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This is peace.
Tomorrow comes chaos.
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Angélique
When I wake up, Elhyor is already awake, his fingers tracing shapes against my back as if I’m his personal canvas.
It’s early in the morning, I can see it through his window, or maybe the lack of light means a storm is coming. We’re used to it. Paris isn’t the sunniest city in Europe, but it dampens my mood.
For a second, I felt cocooned against Elhyor, but now everything comes back, and I can’t stay in bed doing nothing while there’s a countdown on my best friend’s brain.
I might already know that I can’t kill Elhyor.
What I did last night, and the number of orgasms the man gave me, would make me a traitor in the eyes of the archangels, but I don’t regret it.
I might regret it a bit later, but for a whole lot of different reasons. Namely, how my body is already feeling sore because of what we did last night.
I sit in the bed, letting his hand drop away from my back as I move away from his embrace.
“We have work to do,” I say, infusing as much steel into my voice as I can. I can’t let him drag me back to being in his arms. The comfort of it could turn into an addiction, and I’ve got too much to do to let myself feel safe with him.
Wearen’tsafe. None of us is for as long as my father rules over the archangels.
“We do,” Elhyor says, but he doesn’t move from where he lies on the bed, the covers bunched at his hips and the whole expanse of his tattoos displayed for me to see. He has hooded eyes, and my nipples peak at the way his gaze unabashedly roams over my naked form.
I have never been shy with my body. When you spend more time training than doing anything else, you always keep some pride about the way you hone your body, but the way Elhyor looks at me is different. It makes me feel different. I’m not just an assassin or a pawn in my father’s games. When Elhyor looks at me, I feel like a queen. I feel like I can own the world. I feel like I can change it.
It’s all I want and yet, nothing will happen if we stay in that bed.
“We should go,” I say, as my breathing becomes shallow and my body burns with need for the man who so nonchalantly lies in bed next to me.
“We should,” Elhyor answers, a small smirk appearing on his lips as he looks at me. I moved the cover when I sat, and I realize he now has an unobstructed view of my pussy with me sitting on the side and my legs folded under me.
His arms circle me, and each hand comes to grab my buttcheeks.
“We should,” Elhyor repeats, “but I’d like my breakfast first, Little Devil.”
He doesn’t let me process what he has just said before hoisting me by my ass and dropping me right on top of his face.
“Come here, Little Devil, and ride your husband’s face like a good wife.”
His words echo the ones he said last night, and this time there is no adaptation time needed, or no need to go slow, so I grab the headboard and let Elhyor ravage my pussy like he can’t get enough of it.
I try to stay still at first, letting him do all the work as he plunges his tongue inside of me and then sucks my clit. And then starts again.
But at some point, I can’t. I start to rub myself over his face, and when Elhyor groans, I feel it vibrate inside of my pussy.
Oh, god, that feels so good.
I rub myself in earnest, and it seems to make Elhyor even more enthusiastic, making him groan more and more, which in return vibrates through me and detonates an orgasm in no time.
I hold on to the headboard with all the strength I have left as Elhyor keeps lapping at my pussy as if my cum were the sweetest nectar.
At some point, I raise myself on my knees and look at him from above. A proud smirk is grazing his lips, and I can see a knowing glint in his eyes.
“No. Nope. Not another one,” I say as I scramble out from his grasp. Once I’m standing, I realize that my legs can’t really keep me up, so I cock my hip against Elhyor’s desk and try to breathe normally again.
