Page 21 of Angel Unchained

The fear in her voice was tangible, so I did as she requested. My cock was still rock hard and aching. Even from this short distance, I could still smell her. Her intoxicating scent that reminded me of the sweet dewberries that only ripened in the morning of the new moon during summertime.

“So how do we get through this?” She wrapped her arms around herself, but that only pushed her breasts up higher.

Everything in me snarled to take her.

The feel of her hands on my cock had been mind-numbing. If I hadn’t stopped her, I’d have already buried myself inside her twice over by now, cuming each time. And she’d be well on her way to becoming pregnant.

As though she could read my mind, she panted, squeezing her thighs together.

“What is it?” I asked in a much gruffer voice than I intended.

“I’m going crazy.” She moaned. “I feel like I’m going to combust if I don’t… if we don’t… have sex. How do I stop this?”

She rolled her hips back and forth, her breaths growing shallow.

The medicine they shot her up with was cruel. If she didn’t get release, it would turn on her. Make her feel like it was ripping her from the inside out. It’s what the bastards had given Celia to force her to mate with them. They’d tried on me as well, but by then, Celia had gone insane and they butchered her before me when we wouldn’t mate with each other or them.

I couldn’t make the same mistake. No idea if Samantha was secretly working with the Roulex or not, but I couldn’t take that chance and watch another female suffer.

Damn them! Damn them all to the ninth level of oblivion.

“There’s something we can do that might help,” my voice is thick and husky.

She looks up at me with such trust that it nearly knocks my feet out from under me. “Anything. Please.”

“Lay down.”

Without hesitation, she laid on her back. I scooted up next to her and trailed a hand down her arm. She leaned into my touch. I skimmed the edge of her skin underneath her prison shirt, her breath hitched.

“I want to touch you,” she whispered as though asking permission.

“Not yet.” I traced up her stomach to just under her breast, tracing the outline with my thumb.

She shivered, arching her back slightly. Then I rolled my thumb over her nipple and it perked up under my touch like it was waiting just for me. I tugged up her shirt and bent my head over her beast, taking the nipple with my tongue.

Her hands grasped my shoulders, squeezing them.

She moaned as I licked and bit, nipping gently on one nipple, then the other. When I rolled my tongue up and around, using my fingers to stimulate the other breast, she whimpered slightly.

Her hips bucked.

I placed my hand over her core, nearly breaking my oath when I felt her wetness through the fabric. She was ready for me and the temptation was nearly too much.

But I could give her satisfaction, even if it wasn’t with my cock.

I rolled her onto her back, then she wiggled out of her pants for me. Her lushness and full hips sent my mouth watering.

“Let me taste you,” I said.

“Wha—no, I haven’t showered in—”

I ducked my head between her legs and swiped my tongue across her folds. She gasped out a cry. I licked her again and again until she was writhing beneath me. She tasted divine. Sweeter than any dewberry I’d ever eaten, and I found I couldn’t get enough of her.

Each flick of my tongue made her mewl with pleasure. I sucked on her while I used my fingers to trace over her nipples. She reached down, grabbing my horns, thrusting herself deeper onto my face. It was marvelous.

Her whole body tensed, but I kept licking and sucking until she screamed, then went limp against me. Her body shuddering from her climax.

At least she wouldn’t be in pain. Couldn’t say the same for myself.

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