Black Lace (Complete)

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍

Chapter Fifteen

I'm lost. Parched at sea. Be my water, be my salvation. Save me from this cruel world.

Save me from myself.

Something happened. I didn't know what. Yes, this was temporary. Yes, this would end. But the end felt so far. It was going farther and farther with each muffled moan that left my throat, trapped inside of my throat because my lips were sealed tight with Aziel's own.

I prayed for help. But god did not answer. Maybe he never would.

It was strange to kiss someone. It was wet and warm...soft, sloppy...pleasurable. I didn't know exactly how to move against him, so I didn't move much. He broke away for a second, sending his heavy, lusted breaths across my own wet lips, cooling them. It was good to feel cold in this insufferable heat.

Since when did suffering feel so good?

I wanted more.

I dived back in, kissing him with as much force as I could muster. His hands on my ass shifted to the bottom of my thighs, hefting me up against him. I felt him. Just like in my dream. Just like before. Him: hard. Me: wet.

Only this time it was real. Only this time I was awake.

My fingers desperately caressed his sharp jaw as we kissed, tracing the tough contour, brushing lightly along the small brussels of thick hair. His tongue slipped between my open lips, and he explored everything I had to offer. It felt like I was giving myself up. And he was giving back.

"Good girl," he gasped out through a labored breath, breaking from my lips momentarily. A small string of our saliva hung between our parted lips, connecting us like a web. Something about his appraisal urged me on. I ventured past his jaw...to his neck...his shoulders...his arms...his stomach... He was so beautifully sculpted, so perfectly made. He was a sight to behold and I feared if I did not behold him enough now, I'd never get the chance again.

I couldn't remember exactly when he'd lifted me from the counter and carried me back to his bed. I didn't even notice as he adjusted the locks on the doors. All I knew were the soft sheets below me and the warm man above me, ravishing my lips just as I did his.

My core was throbbing with heat at this point, ravaging in need of satiation. This man was the key to my completion, but he didn't know that. That was only him in my dreams. What were we doing, even? Kissing? Father and Mother would kill me.

Let them kill me, then, a voice in the back of my voice whispered, dark and sinister. How appealing it sounded right then. And how I feel into its trap. I might die by their hand, but at least I lived. And this—

His hips met mine. I felt the long girth of his cock press against my wet, wet core. Outlined though it may have been, through two layers of fabric, and I felt it. Goddammit, I felt it. So big. So hard.

He pressed his hips forward, pressing into me. I bucked my hips in response, a needy mewl escaping my lips. He pulled back for a moment, eyes taken over and hooded, so completely and entirely drowned with lust and need. His hair was all over the place, falling along the sides of his head and forehead.

"Fuck, baby." He grunted. I lifted my fingers to push his hair to the side, and his mouth dipped and started kissing along my neck. I shivered with each hot, wet kiss. I reveled in everything he gave me. He reveled in everything I gave in return. "Don't ever kiss your husband like this."

I frowned, but it was quickly wiped away by a strangled moan as he bit down. However lightly, however softly he kissed the pain away, I knew it would leave a mark.

"Is it...is it bad?" I asked hesitantly.

"No. Fuck no." His mouth fell just above my breast line, just about kissing the swollen flesh and biting down on my sensitive and hard nipples. He stopped himself, somehow, and returned to under my jaw. Each lick of his careful tongue was enough to send shivers down my spine. My back arched, pressing my core further into his erection. I groaned. He groaned.

"This?" He thrust his hips forward, digging into my pussy with sudden force. I gasped. He didn't make a noise, simply staring at me heatedly until I met his stare. When I did, my entire mouth parched. "This is only for me."

I didn't protest.

I tried to remind myself this was temporary. Maybe this, too, was a dream. I no longer felt the pain in my shoulder. All seemed to go away when Aziel was here, above me. His abdominal muscles flexed when I ran my fingers over them, feeling all along the hard contours of his abs.

He was fit for the fucking Gods.

"Not the Gods." He said suddenly, as if he heard my thoughts. For a moment I thought I'd said it out loud. My eyes widened. He kissed down on my neck, pulling his body away from me slightly. "It's a special combination, Romina. No god or angel lies on my back or mind. I am my own being."

I scrambled up into a sitting position, yearning for his touch again. My eyes fell to the straining erection beneath his pants, pressing through but not being released. I was sure my eyes were desperate and pleading for him to return to me. But he did not.

"What are you, Aziel?" I asked.

"Not a man." His smile was slow and careful, as if he knew something I did not. He did. He most certainly did.

Because this man was not my angel, he was not my god, and he was not my man.

He was, and I could not think of a more fitting term but this—

He was my devil.