Page 54 of All's Hell That Ends Well

“Just the truth.” I placed both hands on her waist and gave her a look laden with intention. “And here’s another—I’m going to bury my face between your legs now and not come up for air until you scream my name.”

I lifted her with ease, slung her over my shoulder, and walked to the bed in two quick strides. There, I draped her on the mattress like laying out a luxurious feast for myself, taking a moment to admire the curves of her body, the way she looked at me with complete trust, her lush lips parted on a sigh. It would take me nothing short of forever to worship her as she deserved.

Running both my hands down her hips and over her thighs, I then pushed her knees apart and dove in.

She uttered a strangled cry as my mouth hit her intimate flesh. I half groaned at her intoxicating scent, at the exquisite taste of her, and my cock jumped in response, painfully hard already. But I’d wait to take my own pleasure until I made her come apart a few times. Denying myself for a while heightened my own arousal and made the eventual climax all the more potent.

Holding her thighs to keep her open, I devoured her like a starving man. I knew her well enough to know she appreciated a full-on oral assault rather than more delicate play, and sure enough, she trembled under my hands, my mouth, her fingers clenching the sheets tightly.

I let my power wash over her like a breath of fire, heat and pressure tap-dancing up to her breasts, circling her nipples. When I used my energy to pinch the hardened nubs, she cried out, and the lust rocketing through her echoed through our bond.

She was close to the edge, her energy a glimmer in the air.

So, naturally, I let up a bit, withdrawing to trail kisses up and down her thighs.

“Azazel,” she ground out.

“That’s neither begging nor screaming, love.” I dipped one finger into her and then slowly spread more of her juices around her already sensitive flesh. “Which means you’re not desperate enough.”

A tendril of her power wrapped around my cock and gripped mehard.

“Fucking hell, Zoe,” I choked out, my thoughts briefly hijacked by the bolt of lust shooting up from her touch.

“I could always finish the job myself.” She glared at me as she slid one hand to her pussy.

I snatched that hand before it made contact and had it pinned next to her head all in the blink of an eye. Kneeling over her and holding the offending hand in place, I sent her a narrow-eyed glower. “Nice try.”

She smirked, and then her lips parted and her eyes half closed as she uttered a soft moan, and I knew without checking that she was using her own power on herself.

I bit back a curse. That devious, contrary streak of hers would be my undoing. For a moment, I was torn between watching her pleasure herself—the thought was hot enough to make me pause—and maintaining control of her.

In the end, I opted for the latter. She was provoking me for a reason, namely to push me into truly subduing her.

So I sent her a dark smile heavy with threat and then flooded her with my power.

She jerked and sucked in a harsh breath, her eyes opening wide. Her energy flickered, quickly overlaid by mine. Before, without the bond, this wouldn’t have been so easy, but with the new connection between us, it was possible for me to make my power overwhelm hers. The open pathway between our souls allowed me to inundate her with my energy to the point where her grasp on her own faltered.

It wasn’t painful. More like a massive, slightly smothering hug from me in energetic form.

I felt the echo of what it was like for her through our bond, knew that she wasn’t panicked, merely startled and flabbergasted.

“How did you do that?” she said with a gasp.

I gave her my smuggest smirk. “I work in mysterious ways.”

She made a sound of frustration, wriggling in my hold, obviously trying to claim control of her power again.

I clucked my tongue and renewed the rush of my energy over hers. “Now that we’ve got that sorted…”

Flipping her around, I restrained her wrists with a portion of my power and then lifted her hips so she was on her knees, her upper body still on the mattress. More of my magic caressed her, moving down her spine, around and up again to circle her nipples, teasing her with sizzling pulses.

Uttering soft sounds of arousal, she yielded to me. I’d never grow tired of this moment when she allowed herself to fall and settled into letting me take control.

One hand on her hip, gripping her hard, I trailed the fingers of my other hand through her slick folds, making her quiver. The spike of her pleasure hit me through the bond, and I hummed in appreciation.

“Are you ready to beg?”

Her energy underneath mine trembled, and she wiggled her hips a little. “Yesss.”

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