Wrath of the Fallen by Eve Archer

Chapter Twenty-Five

Dominick

Ella stared up at me, her pupils so wide they nearly swallowed up the blue of her eyes. I knew that look—desire warring with better judgment. It was the expression I’d seen on countless women’s faces before they followed me into a dark back room or a sinfully opulent hotel suite. I’d never seen it on Ella’s face because I’d always restrained myself with her, but being here in the dwelling of the demon prince, that restraint was slipping through my fingers.

I twisted my neck to one side, glancing away from her in an effort to rein in my need, but it was no use. Her angelic scent was too intoxicating, the buzz of my flesh when it touched hers too electrifying. I needed to feel her, needed to stake my claim on her, needed to possess every bit of her body and soul.

“Dominick,” she breathed, pulling my gaze back to her and destroying any chance I had for self-control.

Lust raged through me like an inferno as I drank in the sight of her lush body, her breasts quivering as she struggled against the fabric restraints I’d somehow known would be on the posters of the bed. It was a demon’s lair, after all.

Despite her pointless writhing, her chest was flushed pink, and her nipples were hard points, the flesh around them pebbled. She wanted me—she wanted this—as much as I did.

Dropping my head, I sucked one firm nipple into my mouth, her only response a sharp intake of breath followed by a moan as I swirled my tongue over her skin. The sweet taste of her and the small keening noises she made as I worked my mouth over first one breast and then the other made my cock ache. But I didn’t want to take her yet. First, I wanted to tease her until she was begging for me to fuck her.

I ripped my mouth away from her body, peering up at her face as she arched her head back, her eyelids fluttering. “Do you want me to untie you and let you sleep?”

She moaned and shook her head without opening her eyes.

“What do you want, Ella?” I slid myself down her body, lavishing kisses along her belly as I went.

Another breathy moan. I settled myself between her legs, pressing my mouth to her sex and humming. “Tell me.”

“I want you.”

“Mmmhmm,” I said, tasting her with just the tip of my tongue. “And what do you want me to do to you?”

She gasped, twisting her hips as I parted her, dragging my tongue through her slick folds and tasting her sweet desire for me. Her arousal sent need ravaging through me, and I opened her wider to me. I didn’t go slow or gentle; instead I sucked her with a ferocious intensity, savoring her cries as she bucked against the restraints.

When I could feel her on the brink, I slowed my pace, swirling my tongue languidly around her slick nub as she whimpered. Then I returned to my fast pace, flicking her until she was panting then slowing again.

“Dominick,” she begged.

“Be careful what you ask me for,” I warned her. “You know making a deal with me is like making a deal with the devil.”

At that moment, with her arms tied and her legs spread open for me, I did feel like the devil—meting out delicious torture and savoring her screams.

“I don’t care,” she moaned. “If you don’t let me come, I’m going to scream for one of the demons to come do it.”

I laughed, the dark rumble shaking my chest. “Now there’s the dark side I knew you had. Too bad I’m bad at sharing, angel. You’re mine, and only mine.” Although the thought of her being fucked by a demon fueled a possessive rage in me, the desire to punish anyone who dare touch her prickled my hot flesh.

“Prove it,” she hissed, her challenge provoking dormant desires that unfurled inside me like smoke.

When I slipped two fingers inside her, she sucked in a sharp breath, but didn’t have time to catch her breath before I was stroking them in and out as I sucked her swollen clit. Within seconds, her body tightened around me as she spasmed with her release, gasping my name as she came and going rigid against the restraints.

I didn’t wait for her to recover, knifing up and wrapping her legs around my waist. “Tell me what you want, Ella.”

I expected another sigh from her, but she lifted her head from the bed, her eyes molten and wild. “I want you to fuck me so hard even the demons tremble when they hear my screams.”

With an infernal roar, I plunged into her, loving the sound of her scream as I drove deep. I didn’t wait for her body to adjust to the rough intrusion, pulling out and thrusting in hard again. Her breasts bounced with each fierce stroke, her hands clenching the silk fabric that bound them.

I held her legs wide, gazing down at where I split her and groaning from the punishing tightness and the delicious heat. Then I let my gaze travel up her body to where she was tied to the bed, completely at my mercy as I pounded into her.

Fire flowed through my veins as the energy from the demon lair pulsed into me. Despite my own power as a fallen angel, Mastema’s power as the prince of demons was greater, more filled with dominance and wrath. I threw back my head as I let it wash over me, the pleasure of possessing Ella and controlling her pleasure enflaming me even more.

“You are mine,” I snarled when I looked down at my angel mate again. “Mine to possess and mine to fuck.” I thrust hard one final time before I pulsed hot into her. “From now until the end of time.”