Dipping her head and getting down on all fours, she flicked her tongue around his head, teasing him. Moving lower, she licked and sucked his balls, sliding her palm over his cock.
He took a steadying breath, willing himself not to throw her down and take her. The need to drive his cock deep inside her was nearly overwhelming.
She slowly licked the length of him, then took him into her mouth, running her tongue back and forth, eliciting a growl from him. Her head bobbing, she palmed his balls, her other hand at work on the base of his cock.
The sight of her fucking him with her mouth, her ass tilted up, glistening from the water, brought him close to coming. "Brianna—"
She sucked him harder, faster, tightening her hold on him. He tried pulling away, on the very edge of release, but she held firm, swirling her tongue around his head. When she took all of him into her mouth he lost control.
Every muscle in his body tensed as he came in her mouth. She sucked, swallowed, and took more. He held her head, reeling in pleasure as she licked him.
He turned off the shower with his powers, picked her up and brought her to her bed. He laid her out, relishing this moment and taking in her beauty. Her breasts were more than a handful, and he had the wicked image of sliding his cock between them as she opened her mouth to taste him once again.
Her waist was small, her hips perfection as they gave way to shapely legs which were slightly parted, allowing him to see her pink, swollen sex.
He fisted himself as he kneeled on the bed between her legs. He was already hard again, the sight of her on the bed pulling on every ounce of lust burrowed in his body. The connection he had with her was rare—he'd never felt this before.
"You're ready again?"
He grinned at the surprised look on her face. "We're just getting started, Bry."
Brianna's breath caught at the heated way he looked at her. The sweet way he had shortened her name. No one had ever called her Bry before. It was intimate. Endearing.
"Spread your legs wider. I want to look at you."
She could feel herself getting wet again. She was so sensitive down there from his earlier assault, she was sure only a touch would send her over the edge.
Life was so unfair. Five short days were all that remained to experience what Asmodeus had to offer. Only five days to see what was inside his heart. She'd had privileged glimpses of the softer side of him, the tender side, and she craved more.
With one finger, he slipped past her folds, edged his way inside, and withdrew. Taking his drenched finger, he teased her by gliding it around her clit, running his skilled hand everywhere between her legs. Everywhere but where she wanted him to touch the most.
She moaned, spreading her legs farther, begging him without words to bring his attention to where she throbbed.
"I love looking at you."
Her eyes half open, she looked at him, caught sight of the blackness that had spread in his eyes, the feral look that should terrify her. But in that moment she was his, would do anything he asked of her. He was becoming familiar. The sound of his voice, his touch, his face…everything.
With a flick of his finger he moved over her clit, causing her to jump and groan with pleasure. With both hands he spread her folds wide, staring into her core, causing her to become so aroused she whimpered. To be so exposed to him, to beg for his touch, broke down the barriers she had tried to build. Shattered them.
He slipped his finger inside, drawing out the wetness, spreading it all over her clit, massaging her. Teasing her. Her legs started shaking from his assault. "Asmodeus, please…"
He slid his body over hers, kissing her breasts, licking her nipples, nibbling on her neck. His weight on top of her was invigorating. Dominant. She nuzzled her face into his neck as he slid his length inside.
He stretched her as she dug her nails into his back. Jesus, he was big. Her muscles expanded, taking in his width and length.
"Are you okay?" he asked breathlessly.
He held back in fear of hurting her. In answer, she arched up to meet his hips, taking in more of him. He reined in his power, careful not to hurt her, and that made her want to cry. He was hers, she decided in that moment. He was hers for the short time left to her.
He groaned, driving himself inside of her. The pleasure was fierce, wicked and explosive. Moving his hips in a circular motion, he ground against her clit until she saw stars. She dug her nails into his back, teetering on the verge of orgasm. He thrust hard, his cock stretching her to the limit as spasm after spasm rippled through her. She cried out his name, her cheek next to his, her arms securely wrapped around him.
She was so tight now, all of her muscles contracted in blinding ecstasy. He growled, and she felt him grow and twitch inside of her as his body tensed. He thrust twice more, each lacking the intensity of the last. Finally, on a sigh, he grew still, his forehead against hers.