Curse of the Fallen by Eve Archer

Chapter Thirty

Dominick

Need slammed through me as I pulled her to me, my mouth claiming hers. I wanted to be gentle, but the days of separation coupled with the fear of losing her made it impossible. She moaned softly as she opened her mouth to me, and I almost groaned out loud at the sweet taste of her. Despite everything we’d done before she was abducted, her movements were almost tentative and shy, which stoked my raging desire even more.

“I can’t go slow,” I said, when I finally tore my lips from hers.

Ella’s blue eyes were half-lidded as she breathed heavily, her hands clutching my collar for balance. “I don’t want you to go slow. I need you now.” She fisted her hands even tighter, jerking me closer. “And I need it hard, Dominick. I need to know I’m yours.”

With a growl, I set my mouth upon her neck, kissing and biting my way down her exposed throat as she tipped her head back and gasped. The velvety hum vibrated against my lips, sending tremors down my spine and making my cock swell and strain against my pants.

Lifting her from the stool, I carried her over to the heavy wooden table and lowered her onto it, sweeping some papers onto the floor. Now that she was lying on her back, I had an even better vantage point to tease her entire body. Picking up where I left off, I licked a long line down her neck until I reached her breasts, tugging down the neckline of her silky pajama top.

“These perfect breasts are mine,” I said before capturing one hard nipple roughly in my mouth.

When Ella arched her back and wrapped her legs around my back, I sucked harder. She might want me hard and fast, but I couldn’t deny myself the pleasure of her sweet body first—or her seductive noises. Moving to the other nipple, I flicked and sucked until she was rocking beneath me, her moans filling the kitchen. If there were any of the Fallen nearby, our sounds would cause them to retreat.

“What else is yours?” she asked between gasps of pleasure.

I slid my hand down between her legs, my fingers slipping easily through her wet folds. “This tight pussy is mine.” I drove two fingers inside her and was rewarded with a desperate cry as she rocked into me.

Ella grasped my face in her hands, pulling my head up so that her eyes met mine. “Show me how a fallen angel takes what’s his, Dominick.”

I knifed up, arousal scorching me as I pulled my fingers from inside her. She was mine, and I was going to fuck her so hard that she’d be branded by my scorching desire.

Her legs fell open, and she licked her lower lip. It seems she’d missed me as much as I’d missed her. But instead of spreading her legs and plunging my cock into her, I pulled her roughly to the end of the table and flipped her over so that her feet touched the floor, and she was face down on the surface.

She inhaled sharply as I jerked her pajama shorts down to the floor, exposing her ass. She twisted her face around to watch me as I undid my pants and let them drop and pool next to her silky, pink shorts, my cock springing up hard. Her pupils widened, and she made a hungry noise in the back of her throat.

“Give it to me, Dom.”

I moved her legs apart with my knees and dragged the crown of my cock through her folds. “You’re soaked for me.”

“I told you I needed you.”

I notched my cock at her opening and grabbed a fistful of her auburn hair, holding her with it as I entered her with a single hard stroke.

Ella bowed her back, letting out a delicious moan of satisfaction.

I tugged her by the hair as I lowered my head to hers, my lips brushing her ear. “Is that what you needed? You needed my big cock to fill you?”

Another throaty moan was her only response. I held myself deep inside her, savoring the tightness of her heat and the ragged way she sucked in breath. I pulled out slowly then stroked back in, sliding the hand that gripped her hip around until I’d found her clit.

Ella gasped as I swirled my finger around her slick nub, working it even as I thrust inside her with a steady rhythm. Using my grip on her hair, I pressed her face to the table so that her ass pointed higher. Her uneven breathing had become loud panting, her noises more desperate as my fingers worked deftly between her legs.

I finally released her hair and moved my hand to her ass, grabbing her cheek as I pounded into her. “So soft,” I murmured, kneading her ass and loving the way her flesh jiggled beneath my fingers.

Ella twisted her face around to look at me, her eyes wild. “You like watching?”

I growled, my gaze shifting from her perfect, plump ass down to where our bodies joined, her skin almost shimmering where I split her. “Your pussy is so tight, but you take me so well.”

Her eyelids fluttered. “I want to take all of you.”

I smiled, feeling her body teeter on the edge of release. I thrust faster as I gave her clit a gentle squeeze, then Ella threw back her head as her body jerked and quivered. The spasms around my cock sent ripples of pleasure through me, her body clenching mine even tighter as she came. She screamed my name as if it was a plea, and her breathy voice sent a possessive thrill through me.

Ella was mine. She’d always been destined to be mine, and there was nothing that could keep us apart. Not demons or treacherous angels or even my own doubts.

Grabbing her hips, I pumped her back on my cock, watching my rigid length disappear inside her again and again until a torrent of fiery sensations stormed through me, scorching my body and making me hammer into her one final time, holding myself deep while I pulsed hot.

I folded my body on top of hers, kissing my way up her spine until I reached the back of her neck, the hair damp with sweat and salty on my lips. She turned her face to meet mine, and I kissed her softly, sucking on her bottom lip before finally releasing it.

“I didn’t break you, did I?” I whispered, feathering more kisses on her jawline and down the shell of her ear.

She gave a small shake of her head. “You did the opposite. You made me whole.”

“Ella,” I husked, emotion tightening my throat. I kissed her again, overcome with how perfect she felt, and how right I felt when I was with her. There was some sort of celestial magic to our joining, an angelic synergy I’d never experienced before I’d touched her. And instead of the sensation wearing off like fleeting lust, it seemed to be growing stronger. Now, I couldn’t imagine being without her.

Ella let out a giggle. “I’m pretty sure the eggs didn’t fare so well, though.”

Swiveling my head to the stove, I saw the skillet and the scrambled eggs in it, which were most likely cold and rubbery. “It was worth it. I can always make you more eggs.”

“After that, I think I’m going to need them.”

I reluctantly pulled from her, slipping her pajama shorts up from the floor and helping her off the table. Glancing at the doorway, I was thankful that we hadn’t been interrupted. No one else needed to witness what had just happened.

Ella peered down at the wooden table. “I hope we aren’t going to eat on that.”

I pulled up my pants, turning quickly at the fast-approaching footsteps outside the kitchen. I recognized the footfall, and the urgency of the stride, a pang of guilt stabbing me. I’d been so preoccupied by Ella, the castle could have been under siege, and I wouldn’t have noticed.

Rami appeared in the doorway, his cheeks flushed, and his brow furrowed.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Mastema.”

My stomach lurched. “The prince of demons? Is he calling? Did he send a messanger?”

Rami’s jaw clenched. “He’s here.”