Page 99 of An Unexpected Ascension
“Not at all?” I goad, my fingers working towards the buckles of her knife holsters on either leg.
“No.”
They hit the rug without a sound, and I work my way toward the buttons of her jeans. Deliberately slow, I peel the material down her legs, waiting for her to stop me. She doesn’t.
“Not even when I do this?” I plant my lips along her bare hip bone.
She shakes her head in denial.
Pushing to my feet, I trade places with her, forcing her body to the bed before stripping her bare. Even naked, nipples peaking with desire, she denies me the truth.
“And what about when I do this?”
I kneel at the edge of the bed, her knees hiked up and my face between them. She glistens with arousal, telling me everything she isn’t saying. With one long swipe of my tongue, she groans but only grants me with a menacing smile.
“Even less.”
“A week in Hell and you act like you were born here. The lies come so naturally to you, don’t they?”
Another lick sends a wave of shock through her. Her knees wobble, closing in on me, but I wretch them apart as I begin to devour her to the core. Her slender fingers slip into my hair, holding me to her while she writhes against my mouth.
“But they taste so sweet,” I murmur against her flesh.
My teeth graze and my tongue thrusts until she’s screaming and squirming, nearly ripping the hair from my head. It does nothing tostop the ravishing. Instead, I shove a finger into her and then another, my mouth working her into a maniacal frenzy.
This time, she allows me to bring her to the highest peak of pleasure with an act as intimate as she claims it to be. Her moans ring throughout the tent, drowning the forest’s whispers and on the tail end of that beautiful song, my name. It echoes like a curse, taunting me for everything I am and I... despise it.
Hermes,the title of a soulless demon. A messenger from Hell. The Devil’s soldier.
A name given to me by the fearful, the righteous, the damned.
When my name flutters out of the angel’s mouth, I find myself loathing that vapid epithet. Though, I can’t bring myself to have any other name on her tongue. So, for now, I will be just that to her – a soulless demon from Hell.
Crawling up her body, I swipe my tongue into her parted mouth, sucking away the ragged breath from her lungs. Her lips dance with mine, never leading, but always ready to follow. Still spelled by her climax, she chases every kiss until that fog starts to wane and she remembers who I am.
Then, the angel slips from beneath me, crawling to her knees.
“Lay down.”
My brow quirks in question as her demanding tone fills me with amusement.
“For?”
“Well, your turn obviously.”
Her face flushes a dark shade of pink, surely from my chuckle.
“I don’t need you to reciprocate.”
“That doesn’t seem fair. What do you get out of all that?”
“I get a bit of fun.”
She rolls her eyes, already making her way under the covers.
“Fun? I didn’t think you knew what that was.”
I strip myself of my clothes and follow after her, wrapping my arm around her body to pull her to me.
