7. Josephine

CHAPTER SEVEN

JOSEPHINE

W ith a growl, Azrael crushed his mouth to mine. The kiss was like a lightning strike, igniting my veins and setting my heart racing. His lips were searing hot, the scrape of his stubble a delicious counterpoint to the softness of his tongue. I moaned into his mouth as he deepened the kiss, losing myself in the taste and feel of him.

I ran my fingers down his bare chest, tracing the lines of his glyphs and the ridges of his muscles. They tensed and flexed under my touch, sending a shiver of desire through me. My head spun with the heady combination of power and lust.

Azrael's hands roamed over my body, cupping my ass and pulling me closer. His rock-hard length pressed against my hip, and I gasped at the sensation. He was enormous, and the thought of feeling him inside me was both terrifying and thrilling.

"Josephine," he rasped, breaking the kiss for only a moment before claiming my mouth again. His hand tangled in my hair, holding me against him as his tongue explored every inch of my mouth.

I gave myself over to the sensations, letting go of all my inhibitions and doubts. I wanted this, wanted him more than I'd ever wanted anything.

Our hands moved with a frantic urgency, desperate to touch and explore every inch of each other. Another moan escaped my lips as he palmed my breasts through my shirt. I arched into his touch, his thumbs circling my hardened nipples and sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me.

His other hand slid down my back to rest on my hip, guiding me into a slow grind against him. Heat blossomed low in my belly, and my breaths quickened. Even through my jeans, the slide of his cock against my core was maddening, a sweet torture that left me wanting more. My hips moved of their own accord, chasing the pleasure.

Azrael's free hand tangled in my hair, tilting my head back. "You like that, little dove?" he murmured, his lips trailing down my neck. "You like the feel of my cock against your sweet pussy?"

I could only moan in response, my head falling back to give him better access. His hands worked under my shirt, peeling away the fabric between us. In a moment, I was laid bare before him, my skin flushed and aching with need.

"You smell so fucking good," he growled, mouth closing around a nipple. "I can't wait to feel you clenching around my cock."

I gasped, my eyes fluttering closed as pleasure spiked through me. "Azrael, please," I begged, my hips stuttering against his. "I need?—"

"I know what you need." His lips claimed mine in a fierce kiss, his tongue dueling with mine as our passion rose. He broke away, his breath hot against my ear. "But first, I want to taste you."

Before I could respond, he swept me off my feet and carried me through a swirl of shadows. We appeared on a massive stone throne, the back carved with intricate glyphs. I sank back against the smooth surface, my heart pounding.

Azrael knelt before me, his eyes blazing with hungry flames. "Relax, little dove. Allow me to pay tribute."

I bit my lip, my cheeks flushing as he hooked his fingers under the waistband of my jeans. He took his time dragging the denim over my hips and thighs, kissing and biting every inch of my newly exposed skin. I writhed against the cool stone, my need building with every touch.

As my jeans were tossed aside, the reaper caressed my thighs, spreading them wide. I inhaled sharply as he leaned in, his breath ghosting over my sensitive skin. "You are a goddess," he murmured, his lips brushing against my inner thigh.

His fingers traced the curve of my hip, the soft skin of my inner thigh. I squirmed, the anticipation coiling tighter and tighter in my belly. "Azrael," I whimpered. "I need you."

"Patience, my queen." He chuckled, his fingers sliding infuriatingly close to my hot center. "I am your devoted worshiper. Let me serve you."

I moaned, my hips arching off the throne as he stroked me. His thumb circled my clit, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me. "Please," I begged, my hands gripping the stone armrests for support. "More."

My head fell back as his mouth descended on my throbbing clit, his tongue lashing against me with expert precision. I cried out, my body bowing off the throne as pleasure exploded through me. His grip tightened, pinning me in place as he feasted on me, licking and sucking until I thought I would lose my mind.

The pressure built in my core, winding tighter and tighter with every flick of his tongue. I bucked against him, my fingers tangling in his hair. "Don't stop," I panted, my voice ragged. "Oh fuck, please don't stop."

He growled against my pussy, the vibration sending shocks through my system. He plunged his tongue inside me, then returned to my clit, his mouth moving furiously against me. My legs trembled as I careened toward the edge, teetering on the brink of oblivion.

And then I shattered, my vision whiting out as my orgasm crashed over me. I screamed, my back arching and my hips grinding against his face. Azrael gripped me tighter, holding me in place as wave after wave of pleasure washed through me. I was drowning in ecstasy, lost in the storm of sensation.

Finally, I collapsed against the throne, my breathing ragged and my skin slick with sweat. My heart pounded in my ears, my pulse roaring as I drifted back to earth.

"Fucking exquisite," Azrael growled, his hands still gripping my thighs. "I want to take you in every way imaginable. I want to make you scream my name as you come on my cock, over and over again."

The words sent a fresh wave of arousal coursing through me. I forced my eyes open, meeting the molten gaze of the reaper between my legs. He stared up at me like I was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, like he was a starving man and I was the only sustenance he would ever crave.

Like I was a queen.

Like I held the power.

I nudged him back, and he complied without hesitation. I stood, my legs trembling as I lowered myself to straddle his lap. His fingers trailed up my spine, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

I leaned into him, my body molding to his, seeking more of that electric touch. I wanted it everywhere. On my skin. In my blood. Consuming me until there was only him and the fire.

Azrael's thumb brushed the curve of my bottom lip, sending shivers down my spine. "You don't know what you do to me," he whispered.

But I knew. I felt the same inferno raging inside me, devouring my doubts and fears. The fire burned away my inhibitions, leaving only desire in its wake. I wanted to be consumed. I wanted to feel the heat of his body against mine. I wanted to know what it was like to fall apart in his arms.

I raised my hips and settled over him, the thick head of his cock poised at my entrance. His eyes burned into me as I slowly sank onto him, the stretch and fullness driving the air from my lungs.

"Fuck," he hissed, his fingers digging into my hips and urging me on. "That's it, Josephine. Take all of my cock."

I rested my forehead against his, my hands clutching his broad shoulders as I adjusted to his size. Slowly, I began to move, rolling my hips and savoring the feel of his cock sliding in and out of me. Azrael's hands roamed over my body, gripping and stroking, igniting every nerve ending.

He kissed me again, his tongue plunging into my mouth as his cock drove into me. I rode him harder and faster, my body responding to his touch like a tinder to a flame. Our skin grew slick with sweat, the room filled with the sounds of our panting breaths and moans.

"That's it, my queen." He bent his head and licked one nipple, then sucked the other between his lips before releasing me with a groan. "Ride me until you're spent."

I was drunk on the pleasure, my hips moving of their own volition as I sought release. He reached between us, his fingers finding my clit and circling it with perfect pressure. My body clenched around him, my second climax fast approaching.

The reaper's expression darkened with possessive hunger as his fingers dug into my flesh. He rocked his hips, thrusting deeper and harder than ever before. My breath caught in my throat, my eyes locking with his. I couldn't look away, even as the pleasure crested and swept me away.

"Come for me," he demanded, his voice rough with the strain of his own pleasure. "Come for me, and we'll remake this realm as you see fit."

I threw my head back, a moan tearing from my throat as the waves of pleasure crashed over me. The green flames of his eyes flared huge, and he followed me a moment later, his own cry echoing off the stone walls as he emptied himself inside me.

I slumped forward, resting my head on his shoulder and enjoying the feel of his skin against mine. His fingers trailed up and down my spine, the touch soothing and exhilarating all at once. I sighed, my muscles relaxing and my body going limp.

The room blurred around us, the cool rush of shadows settling over my skin. Then warmth. Absolutely exquisite warmth.

He'd returned us to the pool of bathing chamber, deep enough for the water to lap at our chests.

"I think I'll fuck you here next, Josephine." Azrael's whisper tickled my ear. "I'll let you wash and relax, but I won't be able to stop from grabbing this ass or tasting those perky tits. I'm going to work you boneless with my fingers, and fuck you against the ledge."

I shuddered, my body instantly responding to his filthy words. I shifted in his arms, then bit back a groan at the friction. "And after that?"

"On your knees, in our bed. That mouth. That tight cunt." A dark chuckle vibrated against my skin. "Or maybe we'll try out the throne again."

"Insatiable." The word was more a gasp than a taunt, especially when he rolled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

He caught my chin and brought my eyes to his. The flames had subsided to a low glow, banked by the satisfied expression on his face. He dipped his head, and I tasted myself on his lips, a mix of salty and sweet.

"Every imaginable way," he repeated in that deliciously deep voice. He broke into a wicked grin. "There are so many options for how I can defile you."