His dick pulsed inside her mouth, the orgasm rolling through his veins like liquid fire. It was intense and stunning and so fucking hot.
Leela took him beautifully, her tongue stroking the underside of his shaft as her throat clenched around his head, swallowing each drop as he spent himself inside her.
She’d perfected the art of oral sex, setting a bar so incredibly high that he doubted anyone else in his lifetime would ever reach it.
And he fully intended to return the favor.
“I’m going to devour you,” he vowed, his voice a low growl of approval.
She responded with another suck that had him seeing stars, her power igniting as she coerced even more from his groin.
He cursed, his head falling back into the pillows on a cry of pleasure mingled with pain. It was too soon to come again and yet… “Fuck…”
She forced it from him, the rapture spiraling through his being and leaving him depleted beneath her. His grip in her hair was all that kept him sane, the world a myriad of sensual colors and prickles of hot coals.
His breath stilled, his heart racing in his chest as he fought for control of his mind.
Her mouth was magic against his skin.
Sucking. Nipping. Swallowing.
Drawing out the intensity and leaving him senseless beneath her.
But a small flicker of light snagged his focus, and he latched onto it, his fingers clenching as he pulled her lips from his shaft and yanked her upward to his mouth.
She hummed in approval, confirming what he already knew about his Seraphim—she liked a dominant man in the bedroom.
“Hands above your head,” he demanded, flipping her to her back as he rolled on top of her. “And don’t move.”
“I told you that on the stool,” she murmured, obliging his command by lifting her arms to rest in the pillows cradling her head. “Right before I straddled you.”
“Did you give me a good ride?” he asked, already aware of the answer. He’d taken control then, too, dictating the pace even while she’d been on top. Chants of approval whispered through her consciousness at the memory, telling him he’d more than lived up to her expectations even without access to her thoughts.
“It’s always an amazing ride with you,” she replied, her blue-green irises glittering with promise.
“Mmm,” he hummed, the feeling very much mutual.
His little vixen created a whole new playground of opportunity, providing him with a breath of newness and a challenge unlike any other. There were no limits here, anything and everything possible, and just the thought of it drugged his senses with warmth and expectation.
He could fuck her however he desired.
Test her in a manner impossible for so many others.
And she would indulge every minute of it. Enjoy it, too.
He didn’t do pain. No blood or physical injury. But sometimes pleasure could hurt.
As she’d just demonstrated with her mouth.
He kissed a path to her breasts, adoring them with his mouth and hands and taunting the sweet little rosy peaks. Her eyes remained on him, blue flames dancing around the edges as she admired the view.
His teeth skimmed her nipple, testing her reaction.
Her nostrils flared, her legs tensing around his.
So he bit down just enough to pinch.
She moaned, her body writhing in wanton need.
