Page 28 of Stolen By the Reaper

My back hit the mattress. Azrael released my nipple with a soft pop, leaving it tingling and sensitive.

He loomed over me, his lips curved into a mischievous grin. “Maybe you’ll enjoy this more.”

He trailed his fingertips up my thighs, igniting every nerve. I gasped and writhed, desperately needing him to touch me. To end the sweet torment.

Instead, his fingers stopped at the hem of my panties and slowly traced the delicate lace. I moaned in frustration and tried to push my hips against him, but he held me still with his other hand.

“Patience, little dove,” he purred. “Let’s see how wet you are.”

I shuddered as his fingers slipped past the fabric, his nails scraping over my inner thigh. My core throbbed as he dragged the back of his knuckles up the seam of my pussy, the barely there touch unbearable.

“Perfect,” he purred, his eyes hungrily raking over my body.

He hooked his fingers into the waistband and pulled my panties down my legs. His hands slid over my skin, pushing my thighs apart.

“And I’m about to get the best fucking view in the underworld.”

He knelt between my parted thighs, and I nearly came undone. His breath was hot against my slick folds, his eyes bright with hunger.

“You have the most gorgeous cunt I’ve ever seen,” he growled, his thumbs parting my lips.

He licked his lips, as though anticipating a delicious meal. I wanted to beg, to demand he take me now. But the words died in my throat as he dipped his head, his tongue swiping over my opening.

I moaned, my head falling back as he explored every inch of my pussy. My hips bucked, wanting more, but he kept me pinned with his hands. My fingers twisted into the sheets, searching for something to anchor myself as his tongue pushed inside me.

Pleasure built within me, every flick and thrust bringing me closer to the edge. I was powerless against him, completely at his mercy as he feasted on my sex.

Finally, when I thought I might burst, he pulled away. I whimpered in protest, still craving release. My body was on fire, my nipples aching and tight, my core clenching with desire.

But my disappointment vanished when his clothes disappeared in a burst of shadows. His cock sprang free, hard and heavy. He wrapped a hand around it, lazily pumping himself as his eyes roamed over me.

“Makes me so fucking hard knowing you want my cock, Josephine.” A bead glistened at the tip. His hand moved faster. “How badly do you want me to fuck you? How bad do you want to feel me inside you, stretching you, filling you up?”

“So why don’t you?” I taunted, lifting my hips in invitation.

He chuckled, dark and sexy, his hand still leisurely stroking his shaft. “Because I’m not finished enjoying you yet.”

Before I could respond, his mouth was on me again, his tongue swirling and flicking. Pleasure rippled through me, coiling tightly in my center. I moaned, the sound long and wanton, as the orgasm broke. My entire body trembled as it swept over me, wave after wave of bliss.

Azrael’s lips closed around my clit, sending me into another wave of ecstasy. I cried out, my fingers tangling in his hair as I rode the wave of pleasure. My back arched, my toes curled, and my vision blurred. I was lost in the haze of his mouth and his fingers on my body.

Then his body was covering mine, the tip of his cock at my entrance. He growled, the sound low and feral, and thrust his cock into me in a single, mind-breaking stroke.

I dug my nails into his shoulder, struggling to breathe. He stretched me, filled me, consumed me.

And fuck, it felt incredible.

I rocked my hips against him, urging him to move. He buried his face in my neck, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive flesh.

“Is this what you want?” he asked, voice ragged with desire. He rolled his hips, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my veins. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

I moaned and lifted my hips in answer, pleading for more. He obliged, pulling almost all the way out and plunging back in, hard and deep.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he grunted. “So tight and wet for me.”

He started to move, setting a steady rhythm. Each thrust sent sparks of pleasure through my body. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.

“Yes,” I moaned. “Just like that.”

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