Page 19 of His to Break
Satisfaction washes over me like a wave crashing against the shore. My fingers trail along his jawline, feeling the roughness of his stubble under my fingertips as I tilt his head up to meet my gaze. He’s quite handsome, devastatingly sexy in his dark elegance. The way his red eyes burn into mine sends shivers straight down between my legs.
“Look at you,” I murmur, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. “A powerful demon brought low by a simple human.”
His breath hitches as I trace the line of his jaw with my fingertips, teasing him gently. There’s something intoxicating about this newfound control—a thrill that sends heat pooling in my core.
“You won’t come until I say so,” I whisper, each word laced with authority and promise.
Azrael’s body tenses at my command; I can see it in the way he clenches his fists on his thighs. But he holds himself still, submitting to me even as defiance simmers beneath the surface.
“Do you understand?” My voice drops lower, and I lean closer, feeling our breaths mingle in the space between us.
He nods slowly, but there’s a dangerous glint in his eyes—a challenge lurking just beneath the surface of that fierce facade.
I pull back slightly and study him; he remains on one knee before me, a beast under my control yet brimming with raw power. This is new territory for both of us—an uncharted landscape where desire mingles with dominance.
I can feel that connection pulling taut between us—a magnetic force drawing me closer even as I wield authority over him. The realization hits me like lightning: this is only the beginning.
“I could get used to this,” I say softly, grinning as confidence surges within me again. “You’re mine now.”
16
KARA
Azrael remains kneeling before me, completely at the mercy of my commanding voice. I look down at him, a swell of satisfaction bubbling within me, igniting a fierce sense of power that sends a tremor of exhilaration through my veins. The thrill of dominating a being as formidable as him is intoxicating, overwhelming in the best possible way. If I can wield this kind of influence over a demon, then surely, I can do so to anyone who crosses my path.
“Do you like this?” I ask, my voice dripping with sultriness, each word laced with the promise of both danger and delight. “Being at my mercy?”
His eyes glimmer, reflecting a turbulent mix of defiance and something much deeper—something raw and primal that awakens the hunger within me. It’s a tantalizing spark that both intrigues and excites me, compelling me to push the boundaries further. I trail my fingers lightly along his shoulders, savoring the feel of the taut muscles that ripple beneath my touch, each hard contour a testament to his formidable strength.
When my fingertips dance over one of his wings, it twitches involuntarily—a reaction that sends a delicious shiver coursingthrough him. The sight of him, so powerful yet so responsive to my touch, fuels my confidence. The way his body reacts to me ignites a fire within, and I can’t help but want to explore this newfound dynamic between us, pushing him to feel the depths of my control.
Leaning closer, I whisper in his ear, letting my breath ghost over his skin. “Would you like to fuck me, Azrael?”
He turns his head slightly, locking his gaze onto mine—a fierce intensity that sends heat coursing through me. With a slow nod, he says yes.
The air crackles between us—a current of dark energy humming beneath my skin. Azrael’s chains clink as I circle him, my nails scraping down the grooves of his abdominal scars. “Take off your clothes,” I command, relishing how his jaw twitches. “Slowly.”
He obeys with deliberate slowness, each revealed inch of tattooed muscle making my breath hitch. When he reaches for his belt, I swat his hand away. “No.I’lldo it.” I drop to my knees, face level with his hardening cock straining against leather. The scent of musk and smoke floods my senses as I bite the laces open. “You reek of hellfire and arrogance,” I purr, dragging my tongue along the length outlined by fabric. “It’s intoxicating.”
His growl shakes the stones beneath us. “Don’t toy with me, little slave.”
I sink my teeth into his inner thigh until iron tang floods my mouth. “You’ll take what I give you.” Rising, I shove him onto the cot and hike up my tattered shift. “Lick. And don’t you dare fucking stop.”
His forked tongue lashes my clit with surgical precision, demonic dexterity turning my thighs to liquid fire. I fist his horns, slamming his face deeper. “Yes—scorched earth and ashes,yes—” My hips jerk violently, riding his mouth asbioluminescent sigils ignite across my skin. “Faster.Hurt melike you mean it.”
He nips my inner labia, the pain-pleasure explosion making me scream. “Cheekybastard—” I yank his head back by the horns, smearing my slick across his snarling lips. “On your knees. Back against the wall.”
The chains on his wings clatter as he assumes position. I straddle him backward, sheathing his cock in my aching cunt with a vicious drop. “Move,” I snarl, clawing at his wings’ membranous veins. He pistons upward, the angle brutal—each thrust stoking the incubus fire devouring my reason.
“Harder!” My demand cracks like a whip. He rams into my cervix, the pain blinding. Ecstasy.Power. His claws dig bloody crescents into my hips as he murmurs against my sweat-slick neck: “You’ll walk bowlegged for days.”
I twist, slapping him hard enough to snap his head sideways. “Did I permit speech?” My hand glows violet—a power I don’t yet understand—andshoveshis consciousness into helpless arousal. “Comenow.”
His roar shakes dust from the ceiling as he spills inside me, but I clamp down mercilessly. “Ah-ah.” I rise, his spent cock slipping out with a filthy sound. “You don’t finish until I’ve taken everything.” Pressing him against the wall, I guide his trembling fingers to my swollen clit. “Make me scream. ThenmaybeI’ll let you breathe.”
His laugh is ragged, worshipful. “Cruel slave.”
“Merciless,” I correct, riding his hand as
