Page 72 of Sleeping Redemption
Turning my head, I stared at the tufted headboard in front of me. My eyes fluttered closed for a moment of delight as Sydelicately ran the folded belt over the puffy welt on my ass that had a delectable heat radiating from it.
The sensation disappeared, and then my body flinched as he brought the band of leather back down, but this time on the other side of my rear. The cracking sound echoed off the bedroom walls up to the tall ceiling.
“Fuck!” I shouted as I sat back on my heels momentarily as a means of easing myself through the pleasurable pain mixture in my body. I had no idea if it was possible to break a belt against someone’s ass, but I was certain Sy was trying.
Groaning quietly, I rocked forward to assume my previous position, with my body offered up to him like a little harlot.
Next, there was the feeling of the belt gliding along my back from the base of my spine until it stopped between my shoulder blades and traced back down to the crevice of my ass.
Sylas shifted closer to me, enough that the rounded tip of his cock brushed against my aching cunt, just enough to distract me from the words he began to chant lowly. His voice was filled with gritty determination and firm command.
A clang somewhere to my right told me his belt landed on the floor before he laid his hand on the center of my back. The heat of his palm pressed flat against my skin only grew hotter with each word he murmured.
His dick taunted my entrance now, the heat of his body calling to my own. I began to whimper with my desire growing between my thighs.
As he continued to speak what sounded like our nearly-dead language, the two scar-like marks on my back by each shoulder blade began to tingle. The sensation grew more intense with each word he spoke.
“Sylas,” I winced as I spoke his name. I wasn’t sure what the hell he was doing back there, but the static-like feeling was becoming overwhelming at the iridescent exit points on myback. It was like someone held a taser to each of them, ramping up the voltage one amp at a time.
Just when I thought I couldn’t tolerate the sensation any longer, there was a pop of pain on either side of my spine, almost like the bone had cracked underneath the surface. I gasped loudly, and my body instantly hurtled toward the brink of ultimate pain and pleasure.
My wings burst through the exit marks by my shoulder blades, forcefully summoned out of me. A gust of wind whipped around us both as the visible flapping of my feathers came into view. The once nearly-blinding set of white wings were filled with more depraved black than the color of purity and innocence.
Before the pain of the forced exposure of my wings could overtake me, Sy jutted his hips forward, driving his wide cock into my body. I cried out as my body accepted him into the depths of my narrow pussy.
With ragged breaths and fluttering wings at my back, I moaned out several curses.
“Whose cock are you going to worship now, Kin?” Sy chuckled before he leaned over my back and whispered to me. “You’re my eighth deadly sin, and there are not enough prayers in all the heavens that will save me from your temptation.”
The strength of his hands latched onto where the wings connected to my back like he was anchoring himself to my body. He slid his dick out until he was barely just notched inside my entrance. Using my wings like a set of reins, he pulled my body back toward his hips and rammed his length back into me.
Stars flickered behind my eyelids. My cries of pleasure filled the air as I nearly came apart for him. He repeated the process over and over. Each time, he made my body beg for him. The power behind each driving force even prompted my bed to moan out in submission.
The sheets were crumpled up underneath my palms as I trembled in what proved to be an encounter with Sylas that I never imagined in my wildest fantasies. A sheen of sweat covered my body, acting like glue for my long locks of hair to cling to the damp skin.
Igaspedfor air, and if my heart was capable of succumbing to death by dick, I was certain it was ready to punch its card.
“Sylas, I can’t hold on much longer.” My voice hardly carried any sound over our bodies colliding.
With grunts punctuated with each thrust Sy made, his length continued to stoke the ever-building pleasure inside me.
His voice, strained from his efforts, responded, “I haven’t waited since the dawn of creation to fuck your bratty cunt for you to tap out now.”
As he kept my body on the precarious edge of release, shifting his angle or slowing his pace, time was lost to the cosmos.
Inside my head, I was certain my madness and pleasure intertwined in a seductive dance, leaving my physical body at its mercy.
Even the archangel seeks to control you when he already knows you’re mine.
Now was not the time for the Devil’s sweet whispers.
Before I could give any credence to the warning echoing in my head, Sy released my wings and pulled out of me. The immediate loss resulted in an ache to be filled again.
His hands grabbed me by the hips and flipped me over onto my back before he crashed down on top of me. Prayers were answered as his dick found its way back home into my welcoming depths.
Finally, I was able to stare up into his icy eyes. Their color may have been frigid, but there was no coldness behind them as he stared straight into mine.
Breathlessly, I spoke. “Sy, please, unravel every part of me.”
