Azrael's Light [Demon Runners of Unearth] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Amy J. Hawthorn

knees. Each gentle motion of his hands on her legs rocked her body against the silk. The movements echoed across her mound, her belly, and her breasts. Languorous heat replaced icy tension as he pushed the fur higher until it lay on the small of her back, leaving her bare from the waist down.
    She tried to turn and face him, but heavy hands pressed her hips flat into the bed.
    “But I want to see—”
    “No.” He held her as if waiting until he was satisfied she’d obey. Then the bed dipped as he shifted to sit between her splayed legs. His hands returned to knead the tops of her thighs, turning her legs into melted butter. When his thumbs slid down to skim the creases where her inner thighs met her sex, her will crumpled.
    He seemed to need to do this for her. She had no idea why, but she needed the comfort as well. Why not accept it and enjoy one of the few pleasures she might receive for the next century or two? Physical relationships fell in the unnecessary attachments category and would be cut from her life, just as her friends would be.
    Hot palms pressed on her inner thighs and spread her legs farther apart, exposing every inch of her pussy. Gentle thumbs traced the outer folds of her sex in a repetitive, hypnotizing motion. She melted beneath his attention, becoming a liquid and pliant slave. As he worked the heat back into her body, each movement rubbed the tips of her breasts against the sheets, sending more electric sensations to her pussy.
    She ached to wrap her arms around him and pull him into her. Unable to fight the urge, she turned to reach for him. In response, he growled a terse “No” and then bit her on the cheek of her ass in a punishing sting, making her wild with need.
    Helpless, without pride, she begged, “Please, I need you.”
    “You have me.”
    “No, I need you inside me. Now.”
    “Here? You want me here?”
    She nodded. It was all she could do not break down and sob her plea. The trembling of his hands across her ass gave her the smallest flicker of hope he would give her what she needed.
    “What part of me do you want in here?”
    A single digit slid inside her pussy, slow and sinuous. Curving forward, it brushed the most sensitive spot of her body in a whisper soft caress, electrifying her. He held her trapped on the brink of something both wondrous and terrifying. And he knew she was helpless to do anything about it.
    “Tell me. Is this what you crave? Or is there something else I have that you need?” Low, husky, and sinful, his words held as much devastating power as his touch. Another touch so terribly light she feared it was only her imagination feathered against her G-spot. She clenched, trying to hold it closer but he pulled it out with tortuous care. Mindless, all she could do was whimper as the wicked digit denied her.
    “Not good enough for you, princess? Well, we can’t have that, now, can we?” The bed dipped, and one muscled arm slid up her side. A hand tucked under to find her breast, and devious, damp fingers found an aching nipple. With a light tug and a firm grasp, he sent ripples of ecstasy barreling into her pussy. The fur on her back slid away and was replaced with the hot press of his body against hers.
    “Is this what you want? It’s all I have, but surely it will feed your hunger.” The blunt head of his cock nudged between the slick folds of her pussy. “Answer me, Diane. Will this suffice?”
    “Yes, Azrael, gods, please.” The head of his cock pressed in and he paused. He nuzzled just beneath her ear and between his shaky breaths kissed her there tenderly. His free hand palmed the area between her hips and tilted her pelvis just so.
    “I’ve got you. Let go.” And he plunged his cock forward, filling her and stealing her breath. Biting her shoulder in a careful grip, he rode her in a ruthless, merciless pace. He filled her with his heat and surrounded her with his warmth. Each thrust of his cock forced the remnants of the chill farther