Page 23 of Her Fallen Angel

She moans softly, her body betraying her words. I tease her as I pump in and out of her. "Shouldn't touch you like this?" I add another finger, stretching her, preparing her.

She bites her lip, trying to suppress her moans. "We... we shouldn't," she manages to say, her voice barely a whisper.

I lean in, my breath hot against her ear. "If you want me to stop, beg your gods, little flame. Beg them to stop me."

She swallows hard, her throat working with the effort. But she doesn't beg. Instead, she meets my gaze, her eyes filled with a mix of lust and despair. I can see the struggle within her, the battle between her faith and her desire.

I move my fingers in and out of her, my thumb finding her sensitive nub. She gasps, her hips moving in rhythm with my hand. Her body is responding to me, even as her mind fights it.

"You're so wet, little flame," I murmur, my voice dark with desire. "Is this how you get for someone you should hate?"

She shakes her head, her dark hair swaying with the movement. "I... I don't..."

I increase the pace, my fingers driving into her with force. Her moans fill the temple, echoing off the cold stone walls. She's close, I can feel it. Her body is tensing, her breath coming in quick gasps.

"Beg, Aren," I command, my voice harsh. "Beg someone to help you."

But she doesn't. Instead, she cries out, her body convulsing as she comes on my hand. Her inner walls clamp down on my fingers, her wetness coating my skin. I watch her, my eyes glowing with violet light, as she rides out her pleasure, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.

And as she comes down, her breath slowing, her body relaxing, I lean in, my voice a low whisper. "Your gods didn't stop me, little flame. They can't save you from me."

I slide my fingers out, gripping myself through my pants. Maybe I should resist, but right now, I can't. I fucking need her. The sight of her prostrate before me, vulnerable and exposed, stirs something primal within me.

Deftly, I unlace my pants, pulling my cock out and stroking it. I grip her hips, pulling her back as she gasps but doesn't fight me.

"Clearly, you're partial to my kind of worship," I grunt, positioning myself at her entrance. I hear her soft, whispered prayers, but I’m too consumed by the primal need to care about their meaning.

As I slide in slowly, her body tenses briefly, then yields, accepting me fully. She gasps at the intrusion, her hands gripping the stone for support. Her heat envelops me, driving me to the brink of madness. I grunt again, savoring how incredible she feels.

It takes some work to stretch her tight little cunt, but it feels so godsdamned good. She's perfect. Clearly made for divinity.

And I don't mind taking.

"No more denial, little flame," I murmur, my voice rough with desire. I begin to move, thrusting into her with growing intensity. Each surge forward is a declaration, a claim. Her moans fill the temple, echoing off the cold stone walls, intermingling with her whispered prayers.

She feels incredible, her body tightening around me with every thrust. I can feel her building tension, the way her breath grows ragged, and her body shakes with need. Her prayers falter but resume with desperate fervor, matching the rhythm of our bodies.

"Kai," she gasps, my name on her lips a mixture of desperation and pleasure.

I increase the pace, driving into her with feral intensity. I want to break her in so many ways, and I can feel her coming undone now. I want it all. Want everything she has to give. Her body quivers as she approaches the edge.

Her moans turn into cries, her body convulsing as she reaches her climax. Her inner walls clamp down on me, her wetness coating my length. I hold her tight as she rides out her pleasure, my grip on her hips bruising.

She collapses forward, her breath coming in quick gasps. Her prayers have turned into incoherent whispers, her body trembling with the aftermath. And as she comes down from the high, I lean in, my voice a low whisper. "It doesn't sound like you were praying to your gods that time, Aren."

I yank Aren up, my hand wrapping around her delicate throat as I hold her to me and start thrusting again. Her pulse flutters wildly under my fingertips, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

I bring my lips to her ear, my voice a low growl. "If you want to beg someone, beg me, little flame."

Her body trembles, but she doesn't try to pull away. She knows she's mine, that her fate is sealed. I can feel the heat of her, the scent of her arousal filling the air. She's as drawn to this darkness as I am to her light.

"Beg me for grace before I destroy your sweet pussy," I murmur, my grip tightening slightly. Her breath hitches, her fingers clawing at my arm. "Begmefor more, because I know you want it. I can feel it, Aren. You can't hide from me."

She swallows hard, her throat working against my palm. Her voice is a whisper, barely audible, but it's the sweetest sound I've ever heard. "Please, Kai. Fill me." Her body clamps down on me, and in the sweetest, most desperate voice, she whimpers, "I'm begging you."

Those three words are my undoing. A primal roar escapes my lips as I thrust into her, my control snapping. Her body arches against mine, her cry of pleasure echoing through the temple. I can feel her, all of her, as I claim her completely.

My wings spread wide, casting us in shadow, as I drive into her with all the force of my desire. Her nails dig into my skin, her body holding onto mine as if it's her lifeline. Each thrust is deeper, harder, pushing us both to the edge.

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