clasped her hips in his palms and showed her the rhythm he wanted which was a slow, writhing dance of seduction. He wanted to last, didn’t want to spill inside her after a handful of strokes. He wanted to be inside her all night, wanted to be seduced and lured by the call of her body and the vice of her pussy.
He was watching her, Eve knew it. She could feel the heat of his beautiful gaze travelling along her pale body as she hovered above him. She was in a shaft of moonlight, and knew that the silver glow gave a luminescence to her body. He could see everything of her, and she could see nothing of him. What did he think of her?
“I think you look stunning riding my cock.”
His big hands were travelling up her hips and over to her waist where they rested on her ribs. She felt his gaze burning her nipples, and knew then that he was watching the sway and bounce of her breasts. Suddenly he covered them with his hands, and she saw the way they were too big, spilling out of his palms.
With a smile she tossed back her head and listened to the harshness of his breaths as she leaned back, giving him a full view of her undulating body on top of him. She writhed and moaned and stroked her hands along her body, sensitising her already heightened flesh. He moaned, sighed, surged his hips upwards, filling her harder as he watched her dance of seduction.
“You fuck like a Succubus,” he said, his voice now a low growl in the dark. “A beautiful demoness, sucking the life out of me. It is a torture I’d willingly die for.”
The bed was rocking with her thrusts, as were her breasts. Eve rode her lover harder and harder, and still he wanted more. When she grew tired, and her thighs burned, he helped her, thrusting his hips up, filling her impossibly further and deeper, unrelenting in his strokes until she was sweating.
And then, knowing she was so close, he found her clitoris and stroked it, pulled at it, until she screamed and stiffened and then fell onto his damp chest.
“Eve,” he murmured softly as he brushed the hair that covered her face. “You are aptly named. You are a creature of temptation, and like Adam, I enjoyed every illicit taste you’ve offered.”
Chapter Eight
“Where the hell have you been?”
Anael studied the man sitting across from him. Richard Stokes was still an asshole. “You called upon me, you wanted my services. It doesn’t mean you fucking own me.”
“Yeah?” Richard asked, his eyes flashing malevolently. “Well so far, I haven’t got dick out of your services.”
“So far, you haven’t deserved them.”
“Since when did God’s angels become moral judges?”
Anael felt his temper begin to rise. Richard Stokes was becoming a thorn in his ass. He didn’t like the mortal. Not that he’d cared much for the other mortals he’d helped in the past, but this one…this human male was different. There was something dark and sinister about this one. The others, they’d all been awkward and unsure around women. But not this one. Richard knew his way around women, even felt confident with them. If the way he was eyeing up their waitress was any indication, he had years of experience behind him.
Which made Anael sit back and really look at Richard Stokes. “Why do you need me?”
Richard’s lips curled up in a mockery of a smile. “It’s not to get my rocks off, that’s for sure. I have no problems landing chicks in my bed, it’s one particular chick I can’t seem to get there.”
“And why does it matter about this particular one, when you’ve already said you have no shortage of female flesh. And don’t tell me you’re in love. Because I’m not buying that. You love no one but yourself.”
Richard saluted him with his beer bottle. “Bingo.”
“Why am I here?”
“You’re helping me get the woman I want.”
“Who is this woman?”
Richard reached into the pocket of his coat and pulled out a folded piece of newspaper. He slid it across the table to Anael.
He was watching her, Eve knew it. She could feel the heat of his beautiful gaze travelling along her pale body as she hovered above him. She was in a shaft of moonlight, and knew that the silver glow gave a luminescence to her body. He could see everything of her, and she could see nothing of him. What did he think of her?
“I think you look stunning riding my cock.”
His big hands were travelling up her hips and over to her waist where they rested on her ribs. She felt his gaze burning her nipples, and knew then that he was watching the sway and bounce of her breasts. Suddenly he covered them with his hands, and she saw the way they were too big, spilling out of his palms.
With a smile she tossed back her head and listened to the harshness of his breaths as she leaned back, giving him a full view of her undulating body on top of him. She writhed and moaned and stroked her hands along her body, sensitising her already heightened flesh. He moaned, sighed, surged his hips upwards, filling her harder as he watched her dance of seduction.
“You fuck like a Succubus,” he said, his voice now a low growl in the dark. “A beautiful demoness, sucking the life out of me. It is a torture I’d willingly die for.”
The bed was rocking with her thrusts, as were her breasts. Eve rode her lover harder and harder, and still he wanted more. When she grew tired, and her thighs burned, he helped her, thrusting his hips up, filling her impossibly further and deeper, unrelenting in his strokes until she was sweating.
And then, knowing she was so close, he found her clitoris and stroked it, pulled at it, until she screamed and stiffened and then fell onto his damp chest.
“Eve,” he murmured softly as he brushed the hair that covered her face. “You are aptly named. You are a creature of temptation, and like Adam, I enjoyed every illicit taste you’ve offered.”
Chapter Eight
“Where the hell have you been?”
Anael studied the man sitting across from him. Richard Stokes was still an asshole. “You called upon me, you wanted my services. It doesn’t mean you fucking own me.”
“Yeah?” Richard asked, his eyes flashing malevolently. “Well so far, I haven’t got dick out of your services.”
“So far, you haven’t deserved them.”
“Since when did God’s angels become moral judges?”
Anael felt his temper begin to rise. Richard Stokes was becoming a thorn in his ass. He didn’t like the mortal. Not that he’d cared much for the other mortals he’d helped in the past, but this one…this human male was different. There was something dark and sinister about this one. The others, they’d all been awkward and unsure around women. But not this one. Richard knew his way around women, even felt confident with them. If the way he was eyeing up their waitress was any indication, he had years of experience behind him.
Which made Anael sit back and really look at Richard Stokes. “Why do you need me?”
Richard’s lips curled up in a mockery of a smile. “It’s not to get my rocks off, that’s for sure. I have no problems landing chicks in my bed, it’s one particular chick I can’t seem to get there.”
“And why does it matter about this particular one, when you’ve already said you have no shortage of female flesh. And don’t tell me you’re in love. Because I’m not buying that. You love no one but yourself.”
Richard saluted him with his beer bottle. “Bingo.”
“Why am I here?”
“You’re helping me get the woman I want.”
“Who is this woman?”
Richard reached into the pocket of his coat and pulled out a folded piece of newspaper. He slid it across the table to Anael.
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