Page 18 of Stolen By the Reaper

Finally, I collapsed against the throne, my breathing ragged and my skin slick with sweat. My heart pounded in my ears, my pulse roaring as I drifted back to earth.

“Fucking exquisite,” Azrael growled, his hands still gripping my thighs. “I want to take you in every way imaginable. I want to make you scream my name as you come on my cock, over and over again.”

The words sent a fresh wave of arousal coursing through me. I forced my eyes open, meeting the molten gaze of the reaper between my legs. He stared up at me like I was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, like he was a starving man and I was the only sustenance he would ever crave.

Like I was a queen.

Like I held the power.

I nudged him back, and he complied without hesitation. I stood, my legs trembling as I lowered myself to straddle his lap. His fingers trailed up my spine, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

I leaned into him, my body molding to his, seeking more of that electric touch. I wanted it everywhere. On my skin. In my blood. Consuming me until there was only him and the fire.

Azrael’s thumb brushed the curve of my bottom lip, sending shivers down my spine. “You don’t know what you do to me,” he whispered.

But I knew. I felt the same inferno raging inside me, devouring my doubts and fears. The fire burned away my inhibitions, leaving only desire in its wake. I wanted to be consumed. I wanted to feel the heat of his body against mine. I wanted to know what it was like to fall apart in his arms.

I raised my hips and settled over him, the thick head of his cock poised at my entrance. His eyes burned into me as I slowly sank onto him, the stretch and fullness driving the air from my lungs.

“Fuck,” he hissed, his fingers digging into my hips and urging me on. “That’s it, Josephine. Take all of my cock.”

I rested my forehead against his, my hands clutching his broad shoulders as I adjusted to his size. Slowly, I began to move, rolling my hips and savoring the feel of his cock sliding in and out of me. Azrael’s hands roamed over my body, gripping and stroking, igniting every nerve ending.

He kissed me again, his tongue plunging into my mouth as his cock drove into me. I rode him harder and faster, my body responding to his touch like a tinder to a flame. Our skin grew slick with sweat, the room filled with the sounds of our panting breaths and moans.

“That’s it, my queen.” He bent his head and licked one nipple, then sucked the other between his lips before releasing me with a groan. “Ride me until you’re spent.”

I was drunk on the pleasure, my hips moving of their own volition as I sought release. He reached between us, his fingers finding my clit and circling it with perfect pressure. My body clenched around him, my second climax fast approaching.

The reaper’s expression darkened with possessive hunger as his fingers dug into my flesh. He rocked his hips, thrustingdeeper and harder than ever before. My breath caught in my throat, my eyes locking with his. I couldn’t look away, even as the pleasure crested and swept me away.

“Come for me,” he demanded, his voice rough with the strain of his own pleasure. “Come for me, and we’ll remake this realm as you see fit.”

I threw my head back, a moan tearing from my throat as the waves of pleasure crashed over me. The green flames of his eyes flared huge, and he followed me a moment later, his own cry echoing off the stone walls as he emptied himself inside me.

I slumped forward, resting my head on his shoulder and enjoying the feel of his skin against mine. His fingers trailed up and down my spine, the touch soothing and exhilarating all at once. I sighed, my muscles relaxing and my body going limp.

The room blurred around us, the cool rush of shadows settling over my skin. Then warmth. Absolutely exquisite warmth.

He’d returned us to the pool of bathing chamber, deep enough for the water to lap at our chests.

“I think I’ll fuck you here next, Josephine.” Azrael’s whisper tickled my ear. “I’ll let you wash and relax, but I won’t be able to stop from grabbing this ass or tasting those perky tits. I’m going to work you boneless with my fingers, and fuck you against the ledge.”

I shuddered, my body instantly responding to his filthy words. I shifted in his arms, then bit back a groan at the friction. “And after that?”

“On your knees, in our bed. That mouth. That tight cunt.” A dark chuckle vibrated against my skin. “Or maybe we’ll try out the throne again.”

“Insatiable.” The word was more a gasp than a taunt, especially when he rolled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

He caught my chin and brought my eyes to his. The flames had subsided to a low glow, banked by the satisfied expression on his face. He dipped his head, and I tasted myself on his lips, a mix of salty and sweet.

“Every imaginable way,” he repeated in that deliciously deep voice. He broke into a wicked grin. “There are so many options for how I can defile you.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

AZRAEL

Josephine’s breath quickened, and I fought a smile. Her cheeks flushed, turning her into an angel of innocence and desire... right before she fell.

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