted to eat her or not…she had no idea. Soraya couldn’t tell from his tone or expression whether he meant eat her out or literally feast upon her flesh. It was disturbing how much she didn’t care which, not when that dangerous expression promised it would feel exquisite either way.

“Don’t look at me like that, like you want me to.” Asmodeus wrapped his massive hand around her throat and she felt his spit and her slickness soak into her skin when he lifted her up into his lap. “That look really makes me want to eat you right up, little lilim, but perhaps, in a different way.”

She tried to scramble away when he released her hair to grab her thigh, throwing one of her legs over his shoulder.

“Show me more. I want to see your face,” he growled as he pulled her pussy closer to his mouth. “Show me.”

Holy shit, had he lost his fucking mind?

Kicking at him didn’t work. He just caught her foot and used it to pull her off balance, both her legs over his shoulders now. Asmodeus grabbed her ass with both hands, bringing her toward his mouth like he really planned to feast on her the same way she’d just done to him.

Sweet hell, this fucker was strong.

Her knee managed to make contact with his face before he could slide his tongue against her and she covered his mouth with both hands, eyes wide as she stared at him in disbelief.

“What, you think if I lick and suck this sloppy pussy that you’ll lose control?” His words were muffled against her hand, but his warm breath made her shiver. “Maybe you’d finally beg me for all those unspeakable things you’ve been thinking about.”

Could he really see what she wanted? Did his sin give him some kind of incubus power she didn’t know about?

The white fire in his eyes died down just a little as he held her gaze, waiting for…something. Soraya had no idea what.

For some reason, the idea of him tasting her like this terrified her and she tried to figure out why.

Was it the look in his eyes, or was it something else?

Soraya had never let anyone other than the most submissive human feast on her pussy, and yet Asmodeus had her all the way up in his face, holding her like it was nothing. If he let go of her ass, she’d fall – that was how weak her body was from how much energy it was taking to hold back.

If she let him put his mouth on her, she’d come so fucking hard she’d lose everything she’d taken from him.

Was that the point?

“Afraid?” he asked, licking the palm of her hand with that wicked tongue and making her shudder.

Soraya didn’t dare look away from him when she nodded, her heart pounding so hard it might just break her ribs all over again. “Terrified actually.”

“Why?”

Another lick and she gasped, feeling her whole damn pussy clench at the sensation.

What the fuck was she supposed to say to him? There was nothing that would explain her psychosis without him figuring out what had happened to her, and she wasn’t ready for that conversation.

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