Page 23 of Angel Condemned

Axton

“Call me, Axton.” I fingered her harder and faster. She dug her nails into my upper arms, mewling. Her spicy-sweet scent filled my nostrils and made my dick rock hard. Not diving fully inside her was worse than any torment the Roulex could do to me. “Say my name.”

“Wha—” She writhed, her pussy clutched my fingers so fucking tight.

I gritted my teeth to keep from ripping her clothes off and plunging into her right here and now. The intoxicating combination of her heat and sex was exquisite. For a moment I worry about my calloused hands, so rough compared to her perfect, smooth skin. I raked my teeth across her nipple.

“Faster, harder,” she panted, moving against my hand and I knew she was on the cusp of an orgasm.

I stilled my fingers just outside of her lush sex. “Say my name and I’ll give you release.”

She mewled in answer.

My fingers twitched over her clit and she bucked underneath my hand, again trying to gain release. Feisty. I liked a woman who took what she wanted. Who wasn’t given to breaking down into begging and weeping when something didn’t go her way.

Slowly I pushed my fingers in and out of her, but she pressed her lips together until her eyes squeezed shut. A tremble rolled through her and she hissed out a breath. Her heady, musky scent wafted from her like nectar and I craved her even more. I wanted to see her orgasm. See her skin flush and her eyes darken knowing I was responsible.

“Cum for me,” I demand, increasing the rhythm slightly and adding my thumb to circle her clit.

Her bright eyes snapped open, nearly undoing my resolve not to fuck her completely. Instead of soft and plaint, there was anger and defiance in her blue depths. “Oh, yes.”

I leaned over her and kissed her mouth, never stopping my fingers pumping in and out of her. A spasm contorted her body and she arched up, her muscles locking in place. I pulled away, watching her, fascinated with her pink flush spreading across her chest and her nipples hardening. Her scream came out hoarse and broken.

Her body shuddered underneath mine, then she went limp beneath me. And the female hadn’t said my name when she’d orgasmed. Don’t know why I cared, but I wanted to hear my name when she was climaxing from my touch. Hell, from my cock. And how her body would squeeze my dick.

Fuck! It had been so fucking long since I’d experienced pleasure. Since I'd allowed myself to sink into a female.

She sat up on her elbows with her eyebrow arching, her lips swollen from my kisses. “We going to take care of you now?”

My cock strained against my grungy prison pants. If she touched me, I wouldn’t be able to resist having sex with her. I shouldn’t have done this with her. It was playing with a bomb and hoping I didn’t get blown up.

“I’m fine.” My voice came out harsher than I meant because she jerked like I’d hit her. It was taking all of my strength not to ravish her and to hell with the consequences. My balls tightened so hard I hissed.

She pushed up the same time I moved back and tucked my wings back behind me. Her hands trembled slightly as she yanked her pants up. She crossed her arms glaring at me, but her gaze kept shifting past me to the barred door.

Had the Roulex promised her freedom if she got me to have sex with her?

I raked a hand through my hair, backing away from her with a growl. No wonder she’d been so at ease with us making out and me touching her. Except now no sex meant a punishment for her. I cringed, not wanting her hurt, but I had to think about my people. About how I’d be hurting thousands by giving in.

She cleared her throat, yanking her prison shirt over herself and hiding those gorgeous breasts. “I-I’ve got to go to the bathroom.”

“Did you forget there’s the bucket in the corner?” I pointed with my chin.

“Um…I’m not using that again.”

Was she embarrassed? Now after several days of being locked in with me? “We almost had sex, I tasted you down there, and I don’t think it’s going to bother either of us for you to—”

“Don’t be crude,” she snapped.

So she was freaked out that we hadn’t done what the Roulex told her to do. And here I thought she was innocent. Someone who just held their emotions inside for the benefit of herself and others like my mom always did. I’d been a fucking fool.

I shrugged a shoulder and plopped down against the wall, kicking my feet out. “Why are you so cranky? The Roulex will be ecstatic by your progress with me.”

Her shoulders stiffened and she brushed her hair out of her face. “Are you saying I should be grateful for you making me orgasm?” She laughed, but there was a pain laced in her eyes. “I didn’t ask you to do that. In fact, I was sleeping when I woke to you nearly suffocating me and wrapping your wings around me.”

“You were shivering and whimpering in your sleep.” I frowned. I wasn’t angry with her, I was furious that we were both in this situation. Wanting each other and not able to satisfy ourselves with what we really wanted, having sex. Best if she was mad at me—it would be easier for both of us that way. “Next time I’ll let you suffer. At least it’s quieter than your snoring.”

“Wha—I do not snore.” Her face colored purple.

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