Page 13 of Raising Hell

Another quiet, scoffing snort leaves him. “You can’t even compliment my body without lying, Cas.”

Fueled by the sudden need to prove just how wrong he is, I climb onto all fours and crawl towards him, our eyes locking in a moment of intense connection.

“I want to trace every inch of your body with my tongue… map it with my mouth until I know each contour by heart.” My voice is husky as my cock thickens in a rush, and my shoulders shiver as the blood rushes to its destination. “Uncover what’s under those clothes and watch your every reaction to my touch. Taste your arousal as I suck your cock into my mouth and fuck you until you fall apart in my arms, calling out for me and begging for more.”

I’m hovering over him now, face to face, my cock positively aching with need. “I want to be consumed, Rory. Drown my senses until there’s nothing left but you.”

“Oh,” he finally whispers, and I can’t suppress the grin that slides across my face.

“Now that these unwarranted insecurities are out of the way, what do you say?” His eyes slam into mine as I nuzzle my nose against his. “Shall I help you forget him?”

His voice is breathy as he stutters, “I… we… can’t…”

“We can,” I whisper, nudging my lips against his and savoring his delightful moan that slips loose. “We can do whatever we want.” I back up just far enough to look into his eyes. “So, tell me… what do you want?”

There’s only a whimper as our lips brush again, a delicious sound that gets trapped inside his throat—thick as honey and just as sweet. It’s all I need. My mouth collides with his, relishing his sudden intake of breath as his hands scrambleto find purchase on my shoulders. He’s cautious at first, then relaxes as his lips move against mine with more intention.

Our kiss continues, unbroken, as I slide up the bed to lie beside him, my leg draping over his hips. His soft thigh is heaven as my hips push forward and my aching cock slides against it. I grind with a deliberate slowness, creating friction that steals my breath.

More… I need more.

A deep, guttural sound escapes my throat as my tongue explores the seam of his lips, growing louder when he opens and meets it with his. My hand feathers over his silky skin, caressing his jawline and brushing over his neck with a touch so delicate, it’s nothing more than a ghost that he chases.

His reaction is immediate when I reach his chest—a gasp into my mouth, followed by the arc of his body against mine. It’s needy, an instinct he can’t control, yet there is a tension in him, as if he fights against it.

Such a futile battle.

My fingers tease his nipple through the thin material of his shirt, and I’m rewarded with another of those delicious whimpers. “Like that, do you?” I murmur into our kiss as I pinch harder, and his nod is frantic against me. As I pull away, a wicked smile spreads across my face, and I take a moment to admire his kiss-swollen mouth before my lips trace the same path my fingers have already forged.

I suckle on the soft skin of his neck, surrounded by his rainwater scent as my teeth scrape over the crook of his shoulder. He pulls me closer, fingertips digging into my shoulders. “Cas,” he whimpers as I move lower, my tongue dancing across his shirt and soaking it as I draw his nipple between my lips.

My hand slides over his abdomen and further, cupping his cock through his thin pants. Running my palm along hislength, I discover a damp spot in the fabric. “Mmm,” I hum against his skin as I scrape my teeth on his nipple, “you are impatient for me, aren’t you, my sweet Rory?”

“Oh, this is so bad,” he whispers as I continue to drag my hand up and down his shaft, rubbing so slowly he arches into me for more. “But… fuck, so good.”

A deep, thick chuckle rumbles in my throat as I wrap my fingers around him through his pants, sweeping in faster strokes as his cock leaps in my grip. “So good, huh? You like that?”

His hair tousles against the pillow as he nods, and I slide my fingers lower, tracing the seam of his balls before reaching the sensitive skin of his taint. The moans that crawl from his throat make my hair stand on end, and his hips rise off the bed, grinding against my touch. Those ridiculous pants are obscenely tented, his cock pushing against the thin fabric.

God, he’s fucking hungry.

Unable to resist, my hips surge forward and rock against his leg, the friction overwhelming me to the point where my eyes roll back in ecstasy.

One of his hands claws at my head and wraps around my horn, and the touch causes a pleasure so intense I call out in surprise. Instead of a gradual build, my need for release hits me like a cannon blast. Every nerve in my body ignites, my cock tensing and balls tight, and god, it fuckingaches. Glorious agony rushes me, and I need to let go more than I need oxygen—more than I need the blood pumping through my veins.

“Horns…” He hesitates, and my eyes slide up to meet his. “Sensitive.”

“Does it hurt?” His tongue flicks between his lips and his eyes shift to where the horns poke through my hair, his hand frozen.

The slight twitch of his fingers is all it takes for me to let out a deep moan, my hips thrusting forward and my cockstraining under the touch. A heavy throb in my core spreads a warm dampness between us, a pool of pre-cum soaking his pants as it leaks from my tip. “No, fuck, no. Nothing’s ever felt this good,” I groan as my dick tenses again, another rush of arousal jetting out.

He runs a finger along my horn as my hips flex, then strokes up to the very tip and back down as a thousand fireworks explode underneath my skin.

There’s no more time for playful banter or slow seduction, not when he’s shoved me to the edge of delirium. He’s stripped away everything except my most primal needs, reducing me to a state of pure instinct.

There’s nothing else, nothing but this,him, and I need more.

I need everything.

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