Page 15 of In My Closet

She was close to breaking, though. I could feel it and see it. Just a little more, and she'd be begging me to no end. Her eyes were so blown wide with need that they almost looked black instead of their usual brown, and I could see the fight in her body shed each time I brought her right up to the edge of pleasure just to take it away before such bliss could grace her senses. And with each lift and drop, her words slowly faded to mere moans, groans, gasps, and grunts.

Standing up with a soft sigh, I walked over to her and loomed over her panting body. "Come on, you know what you have to do, my little blessing. Why do you keep torturing yourself?"

Gracie couldn't even muster up a full response, sputtering nonsensical sounds at me while her eyes pleaded desperately with me. If I was a little nicer, I would have given in to her big, doe-like eyes right then and there. Too bad I could be just as stubborn as her. "What do you need, my little pink princess?" Hopefully, some of my words would be enough to get a coherent answer.

"Come. Need. Come. Please." She struggled to pronounce her words clearly through her heavy, whimpering breaths.

Unable to help myself, I smiled deviously down at her as I squatted next to her head and stroked myself inches from her pouty lips. "You need my cum? Or do you need to come?" Okay, now I was just being an asshole to her, but I really couldn't let this opportunity pass.

Now, I expected some kind of frustrated groan or a scowl of some sort with a glare from her, so her answer threw me a bit for a loop. "Both, please." Greedy little thing she was, apparently.

I kinda felt bad when she started to lift her head and craned her neck toward my cock so needily and when she stuck her tongue out as far as it would go for a taste, only to stop less than an inch from me, yeah, that knocked down my hard wall.

"You know what you have to do, cupcake." I mused with a drawn-out sigh.

Clenching her jaw, she shut her eyes tightly for a brief moment before relenting with the next orgasm denial from my shadow hand. "Valphan, please, I can't take it anymore, please! I need to come, please! Please! Please touch me, kiss me, bite me, scratch me, taint my body with your hellish one. I don't care what you do to me. Just please, make me come." I was surprised she got that all out in one breath.

The thought of taking her fully right here and now circled around my mind like a tempting snake on my shoulders, but I forced it away out of respect for my mate. She may be begging me to let her come, make her come, to lay my hands on her, but she also said earlier not to have sex with her. Additionally, she was not of sound mind right now, so I didn't want to take things too far and cross a road we would never be able to come back from.

Letting go of myself, I steadied myself with a hand on the floor as I leaned down closer. Grabbing her face with the other hand, I forced her to extend her neck as far as possible to bring her into a lip-crushing kiss. "Let me take care of you first," I muttered against her lips before kissing my way down her body, snapping her bra off on the way down.

Settling between her legs, I dismissed the shadow hand from her sex, having it rest against her inner thigh instead. The air in her room was thick with her scent, but being inches from her sweet cunt, oh, Lucifer. I didn't think her scent could be more potent, but hellish lord, my mind was becoming drunk off her strong scent as I moved in on her.

Peering up at her, I kept my observant eyes locked on her reactions, wanting to catch every little twist and twitch of her sweet face as she'd watch me feast upon her cunt. The corners of my lips curved into a smirk as my long, thick tongue slithered out of my mouth to lick the full length of her cunt with an eye-rolling moan the instant her sweet nectar bathed my tastebuds.

Fuck. I was hooked.

Sealing my lips around her, I pressed my full tongue against her swollen clit, giving it a languid lick and a soft suck while I dipped the tip of my tongue past her entrance. Her poor body froze under me with her jagged gasp as her hips bucked at me. "Oh, fuck, more, please, more." The sweetness of her pleas made my resolve melt away like ice to a fire, and my painful cock twitched with a need to stuff itself into her warmth.

Growling softly, I wrapped my arms around her thighs to anchor her fully against me before digging into her like a starved demon. With how much I've edged her, it only took a few swipes of my tongue and movements of my head to push her right back to the edge of her orgasm. Now, my twisted side wanted to edge her again, just once, for shit and giggles, but I couldn't do that to her after seeing her doe eyes filled with so much wanton.

So, I took her to Hell.

Her moans picked up in pitch and volume until she screamed full-on with joy. "Oh fuck! Valphan!" Her scream shook my body along with the air in the room, and I wouldn't be surprised if her neighbors heard her.

Instead of easing off once she reached her peak, I pressed on until her eyes turned white from rolling back so far. Then, her head fell back with her spasming body. "Fuckfuckfuckfuck." She sputtered helplessly as her body fell to my mercy.

Like a juicy apple, I sucked and licked at every inch of her, not letting any drop of her juices escape me. As I enjoyed my meal, Gracie surprised me with a very nice mouthful to quench my growing thirst for her. My little mate squealed and sobbed under me as her body shook from the pleasure and overstimulation I brought upon her.

Over and over, I brought her body to a string of endless orgasms through her pleas for me to take it easy on her and give her a break. But no, I wanted her to break from the pleasure. Pleasure I gave her. I wanted to ruin her for everyone else so she'd be forced to turn to me for relief.

I didn't slow to a stop until she was a delirious moaning mess. The makeshift blanket mattress under her was completely soaked from all her squirting and gushing that I—shamefully—failed to lap up by the time I broke my latch from her twitching cunt. Poor thing was so sensitive that she nearly screamed when I pressed a kiss against her overstimulated sex and chuckled softly.

Sitting back on my knees, I stared down at her in awe. Like the finest demoness, and dare I say, an ethereal angel, her stunning body shone under the pale light of the moon streaming through her window from her sheen of sweat. Her petite breasts swelled with every rise of her chest as she panted heavily in her post-orgasmic haze. Then, her sweet face, covered in tears and drool, stretched out in the most blissful smile I've ever seen.

I always found tears amusing and arousing, being a torturer in the endless frozen tundra of Hell. Bringing people to tears by inflicting pain and other kinds of suffering was as easy and natural as breathing. Yet, never before have I brought someone to tears through orgasms, mainly because I never had the inkling need for it. Now, though, after seeing Gracie's beautiful face stained with her tears of bliss, I may have found a new addiction.

Leaning over my lovely mate, I moved my head to meet her blown eyes, causing them to twitch as she struggled to focus on me. "You look so fucking lovely right now." If only I could capture this moment to keep forever.

Cupping her face with a blissful smile of my own, I stroked her cheek with my thumb as I looked at her tenderly. "I've never loved tears so much until seeing them stain your plush cheeks, my little blessing."

With a smile, I leaned down and kissed her deeply, engaging in a deep and heated make-out session with her for a few moments.

"I am going to make you cry every morning and night from pleasure."

Chapter 11

Gracie

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