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I circled her clit, then brushed around her entrance, dipping my fingers inside just a little. “Let’s hear it.”

“Pleaaaase, let me come.” Her nails dug into the sheets. “Please, Azazel.”

I made a rough sound of delight. “I’ll never have enough of your sweet pleas.”

Tilting her hips further so her lower back was arched, I bent down and covered her with my mouth. She jolted and cried out as my tongue delved deep while I used my hand to rub over her clit.

She flew apart with a drawn-out moan, shaking underneath my hands and mouth. Her energy lit up in coruscant explosionsof pleasure, and the overwhelming rush of her climax flowed over to me through the bond.

It took a considerable amount of restraint for me not to spill my load right then under the influence of her orgasm. That would have been embarrassing.

With my own need tightly locked down, I continued to lick at her, now using my power to work her intimate flesh, making sure she felt rubbing pressure and thrilling heat all over her sensitive skin. She shuddered as another climax hit her, and before that one had ebbed, I straightened and aligned my cock to thrust inside her.

She uttered a husky moan when I entered her, her pleasure wrapping around me, pulsing within me, mingling with mine in a tangle of emotions and sensations. The feel of her—tight, hot, wet—made me inhale sharply, my fingers digging harder into her hips.

Driven by my own need that was perilously close to snapping its leash, I moved, drawing in and out at increasing speed and ferocity, relishing the slick slide and the way her inner muscles gripped my cock. My power twisted around her clit, her nipples, and the sounds she made became more desperate.

Laying one hand on her back, I gave her a rough command. “Wings out.”

Her breath shuddering, she obeyed and extended her beautiful black wings, that obsidian splendor I’d never thought I’d see on her when we’d first come together.

Keeping up my hard and fast pace, I bent over her to wrap my hands around the upper arches of her wings, right on the spot that was the most sensitive to touch.

Zoe screamed, and the sharp jolt of pleasure coming from her made my rhythm falter for a second. Tightening my grip, I held her by her wings while I thrust into her, much like I used to fuck her with her hair clenched in my fist.

And it had the same effect, only ramped up by multitudes.

“Azazel!”

Her entire body shook violently as another climax ravaged her, and she kept moaning throughout, her intimate muscles pulsing around my cock. Her wings fluttered with her helpless ecstasy. It was all I could do not to succumb to the flood of pleasure echoing over from her.

Sliding my arm around to her front, I lifted her upper body until her back met my chest, the silken weight of her wings pressed between us. I still pumped in and out of her while moving my hand up to her throat, where I squeezed a little. It made her pussy clench around me.

Grabbing her jaw, I tilted her head to the side, exposing the curve of her neck. My hunger for her a storm of fire in my blood, I leaned down and licked over her racing pulse.

“Yes,” she hissed.

My fangs extended with dull, throbbing pain, which was eclipsed by the rush of pleasure when I bit her, and the lush, heavy taste of her blood flooded my mouth. Zoe trembled, her wings rustling as she snapped them open further, the intense deluge of her euphoria flowing into me.

I brought my wrist up to her mouth, and she grabbed my arm, licking once over my pulse before she bit me. My thrusts became erratic at the force of the exhilaration that slammed into me from how she sucked my blood. I felt every damn pull on my vein down to my painfully hard cock.

The flutter of her pussy around me heralded her orgasm, and I finally let go. Ramming into her with unbridled ferocity, I shuddered as my own climax rolled through me with explosive force. She’d released my wrist, and I held her with one hand on her breast, the other around her throat while we rode out our pleasure.

Eventually, I brought us both down on the mattress, her back still to my chest, her wings still out and sandwiched between us.

We lay there for a long time, the silence one of contentment and peace, while I softly stroked her feathers. The afterglow blanketed us in fuzzy warmth, pinging back and forth along our bond.

My eyes on the sated, soft, pliable form of the woman I loved, I knew one thing for certain. Iwouldhave gone to war against Lucifer himself for her. Nothing in my life had ever made me lose reason like this. She was my madness, my obsession, obliterating all sense of rationality.

When it came to her, my possessiveness knew no bounds.

And on that note…

I twirled a lock of her hair around my finger and quietly said, “I spoke to Naamah.”

CHAPTER 16

Zoe

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