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“There’s my polite little angel. Take your cock out, Micah. Let me stroke it for you.”

Finally.It jumped up and smacked against my stomach, excited to be free.

“We don’t have any lube, so I spit in my hand.” He paused, like he was checking that I was doing that beforecontinuing. “I slick my palm over your shaft, not holding it, just teasing.”

I gave a small groan as I copied his words. This had no right to be as hot as it did.

“I dip lower,” he said, a thick rasp in his voice. “Cupping your balls, feeling their weight in my palm. Just when you relax into the sensation, I tug on them, hard enough to make you hiss.”

My hiss erupted right on cue. I wasn’t even feeling my touch anymore. It was all Nox.

“Your cock is throbbing now, precum making you sticky. I gather it all up in my hand. I’m tempted to lick it, to take every part of you into me, but instead I’m going to use it to make you feel better.

“My fingers are wrapped around your shaft now, Micah. Can you feel me?”

“Yes,” I whimpered, my fingers trembling as I waited for his order to move. “I wish it was you.”

“It is me,” Nox said simply. “You’re just the vessel, doing what I’ve ordered. I’m touching you right now, Micah. That’s all you need to focus on. And I’ve started to move. I’m at the base, slowly squeezing you as I get to the head. It looks hot and needy, so I thumb at the slit before massaging your glans.”

My legs kicked out on the floor. How was this one of the hottest experiences I’d ever had, yet I was technically alone?

Because you’re not alone. Nox is with you. He’ll always be with you now.

Lust was beating a steady rhythm in the bond, ticking up a notch with every instruction from my demon’s lips. As he continued with his honeyed commands, I stopped hearing the actual words. Part of me must’ve understood,because my hand was tugging at my cock slowly, the speed gradually increasing.

But I was too lost in it, too lost in the fantasy, to be paying attention. All I could see was my mate in front of me, his heated gaze incinerating me from the inside out as he coaxed the orgasm from me.

Pleasure danced at the base of my spine before exploding through me. “Nox!”

“That’s it, little angel. I’m right there with you.”

It wasn’t until after I’d stripped my t-shirt off and used it to clean myself up that I realised I hadn’t felt Nox come. “Nox? Baby?”

“Yeah?”

I frowned at the wall, like a window might mysteriously appear so I could see his face. “You didn’t come. Did you…Was that not good for you?”

“Oh it was so good for me.” His laugh was low and wicked. “If you check in the bond, you’ll see just how much I’m still enjoying it.”

He wasn’t lying, the lust there was enough to have my spent dick twitching again.

“Do you wanna continue? I don’t want you to be left unsatisfied.”

Nox sighed. “I’m never unsatisfied around you, little angel. It’s not that I couldn’t come. Believe me, holding back washard. Pun fully intended.”

“Then why?”

“Because I’m saving it. I’m not coming again until my cock is buried in either your hole or your mouth. Think of it as more motivation to survive whatever they throw at us tomorrow.”

“Well we have to survive then. Can’t have you going to your eternal rest with blue balls.”

His distraction worked perfectly…for a little while. We fell into an easy conversation, talking about things from our past. Things we wanted to do in the future.

If we had the chance.

Eventually though, as the small hours encroached on the cell, so did all my worries.

What if these are our final hours?

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