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“I’m aware.” I slide his pants down his hips, freeing his thick cock. I love oral sex, both giving and receiving, and there’s been a distinct lack of the former in my life. “Now be a good Daddy and try not to come too fast and ruin my fun.”

CHAPTER 16

AZAZEL

Before this moment, I would have said there’s little Eve could ask of me that I wouldn’t all but kill myself to give her. But this? I stand there, every muscle tense, as she wraps her fist around my cock and, with an impish smile, flicks her tongue over my slit. She’s barely touched me and I’m fighting not to lose it.

I didn’t expect her feelings to change. Why would they? She has every right to hate me, and if I’m going to spend the rest of my life loving her, I know better than to expect something in return.

But today was... nice. Exhausting, yes, but those kinds of visits always are. Dancing with Eve, though? Having moments where it almost felt like we were different people in simpler circumstances? It was better than I dared hope—if I had even thought to hope.

“Daddy.” Eve squeezes my cock, her expression going wicked. “Normally when I’m between your thighs, you’re not focused on anything but me.”

“Sorry, baby girl.” I carefully lace my fingers through her hair. It’s longer than she usually wears it, nearly to her shoulders. “I’m here.”

“You will be.” She doesn’t give me a chance to respond, taking my cock in her mouth and sucking me down as if she never needs to breathe.

We’ve been in this exact position before, but never when in my true form. I should have expected it to be different, but up until this moment, with Eve’s cheeks hollowed and her stroking her tongue along the underside of my length, I hadn’t allowed myself to even imagine it.

She cups my balls, squeezing gently and causing lightning to shoot up my spine. Then her gaze sharpens, and her nails prick my sensitive skin. The command is clear enough: eyes on her.

“Enjoying yourself, baby girl?” I murmur.

Eve hums a little and resumes fucking me with her mouth, slow slides with a hint of teeth. She knows exactly what I like, and she gives it to me with everything she’s got. I’m too big for her to take fully, but that only adds to the experience—especially when she uses her hands to make up the difference.

I want this to last forever.

Unfortunately, my body has other ideas. I can’t stop myself from thrusting into her mouth, just a little. She gags and hums again, shifting her grip to my hips, urging me to move, to do it again.

I curse. “Going to come if you don’t slow down.”

She doesn’t slow down. Of course she doesn’t. I thrust again, meeting her mouth, making her gag and tears trail from her eyes even as she keeps it up. I fight to not fist my hands in her hair, to not do anything to hurt her, even a little, and then I’m orgasming, grinding against her lips and teeth as I come down her throat.

Eve keeps sucking me until I pull her off my cock. “Fuck, baby girl.” My knees feel like they’ve turned to liquid. I manage not to collapse, but only barely, as I sink to kneel in front of her.

She licks her lips, looking particularly pleased with herself. “I missed that. A lot.”

“Me too.” I cup her cheeks, use my thumbs to wipe away her tears, and then kiss her. Tasting myself on her tongue is overwhelming. I want this to mean something. I want her to promise things I have no business asking her to promise.

It takes a few moments to get my strength back, and then I tug Eve to her feet. “Come here.” I pull her shirt off, and she seems to realize what I need, because she doesn’t try to help me. She simply lets me undress her, and I trail kisses across her body as I do.

Part of me wants to take her to bed right here and now, but it’s like she was made for this place, the carefully cultivated greenery thick around us, the cobblestones of the pathway beneath my knees. No wonder the castle brought her to this space specifically. No wonder she’s obviously been spending so much time here.

I lift her easily and set her on the table. “Show me.”

Eve understands immediately what I mean. As I take a step back, she spreads her thighs and skates a hand down her stomach to part her folds. She’s so wet, she’s dripping all over the table. Her color is high, and her smile is impish. “Like what you see, Daddy?”

I go to my knees once more, enjoying the bite of stone against them. “I see a godsdamned mess. Better clean you up.” I part her pussy and drag my tongue up her center. She tastes so good. She always tastes so fucking amazing.

“Oh, fuck.” Eve wraps her hands around my horns, letting her head fall back and eyes close. “I’m never going to get enough of your mouth.” She moans. “Daddy, please.”

I’m out of patience. There’s never enough time. There wasn’t before, when I was pretending to be human and measuring my time with her in hours. There isn’t now, when I continue toconstantly misstep around her. I want forever with this woman, the frenzied fucking and the lazy lovemaking, but I know better than to say as much.

I impatiently push a finger into her, and then two. “Don’t want to hurt you,” I mutter against her pussy.

“Azazel.” She jerks my horns. “If you hurt me, you can kiss me better later.”

I stand and grab her hips to pull her off the table, then spin her around to bend her over it. I stroke a rough hand down her spine. “Spread for me, baby girl.”

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