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“Years of practice,” he rumbled.
“Is everything okay?”
He nodded. His cock twitched beneath me, I ground my hips in circles against him, and he groaned, growing hard again.
“Are you never satiated?” I whispered.
“That does seem to be the case with you,” he answered. “I wonder why that is?” A menacing twinkle in his eyes injected a spike of adrenaline through me. It warned me to jump up and run away, naked through the streets. Some deep subconscious part of me knew he’dkill me if I made the wrong move. But then, why would I think that? He hadn’t in Devil’s Delirium. He’d just spend hours worshiping me. He was literally underneath me, shuddering at the feel of my fingers skimming his skin.
Even though I’d teased him about his gluttony, I was feeling just as ravenous. I raised my hips and wrapped my hand around his cock, reveling in his girthy heat. My core twitched hard, ready for him again. I guided the head to my wet and ready cunt, then sunk down slowly.
We both groaned in pleasure as I rose and fell over him lazily as my hands roamed his glorious pectorals, biceps, shoulders, face, hair. I skimmed down to his legs, leaning back to reach all the way to his ankles, letting my head fall back before returning upright again. He stared up at me, eyes all hazy, fingers dug into the bedsheets, rocking his hips to the tempo I’d set.
This wasn’t a feral frenzy; it was a quiet exploration of each other. It was lascivious admiration. I sighed in deep contentment, refusing to let the feeling of discordance disturb me.
I had my freedom, and it came with an immortal sex god who worshiped me.
I wasn’t going to look that gift horse in the mouth.
Not yet.
Chapter Forty-Five: The Seraphim’s Dilemma
Maverick
As Tess trailed herglowing fingers up and down my arms, I stared at her, trying to stay present. Her skin felt divine. Not literally—most of the seraphim that I’d fucked felt as droll as the humans—but she did something to me. She made me feel some kind of way I’d never felt, not in thousands of years.
I’d had thousands of lovers, and they all elevated me to king of their world. Being with Tess made me feel like a lowly farm boy. With her, I understood what Wesley did for Buttercup in The Princess Bride.“As you wish, my love.”I hadn’t uttered the phrase. I couldn’t. I also couldn’t go away and come back more powerful than what Ialready was for her.
It had to be a trick.
She had to be a new kind of seraphim hunter trying to get her claws in me. They’d never used whores before, and I had no defenses for it.
The strategy was genius, and an insult to my intelligence.
She felt made for me, but she was made for torturing me. She came to show me what perfect ecstasy felt like, and then she’d drag me to Hell, and I’d never see her again.
The mere idea made me squirm with revulsion.
“Are you okay?” she asked, voice soft and unsteady. Her pupils were dilated, her features tense, and she shuddered.
I schooled my expression, trying not to grit my teeth too much. I didn’t want to tip her off that I knew who she was. Not yet. “I’m… hungry. Are you hungry?”
She bit her lip, the indecision thrumming from her. It went straight to my cock, twitching. Readying. Her lip twisted and pulled against her incisors, beckoning me to devour her again.
What the actual fuck is wrong with me?
“Not really, but what do you have in mind?”
I swallowed a groan and ran my hand over my head.
Tess couldn’t be seraphim.
Definitely not a hunter.
She was human.
A witch. The glowing thing was a mystery, but it didn’t have to mean the worst.
