Page 100 of All's Hell That Ends Well

And with that, he resumed pulling me along toward his personal quarters.Ourpersonal quarters, from now on.

Just that thought had happiness bubbling in my chest, rivaling the building arousal in my core. Azazel moved with eagerness and determination, his every step confirming his impatience to get me somewhere private.

I couldn’t wait either. It’d been weeks since I’d felt his skin against mine, since I’d tasted him and had him inside me. The more we walked, the more I burned for him. The friction of my pants against my crotch as I moved became a tease, my intimate flesh already sensitive and hot.

Finally, Azazel veered for a set of intricately carved double doors. I’d barely paid attention to our surroundings, though now I noticed the hallway we’d been walking through was of gleaming black marble, decorated with gild-framed paintings of various scenes from mythology and expensive-looking vases and statues from ancient cultures.

Azazel pushed open the double doors with both hands—in such a quintessentially male way that it made me weak in the knees—and then grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. I only had a second of scanning the room before the doors fell shut behind me and Azazel had me pressed against the wall.

With a groan, he buried his face in my neck and inhaled deeply. I shuddered with pleasure, grabbing on to his armor-plated tunic.

“I could get drunk on your scent,” he muttered against my neck, his hot breath tickling me in the most delicious way.

Whatever reply had sat on the tip of my tongue evaporated as he nipped at me. Not a full bite to draw blood, but hard enough to make me gasp. Desire shot down from where he’d bitten me to the apex of my thighs, where my core already pulsed with arousal.

Stepping back, his eyes of molten silver heavy on me, he laid his entire hand around my throat and squeezed. Just strong enough to let me feel his dominance and claim over me.

“Mine,” he said roughly.

My nipples pebbled. Not just from my own lust at the way he was being possessive and bossy, but from what was coming over across the bond from him. Such deep pleasure at having me right here, in his grasp, all for himself.

Releasing me, he trailed a single finger down my throat to the neckline of my shirt, a teasing touch that sparked tingles. Regarding me with burning intensity, he softly said, “Open your pants.”

Holding his gaze, I did as he’d commanded.

His voice was a rough whisper. “Touch yourself.”

A throb of lust in my core. Inhaling on a shudder, I slowly slid my hand into my pants, my gaze still on him. My fingers brushed over my mound, swollen with arousal, then glided lower. A gasp escaped me as I touched my intimate flesh, slick from my juices.

Azazel’s eyes flashed, his power buzzing in the space between us. I could feel his own lust across the bond, yet he didn’t act on it, kept his energy under tight control. A growl in his voice, he said, “Pleasure yourself.”

My breath coming faster, I slid two fingers inside me, rubbing over my clit as I went. My hips moved instinctively against my hand, increasing the pressure and friction.

Watching me with rapt attention, his eyes darting between my face and my hips, Azazel laid his hand against my throatagain. A moan slipped past my lips as he squeezed, the feel of his fingers on my neck making me even wetter.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Bring yourself closer. I want you on the edge.”

“I’m almost there,” I whispered.

He leaned in until his lips grazed mine, his hand still squeezing my neck. “Closer.”

I panted, my arousal now near the painful breaking point. My climax was just a few strokes of my fingers away.

His grasp around my neck became harder. His voice, on the other hand, was a soft caress. “Stop.”

“Azazel,” I gritted out, looking daggers at him.

“Didn’t you want to be a good girl?”

With a keening cry of protest, I paused. My chest heaved from my fast breaths, and my entire body ached from being denied my release.

His smile was unbelievably wicked. “Show me how wet you are.”

My core pulsing, I pulled my hand out and raised it between us. The light of the lamp on the wall glistened on the slickness that coated my fingers, and the musk of my arousal perfumed the air.

With a deep inhale, Azazel leaned forward, holding my gaze, and then closed his mouth over my fingers. When he sucked, it sent a zing of lust straight down between my thighs. He hummed in pleasure and appreciation and squeezed my neck again.

“Mine.” A harsh whisper, a claim, a promise.

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