Chapter 15

CHAPTER 15

Azazel

R emarkably, Zoe refrained from wringing Mammon’s neck—again—and the rest of the visit went smoothly. I probably should have let her give him a good beating, though. Seeing her take charge and use her new power was incredibly sexy.

Azmodea and Mammon stayed for a bit, chatting and reminiscing with Zoe, with her telling them stories of her time in Heaven, and them regaling her with tales of what she’d missed while she’d been gone. They also fondly ribbed me, as they were wont to do, and I took their teasing in stride.

There were many ways to show affection, and this was theirs.

Eventually, Mammon and Azmodea left, but I stayed behind.

As I shut the door behind them, I sent Zoe an apologetic look. “They were visiting me when the cat delivered your message. They insisted on coming along right away.”

She smiled, her innate power lighting her eyes. “No worries. It was good seeing them again.”

“Well,” I said, sauntering over to her, “I had planned on having some exclusive alone time with you before they’d intrude.” Having reached her, I softly laid my hand around her throat, and I felt her response through our bond, a pleasant shiver, the stirrings of arousal. “In fact, it was difficult to sit through their visit just now and not be able to act on any of the things I want to do to you.”

She uttered a soft sound, her hands coming up to stroke my chest, her touch so soft and powerful in its impact on me at the same time. If she had any idea what her hands on me could make me do…

“Tell me some of those things,” she murmured, and for a second, I thought she referred to the thought I’d just had.

But she was asking about my intentions for her. Well, I’d comply all too readily.

My hand slid up to her face, cradling her jaw, my thumb caressing her lush lower lip. “Last time we came together, it was hard and fast. An explosion of need. This time”—I leaned in and lightly kissed her, keeping the touch soft and fleeting, knowing it’d fan the flames of her arousal by making her want more—“I don’t want to rush. I want to lick you so thoroughly you’ll be writhing under my hands and mouth. I’ll take my time. Drive you higher and higher. Bring you close to the edge and keep you there, make you desperate. I want you to beg me for release before I give it to you.”

She trembled in my grasp, her fingers digging into my pecs.

“I’ve had three long weeks to think about how I’ll worship every inch of your body,” I continued, pitching my voice to a sensual purr. “And I have yet to make up for those eight years we spent apart. I had”—sliding my hand around to the back of her neck, I tangled my fingers in her hair and gripped just hard enough to make her feel it, knowing it would stir her lust—“so many fantasies about you while you were gone. I need to feel you shiver under my touch, need to see you lose yourself in the pleasure I give you.”

With her pupils dilated, she hung on my every word, her scent already drenched in the heavy note of her arousal. It drove my own even higher, my cock hardening to near-painful levels.

With my free hand, I slid aside the straps of her tank top and bra on one shoulder, letting a wave of my power dance over her skin in the wake of my touch. A quiet moan escaped her, her power whirring in the air between us, tangling with my own.

Before, as an angel, her skin had held the innate light of divinity, a soft silver glow that coated her all over, especially noticeable during moments of heightened emotions. Now, as a demon, it was as if an inner fire lit her skin, a darker note that spoke to my own energy. My demon power recognized hers as alike, and all of me responded with nigh unbearable sensual hunger. I’d never felt this with anyone else, as if the fate of my soul depended on consuming her in the most intimate of ways, as if she’d woken some primal part of me that would never be whole unless united with her.

It had been like this even before we’d bonded, but the new connection between us intensified this need of mine by the thousands. I couldn’t imagine ever being parted from her for any length of time again, let alone for years. Those three weeks while she’d been on Earth had already been torture the likes of which I hadn’t experienced in ages.

Never again.

I moved the fabric of her tank and her bra down farther, exposing one breast. As before, I let my power follow the touch, bathing her skin in waves of invisible liquid fire. She trembled in my hold, my hand in her hair still keeping a proprietary grip on her, just the way she liked it.

When I bent down to swirl my tongue around her tightened nipple, she groaned and melted into me. Her pleasure was a thrill in my blood. With this new bond, with me feeling what she felt, sex became so much more intense. I’d always had a good grasp on what she liked, how she’d respond to this or that. Years of experience and watching her had paved the way for that, and when she’d been human, the occasional thought that escaped her weak natural shields helped as well. Not to mention that her aura had always been expressive with regard to her emotions.

Yet feeling her pleasure as if it were my own…that eclipsed everything.

I moved to her other breast, bearing that one as well, and then I lavished my attention on it as if this were the most important task I’d ever do. I was rewarded with more soft sounds from her and pulses of her arousal running down the bond.

Letting go of her hair, I grabbed the hem of her top with both hands and slowly dragged it up. She helped by lifting her arms, and I pulled the tank off over her head. Her power throbbed heavily with her arousal, tendrils of her energy wrapping around me in a move she was likely not even conscious of. She’d barely used her magic as an angel, and definitely never when we’d been intimate.

So many things I had yet to teach her. I couldn’t wait.

When one errant pulse of her power brushed over my groin, I bit back a groan and had to lock my muscles at the intensity of the sensation. By the looks of her, she hadn’t even done it on purpose.

“Sweetheart,” I said, grabbing her chin and tilting her head up. “You need to leash your energy, or else I won’t be able to take this slow.”

She blinked at me in obvious confusion.

“That,” I said and sent a lick of my power between her thighs, “is a creative use of our energy.”

A gasp tore from her throat, and her aura oscillated with pleasure. I felt the zing of it down the bond, and I closed my eyes briefly to weather the intense roll of arousal it stirred in me.

“I need you to stop that,” I said with a husky note to my voice.

“Oh?” Her eyes glittered like crushed emeralds strewn with amber. “Is it…distracting you?”

And then the touch of her energy very deliberately caressed my cock, as if she were running her fingers down the shaft.

“ Zoe .”

Her grin lit up her whole face, and I wanted to kiss that mirth from her lips, taste some of that brilliant, mischievous amusement.

So I did.

I kissed her with all the possessive intent, the pent-up hunger writhing inside me, the yearning I always felt for her. She yielded with a gentle, erotic sound deep in her throat, her tongue tangling with mine.

When I came up for air again, wanting to continue my promised exploration of her body, she caught my gaze with a twinkle in her eye.

“So,” she said, running a finger down the middle of my chest. “Now that I can use my power to touch you”—she demonstrated with another caress, this time over my balls, which made me thankful that she seemed to have fantastic control over the intensity of her energy already—“tying me up so I’ll keep my hands off you for a while won’t work anymore, will it?”

Damn it, she did have a point.

Not that I’d admit that.

“You make it sound like restraining you is only for my benefit.” I responded in kind to her provocative use of her power and let my energy feather over her clit. “The way I see it, being tied down or held in my grasp is something you enjoy immensely.”

Her lips parted at the sensation of my power dancing over her intimate skin, and she breathed heavier. “Maybe.”

I grinned and whirled her around so her back was to my front, grabbing her wrists and bringing her arms between us. “So you don’t feel lush pleasure when I hold you down?” Switching my grasp to one hand, I slid the other to her front to cup her breast, squeezing the full curve with appreciation. “You don’t feel the most sensual freedom when you’re under my control?” She writhed against me, and I pinched her nipple with enough force to make her gasp. “You don’t fall the hardest, fastest, when I take charge, when I relieve you of having to make decisions? When I’m the one who takes care of you, cherishing you as the treasure you are?”

She pushed into my hand while her energy twined around me, echoing my own need. “You know I do,” she whispered.

I leaned down and placed a kiss on the side of her neck, right where I’d bitten her when we’d bonded. The sudden spike of lust that arrowed over the connection between us told me she remembered the intense flood of pleasure and emotions we’d experienced during the bonding.

“I think,” I murmured against her skin while I kept caressing her breasts with my hand, still stroking her between her thighs with my power, “that we should repeat the blood exchange from time to time.”

“Oh?” was all she could say in response, and even that small word came out breathy, caught as she was in the relentless sensual assault of my fingers and energy on her.

“Blood play usually doesn’t involve drinking,” I continued, “for obvious reasons, seeing as most demons want to avoid an irrevocable attachment.” I made my power lick down from her clit to her entrance, where her wetness had to be drenching her panties already, going by the heavy scent of her arousal. “But that is a moot point for you and me. With our bond in place, we are free to explore this aspect.”

She gasped for air. “That’s a lot of words for saying ‘Let’s have even wilder sex.’?”

I chuckled and mock-bit into her neck. “Is that a no or a yes?”

“Have you met me?” Her power undulated over my cock. “When would I ever say no to break-the-bed-and-my-mind sex?”

“Good.” I licked over the fast tick of her pulse at her neck. “But not right now. I’m not done working you up yet.”

She made a sound of frustration and wriggled in my grasp.

“Babe,” I said with a laugh, “I haven’t even undressed you fully.”

She stilled, and I had a brief moment of wondering what she was about to do before flames engulfed her, from her shoulders down to her feet. With the potency known to hellfire, the blaze ate away her remaining clothes in seconds, ash pooling on the floor around her.

But the flames didn’t stop there. They sprang over onto me, too, burning off my own clothes as well before I could stop them.

“Zoe,” I sighed.

“Problem solved,” she replied with a grin in her voice.

The fire wasn’t extinguished, though. I’d thought she’d stop it once the clothes were all gone, but now flames danced over the rug at our feet, spitting sparks toward the furniture.

“Oh, shit!” She jerked in my grasp, and I let her go. Making erratic gestures at the fire, she hopped from one foot to the other, uttering expletive-strewn commands for the flames to die.

To no effect.

I let her try to put out the fire for a moment, mainly because her hopping made her ass wiggle ever so delightfully, then I snapped a finger, and the blaze turned off as if responding to a light switch.

She turned to me with her face adorably scrunched up. “Sorry. And thank you. I haven’t exactly figured out how to do this yet.”

“No matter. You’ll learn.”

“Yeah, well.” Her features twisted, and I felt a pang of hurt coming from her. “Going by everybody’s comments, I’m super shitty at this and taking much longer than demon babies to get the hang of it.”

I tilted my head. “Do you know how long young demons are considered children and not in full control of their powers yet?”

She shook her head, misery cloaking her like a mantle.

“Half a century.”

“What?” Her eyes widened.

“We grow more slowly than humans, given our immortal lifespans. It takes us several decades to achieve complete command of our magic. Up until then, we are wreaking havoc all around. I don’t even know how many rooms I burned to cinders when I was a young boy. Azmodea once exploded an entire wing in Daevi’s palace, and Mammon’s uncontrolled fire accidentally burned off the clothes of dozens of demons who were nearby.”

Giggling, she pressed one hand to her mouth, her eyes dancing with humor. The tightness in my chest eased at seeing her shed the hurt and embarrassment from before.

“Considering that you weren’t born to this,” I said, closing the distance between us, “and were thrown into having powers as an adult, you’ve been handling all of this incredibly well.”

She bit her lip and wound her arms around my back. “You say the sweetest things.”

“Just the truth.” I placed both hands on her waist and gave her a look laden with intention. “And here’s another—I’m going to bury my face between your legs now and not come up for air until you scream my name.”

I lifted her with ease, slung her over my shoulder, and walked to the bed in two quick strides. There, I draped her on the mattress like laying out a luxurious feast for myself, taking a moment to admire the curves of her body, the way she looked at me with complete trust, her lush lips parted on a sigh. It would take me nothing short of forever to worship her as she deserved.

Running both my hands down her hips and over her thighs, I then pushed her knees apart and dove in.

She uttered a strangled cry as my mouth hit her intimate flesh. I half groaned at her intoxicating scent, at the exquisite taste of her, and my cock jumped in response, painfully hard already. But I’d wait to take my own pleasure until I made her come apart a few times. Denying myself for a while heightened my own arousal and made the eventual climax all the more potent.

Holding her thighs to keep her open, I devoured her like a starving man. I knew her well enough to know she appreciated a full-on oral assault rather than more delicate play, and sure enough, she trembled under my hands, my mouth, her fingers clenching the sheets tightly.

I let my power wash over her like a breath of fire, heat and pressure tap-dancing up to her breasts, circling her nipples. When I used my energy to pinch the hardened nubs, she cried out, and the lust rocketing through her echoed through our bond.

She was close to the edge, her energy a glimmer in the air.

So, naturally, I let up a bit, withdrawing to trail kisses up and down her thighs.

“Azazel,” she ground out.

“That’s neither begging nor screaming, love.” I dipped one finger into her and then slowly spread more of her juices around her already sensitive flesh. “Which means you’re not desperate enough.”

A tendril of her power wrapped around my cock and gripped me hard .

“Fucking hell, Zoe,” I choked out, my thoughts briefly hijacked by the bolt of lust shooting up from her touch.

“I could always finish the job myself.” She glared at me as she slid one hand to her pussy.

I snatched that hand before it made contact and had it pinned next to her head all in the blink of an eye. Kneeling over her and holding the offending hand in place, I sent her a narrow-eyed glower. “Nice try.”

She smirked, and then her lips parted and her eyes half closed as she uttered a soft moan, and I knew without checking that she was using her own power on herself.

I bit back a curse. That devious, contrary streak of hers would be my undoing. For a moment, I was torn between watching her pleasure herself—the thought was hot enough to make me pause—and maintaining control of her.

In the end, I opted for the latter. She was provoking me for a reason, namely to push me into truly subduing her.

So I sent her a dark smile heavy with threat and then flooded her with my power.

She jerked and sucked in a harsh breath, her eyes opening wide. Her energy flickered, quickly overlaid by mine. Before, without the bond, this wouldn’t have been so easy, but with the new connection between us, it was possible for me to make my power overwhelm hers. The open pathway between our souls allowed me to inundate her with my energy to the point where her grasp on her own faltered.

It wasn’t painful. More like a massive, slightly smothering hug from me in energetic form.

I felt the echo of what it was like for her through our bond, knew that she wasn’t panicked, merely startled and flabbergasted.

“How did you do that?” she said with a gasp.

I gave her my smuggest smirk. “I work in mysterious ways.”

She made a sound of frustration, wriggling in my hold, obviously trying to claim control of her power again.

I clucked my tongue and renewed the rush of my energy over hers. “Now that we’ve got that sorted…”

Flipping her around, I restrained her wrists with a portion of my power and then lifted her hips so she was on her knees, her upper body still on the mattress. More of my magic caressed her, moving down her spine, around and up again to circle her nipples, teasing her with sizzling pulses.

Uttering soft sounds of arousal, she yielded to me. I’d never grow tired of this moment when she allowed herself to fall and settled into letting me take control.

One hand on her hip, gripping her hard, I trailed the fingers of my other hand through her slick folds, making her quiver. The spike of her pleasure hit me through the bond, and I hummed in appreciation.

“Are you ready to beg?”

Her energy underneath mine trembled, and she wiggled her hips a little. “Yesss.”

I circled her clit, then brushed around her entrance, dipping my fingers inside just a little. “Let’s hear it.”

“Pleaaaase, let me come.” Her nails dug into the sheets. “Please, Azazel.”

I made a rough sound of delight. “I’ll never have enough of your sweet pleas.”

Tilting her hips further so her lower back was arched, I bent down and covered her with my mouth. She jolted and cried out as my tongue delved deep while I used my hand to rub over her clit.

She flew apart with a drawn-out moan, shaking underneath my hands and mouth. Her energy lit up in coruscant explosions of pleasure, and the overwhelming rush of her climax flowed over to me through the bond.

It took a considerable amount of restraint for me not to spill my load right then under the influence of her orgasm. That would have been embarrassing.

With my own need tightly locked down, I continued to lick at her, now using my power to work her intimate flesh, making sure she felt rubbing pressure and thrilling heat all over her sensitive skin. She shuddered as another climax hit her, and before that one had ebbed, I straightened and aligned my cock to thrust inside her.

She uttered a husky moan when I entered her, her pleasure wrapping around me, pulsing within me, mingling with mine in a tangle of emotions and sensations. The feel of her—tight, hot, wet—made me inhale sharply, my fingers digging harder into her hips.

Driven by my own need that was perilously close to snapping its leash, I moved, drawing in and out at increasing speed and ferocity, relishing the slick slide and the way her inner muscles gripped my cock. My power twisted around her clit, her nipples, and the sounds she made became more desperate.

Laying one hand on her back, I gave her a rough command. “Wings out.”

Her breath shuddering, she obeyed and extended her beautiful black wings, that obsidian splendor I’d never thought I’d see on her when we’d first come together.

Keeping up my hard and fast pace, I bent over her to wrap my hands around the upper arches of her wings, right on the spot that was the most sensitive to touch.

Zoe screamed, and the sharp jolt of pleasure coming from her made my rhythm falter for a second. Tightening my grip, I held her by her wings while I thrust into her, much like I used to fuck her with her hair clenched in my fist.

And it had the same effect, only ramped up by multitudes.

“ Azazel! ”

Her entire body shook violently as another climax ravaged her, and she kept moaning throughout, her intimate muscles pulsing around my cock. Her wings fluttered with her helpless ecstasy. It was all I could do not to succumb to the flood of pleasure echoing over from her.

Sliding my arm around to her front, I lifted her upper body until her back met my chest, the silken weight of her wings pressed between us. I still pumped in and out of her while moving my hand up to her throat, where I squeezed a little. It made her pussy clench around me.

Grabbing her jaw, I tilted her head to the side, exposing the curve of her neck. My hunger for her a storm of fire in my blood, I leaned down and licked over her racing pulse.

“Yes,” she hissed.

My fangs extended with dull, throbbing pain, which was eclipsed by the rush of pleasure when I bit her, and the lush, heavy taste of her blood flooded my mouth. Zoe trembled, her wings rustling as she snapped them open further, the intense deluge of her euphoria flowing into me.

I brought my wrist up to her mouth, and she grabbed my arm, licking once over my pulse before she bit me. My thrusts became erratic at the force of the exhilaration that slammed into me from how she sucked my blood. I felt every damn pull on my vein down to my painfully hard cock.

The flutter of her pussy around me heralded her orgasm, and I finally let go. Ramming into her with unbridled ferocity, I shuddered as my own climax rolled through me with explosive force. She’d released my wrist, and I held her with one hand on her breast, the other around her throat while we rode out our pleasure.

Eventually, I brought us both down on the mattress, her back still to my chest, her wings still out and sandwiched between us.

We lay there for a long time, the silence one of contentment and peace, while I softly stroked her feathers. The afterglow blanketed us in fuzzy warmth, pinging back and forth along our bond.

My eyes on the sated, soft, pliable form of the woman I loved, I knew one thing for certain. I would have gone to war against Lucifer himself for her. Nothing in my life had ever made me lose reason like this. She was my madness, my obsession, obliterating all sense of rationality.

When it came to her, my possessiveness knew no bounds.

And on that note…

I twirled a lock of her hair around my finger and quietly said, “I spoke to Naamah.”