Page 17 of Stolen By the Reaper

I met his gaze, saw the inferno there. Felt an answering flame ignite within me. I leaned closer, drawn in by the warmth of his skin and the hypnotic glow of the glyphs.

Azrael’s breath hitched. “Careful, little dove. Your self-control is slipping.”

His voice was like dark honey. It dripped over my senses and fogged my brain, turning it to mush.

His face was mere inches from mine now. Close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his body. Close enough thatI could see every detail of his handsome face—the sharp angle of his cheekbones, the dark shadow of stubble on his jaw.

“No,” I breathed against his lips, “it’s really not.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

JOSEPHINE

With a growl, Azrael crushed his mouth to mine. The kiss was like a lightning strike, igniting my veins and setting my heart racing. His lips were searing hot, the scrape of his stubble a delicious counterpoint to the softness of his tongue. I moaned into his mouth as he deepened the kiss, losing myself in the taste and feel of him.

I ran my fingers down his bare chest, tracing the lines of his glyphs and the ridges of his muscles. They tensed and flexed under my touch, sending a shiver of desire through me. My head spun with the heady combination of power and lust.

Azrael’s hands roamed over my body, cupping my ass and pulling me closer. His rock-hard length pressed against my hip, and I gasped at the sensation. He was enormous, and the thought of feeling him inside me was both terrifying and thrilling.

“Josephine,” he rasped, breaking the kiss for only a moment before claiming my mouth again. His hand tangled in my hair, holding me against him as his tongue explored every inch of my mouth.

I gave myself over to the sensations, letting go of all my inhibitions and doubts. I wanted this, wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anything.

Our hands moved with a frantic urgency, desperate to touch and explore every inch of each other. Another moan escaped my lips as he palmed my breasts through my shirt. I arched into his touch, his thumbs circling my hardened nipples and sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me.

His other hand slid down my back to rest on my hip, guiding me into a slow grind against him. Heat blossomed low in my belly, and my breaths quickened. Even through my jeans, the slide of his cock against my core was maddening, a sweet torture that left me wanting more. My hips moved of their own accord, chasing the pleasure.

Azrael’s free hand tangled in my hair, tilting my head back. “You like that, little dove?” he murmured, his lips trailing down my neck. “You like the feel of my cock against your sweet pussy?”

I could only moan in response, my head falling back to give him better access. His hands worked under my shirt, peeling away the fabric between us. In a moment, I was laid bare before him, my skin flushed and aching with need.

“You smell so fucking good,” he growled, mouth closing around a nipple. “I can’t wait to feel you clenching around my cock.”

I gasped, my eyes fluttering closed as pleasure spiked through me. “Azrael, please,” I begged, my hips stuttering against his. “I need?—”

“I know what you need.” His lips claimed mine in a fierce kiss, his tongue dueling with mine as our passion rose. He broke away, his breath hot against my ear. “But first, I want to taste you.”

Before I could respond, he swept me off my feet and carried me through a swirl of shadows. We appeared on a massive stonethrone, the back carved with intricate glyphs. I sank back against the smooth surface, my heart pounding.

Azrael knelt before me, his eyes blazing with hungry flames. “Relax, little dove. Allow me to pay tribute.”

I bit my lip, my cheeks flushing as he hooked his fingers under the waistband of my jeans. He took his time dragging the denim over my hips and thighs, kissing and biting every inch of my newly exposed skin. I writhed against the cool stone, my need building with every touch.

As my jeans were tossed aside, the reaper caressed my thighs, spreading them wide. I inhaled sharply as he leaned in, his breath ghosting over my sensitive skin. “You are a goddess,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my inner thigh.

His fingers traced the curve of my hip, the soft skin of my inner thigh. I squirmed, the anticipation coiling tighter and tighter in my belly. “Azrael,” I whimpered. “I need you.”

“Patience, my queen.” He chuckled, his fingers sliding infuriatingly close to my hot center. “I am your devoted worshiper. Let me serve you.”

I moaned, my hips arching off the throne as he stroked me. His thumb circled my clit, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me. “Please,” I begged, my hands gripping the stone armrests for support. “More.”

My head fell back as his mouth descended on my throbbing clit, his tongue lashing against me with expert precision. I cried out, my body bowing off the throne as pleasure exploded through me. His grip tightened, pinning me in place as he feasted on me, licking and sucking until I thought I would lose my mind.

The pressure built in my core, winding tighter and tighter with every flick of his tongue. I bucked against him, my fingers tangling in his hair. “Don’t stop,” I panted, my voice ragged. “Oh fuck, please don’t stop.”

He growled against my pussy, the vibration sending shocks through my system. He plunged his tongue inside me, then returned to my clit, his mouth moving furiously against me. My legs trembled as I careened toward the edge, teetering on the brink of oblivion.

And then I shattered, my vision whiting out as my orgasm crashed over me. I screamed, my back arching and my hips grinding against his face. Azrael gripped me tighter, holding me in place as wave after wave of pleasure washed through me. I was drowning in ecstasy, lost in the storm of sensation.

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