Page 28 of All's Hell That Ends Well

And then he took over.

Spearing his fingers into my hair, he grabbed me just so and angled my head to properly kiss me. The touch of his lips against mine was a claim to my heart, my soul, my life. I sighed into his mouth and melted against him, ready to give him all that he asked and more.

His teeth grazed my lower lip, nipping at it, then he soothed the ache with a hot swipe of his tongue. He deepened thekiss, invading my mouth, licking at me, teasing me, until my breathing turned ragged and desire kindled in my blood.

I burned for him.

His power buzzed against my skin, a note of desperate urgency to it. The sound he made echoed with it, too, and I moaned as he slid one hand down to my breast. Not caring about anything but feeling his touch, I arched into his palm.

Still kissing me, he stroked his thumb over my hardened nipple, and a zap of pleasure arrowed down to the apex of my thighs.

Oh, God, I needed this.

Neededhim.

I must have spoken that thought, because he murmured a “Yes” against my neck, his lips trailing hotly down my throat. Brushing the strap of my tank off one shoulder, he pushed the top and my bra down, baring one breast.

And then his mouth was on my nipple, hot and wet, making me cry out in pleasure. My world zeroed in on that touch, that sensation, and I undulated against him, completely lost to lust.

His licks and teasing nips became more aggressive, his movements impatient. I tugged at the tunic he wore, seeking the heat of his skin, needing to feel his body on mine with no barriers between us.

He growled and released his grip to help me, and the next seconds were nothing but heated breaths and the frantic disposal of several layers of clothes. As soon as we were both naked, we crashed together again in an explosion of unbridled want.

It felt like fire ignited everywhere my skin touched his. I pushed against him, pressed as close as I could get, as if my survival depended on leaving as little space as possible between us. We devoured each other with kisses that turned the air around us to boiling.

His hands roamed over my back, down to my waist, over the curve of my ass, and when he lifted me, I slung my legs around his hips, holding on to his shoulders. He walked a few steps and then set me on the table, and before I realized what he intended, he’d already pulled my hips to the edge, nudged me flat on my back, pushed my knees apart, and lowered his mouth to my core.

Pleasure, sweet and sharp and intoxicating, shot through me, wrenching a cry from me as I arched my back.

“Azazel,” I gasped, tangling my fingers in his hair.

A devastating lick up my core, his tongue swirling around my clit. “Say it again,” he murmured against my most intimate flesh, his power pulsing over my thighs in sensually destructive waves.

“Azazel,” I hissed, every nerve stretched with the anticipation of the rush of ecstasy waiting just around the corner.

His satisfied growl vibrated over my sensitized skin, just before he sucked on my clit and pushed two fingers inside me.

Without fail, he hit that point that made me go feral.

I came with a drawn-out moan, pulling hard on his hair, my thighs shaking.

He’d already risen over me by the time my orgasm ebbed, and now he leaned down to seek my mouth in a kiss that let me taste myself on his lips and tongue, wickedly stoking my barely banked desire once more.

He pushed my legs farther apart, and his cock rubbed over my slick flesh, once, twice, coating himself in my juices. When he thrust inside me, my head fell back on the table, and a groan of pure bliss escaped me.

I clutched him to me, my nails digging into his back, and I relished the feel of him. Having him this close, this intimately connected to me…and remembering exactly who he was to me. Who I was to him.

My heart drew tight, a sob of happiness and sorrow all rolled into one wrenching itself free from my throat. We’d lost so muchtime. All these years, we could have been together, but we’d been worlds apart, separated by a twist of fate that had saved my life but torn us asunder.

“No,” Azazel murmured, cupping my cheek, his thundercloud-colored eyes lit by lightning. “None of that. Not here. Not now.” A gentle kiss that caressed my lips, coaxing me to let go. “Just you and me. Together. Nothing else matters. You’re mine.” Another kiss, another claim to my heart. “And I’m yours. That’s all there is.”

“Yes,” I whispered against his mouth, my fingers tracing the lines of his face, of this beautiful male that was mine, all mine.

And then I gave myself over to this moment, enjoying the closeness, the pleasure of feeling him inside me. Our kiss turned heated again, and desire coiled in my core. I clenched my inner muscles around him and rolled my hips to meet his quickening thrusts.

He grabbed my thigh to hold me in place as he pumped into me with just the right amount of force to drive my arousal even higher. The table underneath me scooted over the floor, the air filling with my moans and Azazel’s sounds of pleasure.

Our movements became frantic, greedy, as if neither of us could get enough of each other, of chasing that feeling when both of us collided like this. From deep within me, my power rose to the surface, a new kind of darkness to it, a raw, primal, feral force that made me shake and tremble.

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