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She cups my balls, trailing kisses along my shaft and stopping to twirl her tongue around the tip every so often until I think I might pass out from all the blood rushing to my cock.
Just when I think she’s about to start another round of timid licks and kisses, she wraps her lips around my dick and sucks me into her mouth.
She’s warm and wet, and she does this thing with her tongue, pressing it against the sensitive underside of my cock, that has my balls tightening. Fucking hell.
“Touch yourself,” I command, wanting her primed and ready for me. For weeks, I’ve been dreaming about taking her sweet pussy on every surface of my bedroom. It’s about time we get started.
She follows my demand seamlessly, her head bobbing and cheeks hollowing out while she sucks the very essence of my being out of me, and begins to stroke her clit.
It’s a sight I never wish to forget.
Stay with me tonight.
I don’t realize I’ve pushed the words out until her eyes flash up to mine. She doesn’t stop her movements, and I’m only a few pumps away from coming down her throat when she responds.
Okay.
I don’t wait another moment before I pull back and reach for her. She comes to me willingly, practically jumping into my arms for a kiss so hot, I’m afraid we might scorch the wood floor beneath us.
But who the fuck cares about wood or floors or anything else when she’s in my arms?
Turning us around, I face us both toward my bed and pull the full-length mirror in our direction. We stare at our reflection. She seems so small, yet I know firsthand how strong she is. Her rich olive skin appears far darker than mine, and I can’t help but watch as my hands trail over her body.
With barely any effort, I lift her up on the bed, placing her on her knees and stepping up so that I’m flush against her back. My cock throbs where it rests on her ass, and it takes what little strength I have left not to plunge inside her right now.
Instead, I grip her chin in one hand, tilting her neck slightly so I can kiss a line down it. My other hand goes to her waist and down between her legs. She’s wet for me, my fingers coated with her arousal as I push two fingers inside of her and fuck her with them.
“Raphael,” she moans, sounding breathless. “If you don’t fuck me right now, I swear to the Archangels—”
I chuckle, cutting her off. “There’s no need for threats, sunshine.” Then I’m pushing inside of her, all the way to the hilt. I watch as her mouth falls open in a silent moan, but don’t give her any more time to process. This is what she wanted, isn’t it?
One hand curls around her throat, my long fingers crooking over her chin as I tilt her head. “You feel so fucking good, baby,” I whisper in her ear. “Do you know how many times I’ve gotten off to this very image of us?”
She moans as my thrusts turn forceful, my grip on her hips more punishing. She can’t see me in the mirror, not with how I’m holding her chin, but I can. And the sight of her lithe body taking every bit of what I offer almost sends me over the edge.
“How many times?” she croaks out, her voice rough.
“Every.”Thrust.“Fucking.”Thrust.“Night.”Thrust.
I let her go, pushing her so she’s on her hands and knees. Our eyes lock in the mirror; her face flushed and eyes hooded. Then she’s arching her back and pushing into me, meeting every thrust with one of her own.
Her moans grow louder, the walls of her pussy fluttering around my shaft, letting me know just how close she is so I don’t let up. I hold back my release, needing her to come with me, to reach bliss in tandem.
Reaching forward, I grab her shoulders and pull her into me with each demanding thrust until she comes, her pussy gripping my cock so hard that I can’t help but join her.
We collapse on the bed, not separating from each other. It almost feels as if time is rushing past us. There’s a part of me that fears what will happen once we create distance between us. I don’t want to break whatever spell we’re under. But we can’t lie like this forever, can we?
Hayliel groans when I stand, her face shifting into a pout. “Come back to bed, Raph.” Her voice comes out muffled where she’s buried her face in the blankets.
“We’re going to get cleaned up, grab a snack, and then I promise you we’ll spend the rest of the evening curled up together, sunshine.”
She perks up, her stomach growling. “Did you say food?”
22
I’vebeenridingablissful high all week from the kind words written in the SCU newsletter, but it shatters when I read Theo’s message.
Theo: Gagiel’s in the infirmary. It sounds like a few students cornered him after class to teach the ‘demon lover’ a lesson. I don’t know much more other than that he’s fine and just needs some time to heal.
