“What?”
“You heard me.” She sauntered up to him, planted her hand on his breastbone, and rolled her hips, brushing them up against his. “Make love to me.”
His eyes, once aflame with anger, now smoldered, and his arousal stirred against her belly. “I know what you’re trying to do.”
“And what is that?” She trailed her fingers downward, tracing his ribs and abs.
His chest expanded on a sound that was something between a purr and a growl. “You’re distracting me.”
The pad of her thumb brushed the tip of his erection, and he hissed. “Distracting you?” she asked, a mix of innocence and vixen.
He pushed his erection into her belly, but it felt almost mechanical, like his body was on board, but his mind was still mired in darkness. “From my anger.”
Dammit, he wasn’t giving her anything to work with here. “Your anger is what’s going to save me,” she said. “All I ask is that, no matter what happens, you don’t become the monster you used to be.”
“I won’t.” He took her hand and pressed a deep kiss to her palm. “I promise.”
She believed him. At least, she believed he intended to keep his promise. For now, that would have to be good enough.
Slowly, deliberately, she licked her thumb, watching his expression grow hotter as she smoothed it over the head of his cock. And yet, there was still a distance in his gaze that she couldn’t close.
She could fix that.
Taking him in her fist, she dropped to her knees. She held his gaze with hers, wanting him to see everything she was going to do to him. She’d give him a show that would fill his memories with more than regrets.
Her mouth watered as she pressed a lingering kiss to his shaft. The taste of him, smoky and hot, sent a shiver of lust straight to her core. She tongued him, little dabs up and down the length of his thick erection.
“Darling,” he whispered, his voice fading to a moan when she took one plump testicle into her mouth and sucked gently, well short of the intensity he liked.
She was going to tease the hell out of him.
She licked and sucked her way to the other one as she slowly pumped her fist up and down his shaft, the sound of the rolling waves and his short, choppy breaths urging her on. He thrust his fingers into her hair, his touch tender as if he were afraid to hurt her.
Was that why he was being so distant? He was worried about her fragility?
That did not work for her.
She shot to her feet and flared her wings; which, thankfully, still existed in the dream world. Azagoth’s expression turned thunderous, and she knew he was thinking about the fact that they’d been torn off. She didn’t give him time to obsess. She launched upward and hooked her thighs around his neck, using her wings to hold her aloft.
Now he’d be too busy to worry about treating her like she was made of glass.
He looked up at her, his eyes creased with wickedness. “This is new,” he murmured, his hot breath caressing her sensitive flesh. “Can it still be called sitting on my face?”
She didn’t answer, was too busy gasping as his tongue pierced her center. Oh…yes! She nearly forgot to flap her wings, but he caught her by her waist and held her upright in his strong grip. It occurred to her that this was a dream, and she probably didn’t even need to use her wings, but it was just so…damned…erotic.
He purred as he lapped at her, using the flat of his tongue to make slow, long passes from her core to her clit. Waves of pleasure washed over her, intense and hot.
“Azagoth,” she breathed, crying out when he changed up his torture and concentrated on nibbling at her pulsing nub.
She was almost there…almost…
Suddenly, the island spun, and she was upside down in the air, Azagoth’s mouth still working between her legs as they drifted above the water in a modified sixty-nine. Oh, that clever Reaper.
Gripping his thighs, she took his cock in her mouth and sucked hard. He bucked his hips with a muffled shout, but the sinful, deep probe of his tongue never altered its mind-blowing rhythm.
Pleasure spiked, her climax sending her hurtling right to the edge of sanity. A sting of pain as Azagoth bit into her inner thigh amplified her ecstasy and triggered another muscle-melting orgasm.
He came with her, his hot jets spilling into her mouth, his hips pumping frantically, spastically.
But they weren’t done.
He was still coming when he pulled out of her mouth and spun her around so her legs locked around his waist. His come splashed on her belly as his mouth found hers in an urgent kiss that tasted like her blood and arousal. And then they were airborne, his great wings carrying them high into the sky.
Higher, above the clouds. Through the upper limits of the stratosphere into the eerie silence of space. With a roar, he drew back his hips and thrust inside her. She screamed at the incredible sensation of him filling her, and then she screamed again when he wrapped his wings around them and dove back toward Earth.
They shot downward like a missile, spinning in a cocoon of uncontrolled lust. He thrashed against her, his cock stroking tissue already primed for him with every rapid-fire thrust of his hips. The whine of the wind and the pressure from the fall overloaded all her senses, freeing her to do nothing but feel this incredible thing he was doing to her body.
“Lilli,” he shouted, throwing back his head in a display of fierce, male ecstasy, his fangs bared, the tendons in his neck straining.
She came again just as they hit the low deck of clouds, and once more as Azagoth flared his wings and stopped them from crashing into the ocean. He made a slow, graceful roll and drifted on an air current as they caught their breath and savored the last, waning pulses of pleasure.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you, too,” she said for perhaps the millionth time, but for some reason, this time felt like it was the most important.
Because it might be the last.
Chapter 21
Azagoth held Lilliana as they floated back down to the beach. He wanted to lay in the surf and make love to her again, this time with the waves lapping at their bodies, and the hot wind caressing their skin. What they’d just done had been intense and wild, satisfying a need to release some aggression and passion.
Now, he wanted slow and seductive, just to show Lilliana how much she meant to him. He’d worship every inch of her body so she’d understand that she was his world. Sheoul-gra, a realm he’d built from the ground up, meant nothing compared to her.
“That was amazing,” she murmured as they stretched out on the sand. “I want to just lay here and be with you, but we need to talk before something wakes us up.”
She was right, but damn if that didn’t fuck the mood. He flopped back with his arm behind his head to stare at the sky.
“I told Hawkyn that if anyone wakes me up, they’ll be welcoming visitors on the landing pad for a month.”
She pushed up on one elbow to look down at him. “That doesn’t sound too bad.”
“They’ll be doing it as statues,” he clarified.
“Ah. So, everyone in Sheoul-gra is being very quiet right now.”
“Exactly.”
She laughed but sobered quickly. He wondered if she was thinking about being awakened. The terror she must experience every time she opened her eyes. Anger at the horror she was experiencing rose up, but he tamped it down, not wanting to upset her.