Page 11 of Azure Mania

Yvonne rips my shirt, tearing through the thin material. Two buttons pop off, falling to the floor and I waste no time in removing the ruined fabric, tossing it aside. Her eyes flick to my chest, to the bulge in my pants, before returning back to my face.

Her expression changes.

That soft shade of light blue, darkens, the look she gives me making me halt. She licks her bottom lip, then pulls me into another kiss. It’s different this time, it’s charged with hatred. All the tension that’s been building between us, for God knows how long and she’s not even trying to draw the line. As a matter of fact, she’s using the line as a jump rope.

She bites my lip hard, moaning in the process. Something in me twists and turns at the sound, the provocation clear in the air. The little bitch is doing it on purpose, trying to see how far she can push me before I snap.

Unfortunately for her, I’ve never possessed any self-control.

My hand wraps around her throat, slamming her down into the mattress and ripping the pyjama bottoms off her in one loud tear. Lo and behold, she has nothing underneath. My eyes flick down, staring at the moisture between her thighs, the glistening scene making me suddenly hungry.

She’s fucking starving, too.

My fingers glide between her folds, and I can’t help but smirk as she squirms. Her mouth parts a little, a soft exhale slipping through. Fuck, she’s so much wetter than I ever could have anticipated.

I tease around her entrance, my finger probing her slightly. Her eyes roll to the back of her head, and I take that as an invitation, my eyes closing as soon as I push my middle finger inside. She clenches around it, and I can tell it’s been a while for her.

“Fucking hell,” I mumble, jaw clenching.

My finger moves just enough to build up anticipation for her, yet slow enough to keep her on the edge. My eyes zero in on the vein pulsating on the side of her neck. I lick my lips, and without any semblance of control I lean in, sinking my teeth into her soft flesh.

Yvonne’s blood tastes like a high I’ve been chasing all my life and didn’t know I needed. This first taste, creating an addiction I know I won’t be able to curb, without serious intervention. Just like her, it’s sweet, yet venomous. My throat aches as the liquid slides down, yet I cannot seem to stop.

She pushes herself onto my finger, trying to find more, her moans making the experience more exhilarating. Her hand reaches for my pants and she’s quick to pull them down, my cock springing free.

I pull back, her ichor dripping down my chin. Yvonne’s breath hitches at the sight and as if she’s under the same spell, she leans in, licking the blood off.

A low, growling sound comes from the back of my throat, and it’s when the last of my restraint snaps. I pull back from her, grabbing her thighs and throwing her legs apart.

Without any warning, I push my cock inside of her.

Chapter 7

Yvonne

This is completely irrational.

In fact, there isn’t a single good thing about this current situation. I can give a million explanations as to why this is terrible idea, why this was wrong on every level. The main one being… I. Hate. Him. My blood boils at the mere thought of him, of what he did to the people I considered my family.

Yet, here we are.

The moment he sinks his cock into me; my mind goes blank. A soft moan slips from my throat, my nails digging into the silken sheets beneath me. I can’t take my eyes off him, he looks fucking feral.

That damned shade of red in his eyes makes my heart skip a beat, so loud I can hear it. I know the bastard can hear it, too. He doesn’t comment on it, instead, he shoves his cock as deeply inside of me as he possibly can, causing my eyes to roll back in my head.

“Fucking hell,” he groans, the deep, silky voice making goosebumps erupt all over my body. “You take my cock so well, you filthy little slut.”

The taste of my own blood on my tongue sends my mind into a frenzy, paired with the degradation and I suddenly can’t control my body. I clench around him, feeling that familiar sensation begin to build in the pit of my stomach.

Closing my eyes was a mistake because when I open them again, he grips my chin, forcing me to look at him, only at him. I can’t escape the craziness of his intense eyes. He holds my chin tighter, promising to leave a mark behind, but I don’t care.

“Don’t call me that,” I breathe out, trying to hold onto the thin thread of the control remains in my body. But my defense is weak, almost as weak as the decision to stop all of this.

Lucifer smirks. “Why not? That’s what you are, no? A perfect, little slut, taking the cock of her enemy so well,” he murmurs, leaning in and dragging his tongue all over the spot where he bit me, “I never knew how eager you were for me, Little Lamb.”

I’m not sure if it’s the nickname, or the fact that he can see right through me that makes another wave of desire flood my system. I grow wetter with each sharp, brutal thrust of his hips, my head falling back against the pillow.

“Fuck you, you bastard.”