Asmodeus(66)
She began undressing, feeling a heaviness in her breasts, an aching between her legs. She pulled her black dress over her head, and before she finished with that task, he had unfastened her bra. A rush of anticipation left her breathless.
He slipped his hands into the waistband of her black thong and pulled it down her legs, kissing her inner thigh, behind her knee, her calf. She stepped out of the clinging piece of fabric, her hands on his shoulders for balance. As he stood back up he let his gaze wander all over her naked body.
She felt no embarrassment, only a gradual heat that traveled from her face and down to her core.
As he unbuttoned his shirt, she moved to unbutton his pants, her hands fumbling with the zipper.
"Fuck it."
Apparently patience wasn't one of his fortes. His clothes disappeared. She stood back and ran an appreciative eye over him. He was perfection personified. Muscles covered every damned spot on his body. His waist didn't dissolve into small hips. He was thick. Everywhere. Massive.
When she finally brought her eyes to his, she could see a faint smile tugging at his lips. He took her hand and stepped into the shower.
The water hit her back as she climbed in, and she recalled the first night he was here. What she had had to do to get him cooled down. He'd asked her to join…
She turned away from him, afraid he would read the fear in her eyes and mistake it for fear of him.
The tortures of the Abyss were taking hold again. She closed her eyes and tried desperately to will her fear away. She wanted to get lost in the feel of his hands, the strength of his body.
The water tickled her chest as she let go of her apprehension.
Asmodeus knew something was wrong when Brianna turned away from him. He couldn't shake the feeling that whatever she wasn't telling him had to do with her safety. After she had recognized the angels in Tony's, he knew she had been confronted by them. The question of what had transpired in that meeting remained.
Nothing would harm her as long as he remained by her side. He wouldn't allow it.
Dismissing any threat, he picked up the soap and lathered his hands. He had Brianna right where he had dreamed of having her, and thoughts of mayhem and alliances were not what he should be focusing on.
Not when she was naked and wet, her ass pressed against his erection, begging him to take her.
He brought his arms around her, running his soapy hands over her breasts, her throaty moan making his dick harder. Her long, wet hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, the water dripping from the ends. She leaned into him, pressing her body closer to his as he ran the pad of his thumb over her nipples.
Her head fell back against his chest, her eyes hooded, a slight smile on her lips. He leaned down and kissed her neck, aware of the trust she was giving him. Her hands settled on his hips, her nails digging into his skin, pulling him closer.
This was such folly, becoming involved with a human again. He knew better, yet the sounds Brianna was making goaded him. Her strength in the face of all that transpired brought out a protective streak he hadn't known existed.
He lowered his right hand, his finger dipping into the hot core of her sex. She groaned, her knees giving a little. "That's it, Brianna. Forget everything and focus only on this moment."
She pushed against his fingers, her hand coming to rest on top of his, holding him there. He took the hand covering his and guided her own fingers into the soft folds between her legs. Their fingers entwined as he massaged her clit, and she moaned with pleasure. He bent his legs and kneeled, turning her to face him, wanting desperately to taste her. When he leaned into her heat, licking the tender flesh, she moved her hand. He grabbed her wrist and brought it back. "Don't stop. Keep touching yourself."
She dipped a finger deep inside as he flicked his tongue across her clit, once, twice, suckling it as she fisted her other hand in his hair. As she withdrew her finger, glistening not only with water but with her own heat, he took it in his mouth, sucking gently.
He knew she would be passionate from their other encounters, but he had no idea just how much her passion would ignite his own.
As he licked and teased her, she put her hands on his shoulders, leaning heavily on him. Her moans came faster, louder and more guttural. He quickened his tongue, probing her core with his fingers until she fell apart in his arms.
She slid down to her knees in front of him, found his mouth, and angled her head to kiss him deeply. Emotions threatened to consume him as he held her close. She gave herself to him completely, her palms holding the sides of his face as his arms wrapped around her. She broke their kiss, her lips traveling down his neck, over his chest. She traced the lines of his abs with her tongue, making his cock so hard it was painful.