Her breath warmed his neck. A rough laugh rumbled through her chest, vibrating into his bones—no words, just that deep, guttural thunder that shook him to his core, igniting forbidden sparks.
Her pussy walls worked him rhythmically, squeezing in time like a hot, velvet fist claiming every throbbing inch of his cock.
Azrael made a sound between a whine and a whimper, raw and helpless.
'Can't breathe. Her Weight's crushing me. Too intense. I should push her off. I can't move my arms. She's enjoying this. She likes breaking her toys, watching them shatter under her.'
She pulled back, hands clamping his knees for leverage, nails biting like spurs.
She rode him hard, abdominal muscles rippling like coiled serpents beneath sweat-slicked green skin. Terrifyingly beautiful like this raw strength forged into savage lust, demanding he yield his soul along with his seed.
