She moved slowly down until she reached his delicious cock. Unable to help herself, she trailed her fingertips against the length, glorying in how long and thick he was. Then, sliding her tongue along the sides of him, she continued her exploration, loving the sound of his panting.
When she came to his tip, she looked up, meeting his gaze, then licked him.
“Fuck, Surcy, it’s been too long. You can’t just—”
In answer, she parted her lips and took him into her hot mouth.
A string of curses left his mouth, which only turned her on more.
She took him as deep as she could, then gagged around him when his tip hit the back of his throat. Reaching down, she cupped his balls, rolling them in her hand, while she hummed around him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he groaned, one of his hands slamming against the bed.
And then, she pulled back and slid him back in, over and over again.
With a roar, he grabbed the back of her head and began to fuck her mouth. His possessive control turned her on in a way she never expected. She felt like a creature made to pleasure him, and she ached to taste him as he exploded into her mouth.
But as she felt him swelling in her mouth, her nails digging into his thighs, he suddenly pulled her back, his cock slipping out of her mouth.
“Come on, come ride my cock.”
She trembled as she climbed over him and positioned his tip at her entrance.
He pulled her down, taking one of her nipples into his mouth and sucking, while his hand plucked at her other nipple.
She moaned and sank his tip into her. Inch by inch she took him in, her tight body squeezing around him. When she reached his hilt, he released her breasts.
He held her gaze as he reached between them with one big hand and began to stroke her clit.
She gasped, her body shuddering around his big shaft, and then she started to ride him.
He thrust back, taking her deep and hard. He moved like a man hell-bent on claiming her as his own. She could feel it with each stroke.
And she felt like a woman who had given herself to a man. Who accepted his claim over her without question. Which was strangely satisfying.
She gripped his shoulders harder, riding her orgasm like a wave. Her entire body alive. Every nerve sensitive and pulsing with pleasure.
When he came with a ragged roar, she gloried in the feeling of his hot cum coating her insides. For a long minute they continued to fuck, until at last she collapsed on top of him.
His hands grabbed her ass and shoved her harder onto his erection.
She whimpered, her head still spinning in ecstasy.
“You’re mine,” he growled, his words were low and harsh.
She should’ve been scared, but she wasn’t. When she’d seen him hurt, her heart had ached in a way it never had before. She wasn’t sure if she loved him yet, but she felt connected to him. She cared about him in a deep way.
And now, they’d made love.
She smiled, closing her eyes. She wanted him to hold her forever. And with the way he clung to her, she was sure he felt the same way.
This is the first truly beautiful thing I’ve experienced since dying… that I can remember. I think I know why I gave up heaven and my wings for these demons.
11
Daniel woke up feeling like shit, but as much as he wanted to go back to sleep, he needed to see Surcy. He needed to know she was safe.
Tristan snored in a chair beside his bed, looking haggard.
Not wanting to wake him, he eased cautiously out of bed and padded on bare feet across the wooden floor. Outside of Surcy’s bedroom door, he only hesitated a moment before turning the handle and opening it. He took two steps in, his gaze moving to the bed, and froze.
She was asleep on top of Mark. They were both naked, and her arms were wrapped around his neck.
Daniel couldn’t pull in a breath. He stared and stared, unable to believe what he was seeing. This wasn’t a quick fuck. This was something more.
Stumbling back out the door, he didn’t stop until his back hit the wall of the hallway. Sinking to the floor, he lay there. How many times could this little angel break his heart? How was he to endure the fact that he was nothing but a hard cock to her, and Mark was a man she clearly cared for?
I can’t. I can’t endure this. If she can’t love me, I don’t have a reason to keep breathing.
Something wild came over him. He hurried back to his room, dressed in silence, wincing as his wound ached with each movement, grabbed his lighter, and headed out the door. He didn’t look back.
It was night. And the streets were dark. A coldness had settled over the city.
One he liked.
He walked for hours, until he reached the edge of town, then further. He kept moving until a prickling at the back of his neck made him turn and start walking through the woods. After several minutes, he tore free of the trees and stared out at the abandoned house.
It was perfect.
He walked to it. Pushed passed the half-broken door and looked around the broken floor boards. No one had been in this place for a long time.
Closing his eyes, he grabbed his lighter from his pocket and opened it. A flick of his thumb later, a flame leapt to life. Sending it a simple command, he watched, every hair on his body rising, as the flame moved over his hand. It felt so damn good, warm and powerful. For a second he just felt it, and breathed in the scent of smoke.
And then, he opened his eyes and smiled. The flames poured over his palm and down onto the old wood. Within seconds, the smell of burnt wood hit his
