Page 41 of Her Fallen Angel

"Show me." I push her head down. "Show me how much you want to please me."

Her mouth closes around the head of my cock and she sucks hard before bobbing forward. She works a strong rhythm that has my head falling back, groaning as my cock teases the back of her throat.

She coughs and gags, pulling back slightly, and I rip her off of me. Immediately, she tips her head back, tongue out, and I can't resist. I spit on her again, and then smack the side of her cheek, not enough to hurt her. But her eyes light up. It only makes me more feral.

"You take all of it." I drag the head of my cock along her tongue. "I want you so hoarse that you can't pray anymore. That you show your gods you gave up everything to me. I want you to use that pretty little lips for more than empty words until you are begging me to fill you with my cum-"

I nearly choke when she surges forward, her mouth enveloping my cock, straining against the hold I have on her hair. My cock slams into the back of her throat, but she doesn't pull away this time.

Blood pounds in my ears as Aren's mouth works me over, her lips stretched wide around my cock. I fist her hair tighter, guiding her head as I thrust deeper, hitting the back of her throat. She gags but doesn't pull away, tears streaming down her cheeks as she looks up at me with those deep brown eyes.

"That's it, little flame," I growl, my violet gaze locked onto hers. I smear her tears, spurred on by them. "Take it all. Show me how much you want this."

Her hands grip my thighs, nails digging into the muscle as she takes me deeper. The sight of her, on her knees, lipswrapped around my cock, is intoxicating. I can feel her devotion in every stroke, every choked breath. She's giving herself to me completely, and it's driving me wild.

"You want this darkness?" I demand, hips moving faster, fucking her mouth with abandon. "Prove it. Swallow every inch."

She moans around me, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. Her eyes never leave mine, even as they water from the effort. She's a vision, a dark angel sent to torment me with her submission.

My wings flare out, casting a shadow over us both. The edges are ragged, scarred from battles won and lost, but she doesn't shy away from their broken glory. Instead, she reaches up, her fingers brushing against the sensitive membrane, tracing the scars like they're holy ground.

"Fuck," I hiss, the sensation sending a wave of pleasure crashing over me. My grip on her hair tightens, and I fuck her mouth harder, chasing the high only she can give me. "You're playing with fire, little flame."

Her response is a low hum, a sound of surrender that sets my blood ablaze. I can feel the power surging within me, the magic begging to be unleashed. But I hold back, not wanting to hurt her. Not like this.

"Touch yourself," I command, needing to see her pleasure, to know she's enjoying this as much as I am. "Make yourself come while you choke on my cock."

She obeys without hesitation, one hand slipping between her legs, disappearing beneath the fabric of her dress. Her breath hitches, her body tensing as she begins to stroke herself. The sight is obscene, and I can't look away.

"That's it," I groan, my body coiling tight with need. "Show me how you like it. Show me what makes you burn."

Her eyes flutter closed, her body rocking in time with my thrusts. She's lost in the sensation, her mouth working me overwith eager abandon. I can feel her moans vibrating around my cock, her body trembling as she chases her own release.

"Look at me," I demand, needing to see her eyes, to see the fire burning within. "Look at me while you come."

Her eyes snap open, locking onto mine. There's a wildness in her gaze, a fierce determination that matches my own. She's not just submitting; she's claiming me right back, her darkness meeting mine in a dance as old as time.

And then she's coming, her body convulsing, her mouth clamping down around me. The sight, the sensation, the raw power of her surrender sends me careening over the edge. I come hard, my cock pulsing, filling her mouth with my release. She swallows it all, her eyes never leaving mine, a silent vow passing between us.

As the last waves of pleasure fade, I release her hair, my breath coming in ragged gasps. She pulls back, her lips swollen, her cheeks flushed, and a satisfied smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

I watch as Aren wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, her chest still heaving. My body thrums with satisfaction, yet something darker coils in my gut. The sight of her on her knees, lips swollen from taking my cock, stirs emotions I've spent centuries burying.

"Get up." My voice comes out rougher than intended.

She rises with that infuriating grace, smoothing her dress. A drop of my cum lingers at the corner of her mouth. Before I can stop myself, I swipe it away with my thumb. Her breath catches at the touch.

"You shouldn't-" The words die in my throat as she captures my thumb with her mouth, cleaning it with a swirl of her tongue. My wings snap out, casting shadows across her face. "Enough."

But she doesn't back away. Her deep brown eyes hold mine, filled with an intensity that makes my magic surge. Violet light dances across her olive skin.

"You gave me purpose," she whispers, echoing her earlier words. "Let me serve it."

I grab her throat, squeezing just enough to feel her pulse jump. "Your purpose is whatever I say it is." The words lack their usual bite. "Nothing more."

Her hand covers mine where it rests against her throat. Not pulling away, not fighting - accepting. The gesture sends a crack through my carefully constructed walls.

I shove her back, needing distance. My wings curl around me protectively, but her scent still lingers - a mix of arousal and devotion that makes my head spin.

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