Chapter 70: Chapter 70

DEVAS

“Say it again…” I whispered against her lips before kissing her again.

Slowly, demanding, as if I were stealing every breath from her. Evangeline trembled under my touch, her body an open flame, blazing for me.

Her bare skin glowed against me, soft and warm in my lap as my fingers slid slowly between her thighs, deliberately. Not forcefully. Just gently stroking.

Tantalizing. “I’m your angel…” she moaned, and her voice trembled as my fingertips finally brushed over her wet pussy.

It was no more than a fleeting touch, just enough to drive her crazy. I could hold her like this for hours.

On my lap, feeling my hard dick beneath her, without giving it to her. Without giving her release.

Her body was perfect in its despair. The way she pressed against me as if she was afraid I was going to push her away.

The circling movements of her, the way her hips instinctively searched for me every time I moved.

“Good girl,” I praised her, and she gasped as my hand slid back between her legs.

Slowly. Enjoying it.

Her lust was sweet and bitter at the same time. I could smell her, feel her dripping for me, and yet I let her suffer.

“So fucking wet for me…” I murmured against her neck.

It was a struggle for her, this stroking without entering her. Not yet.

Evangeline squirmed, her breasts pressed against my chest, her lips searching for my mouth. A deep kiss that left her breathless.

She was a fucking mess, and I loved it. She was so fucking wet, so ready, it was almost killing me.

But I wanted to hear how she said it. How she begged me.

“Are you so desperate for me, my angel?” I whispered, my fingertips gliding over her wings.

I could see the goosebumps on her skin, spreading across her feathers with each stroke I made. Evangeline bit her bottom lip hard as she slipped over my dick.

She wanted to feel me deep inside her. But I refused to thrust into her.

She moaned, her body twitched, and I could see the frustration in her eyes. Pure, unbearable emptiness.

Good. I’d been waiting for her for hundreds of years.

But Evangeline didn’t yet realize how much I desired her.

“Answer me,” I commanded as my free hand gently cupped her neck and forced her to look me in the eye.

Her lips were puffy, and her mouth was slightly open. The sweetness of her breath bewitched me, utter perfection.

“Please…” she whispered.

My eyebrow shot up.

“Please…what, my angel?” I asked, my voice stern.

Her fingers slid over my chest, down to my stomach, until she finally touched me. Her hands closed around my dick and for a moment I could only close my eyes.

This mere touch was almost too much. “Let me feel you,” she breathed. Her hands roamed over my stiff dick.

Her body was light as a feather when I lifted her by the hips. Her back stretched, and her skin glowed under my fingers.

Her pink, wet pussy glistened, ready, and as I pressed the plump tip of my cock against her entrance, I could feel her body tremble. But not out of fear, out of anticipation.

Then, without warning, I released her.

With a mute, throaty moan, she slid down onto me, taking me in, inch by inch, until my dick had completely disappeared inside her.

Her tight, hot pussy wrapped around me like a silky vice and for a moment I lost my breath. And so did she.

Her head lurched back, mouth slightly open, her gorgeous eyes wide. Evangeline’s fingers clawed into my shoulders, nails digging in as if she had to hold on.

To keep from breaking against this overwhelming fullness, I let her get used to my size.

Let her suffer. Let her enjoy it.

“Oh God…” she moaned.

Her voice trembled, hips jerking as if her body didn’t yet know whether to fight back or pull me deeper.

I grinned, pulled out almost completely—only the tip remained inside her—before I spread her open again with a single, hard thrust.

“I’m not God, my angel…” I growled, my hands on her hips, pressing her tighter against me.

“But I will send you to heaven anyway,” I whispered.

And then I slowly began to move inside her. Each thrust drove her higher, each withdrawal made her moan.

I could feel her muscles contracting thickly around mine, as if she never wanted to let me go again. Her breasts bounced, her breathing became hoarse, and her lips formed my name.

Over and over again, as if my name was the only thing she knew. I could feel everything.

The heat. The wetness.

The way she stretched, but didn’t give in. The way my dick pulsated inside her every time I pushed against her tightest point.

And then our souls joined. I could feel what she was feeling, see her thoughts as if they were my own.

Evangeline clutched at my forearms, her fingers digging into my skin as if she wanted to hold on to me against the overwhelming force of our connection.

She could hardly withstand the intensity either—I could feel her body shivering under the flood of my emotions, her breath catching as if she was drowning in me.

She gasped. A quivering moan escaped her lips as she stumbled through my feelings as if they were a labyrinth that both terrified and enchanted her.

And I let her. I opened myself up completely, without resistance, without fear.

I showed her everything: the tender affection that glowed in my chest, the unprotected vulnerability that I revealed to no one else, and this unbridled passion that burned like a fire inside me and consumed everything.

“Devas…” she breathed, her voice breaking under the weight of what she saw in me.

“Yes, ~my~ Angel,” I responded.

My whisper merged with her breath as I pulled her closer to me until there was no space between us.

Her body pressed against mine, every muscle tense, as if she was trying to force herself inside me. Evangeline leaned her forehead against mine, and I could feel her trembling with a devotion so overwhelming that it shook me.

“I love you,” she whispered.

Her words were barely more than a broken whisper, but they pierced me like an arrow. I knew she meant it—I could feel it, in every unprotected heartbeat, in every quivering touch.

There were no doubts, no barriers, just this pure, unfiltered truth.

“I love you, too,” I said.

My answer was an oath, a vow that burned into the air between us.

Then her lips were on mine and it felt unlike anything I’d felt before. Not just kissing—it felt like a final, desperate prayer.

Every touch was a promise, every movement was a surrender. I wanted more, I had to feel more.

She was everything to me.

She was the breath in my lungs, the fire in my veins, the only anchor in this turbulent world.

Precious. Irreplaceable. Mine.

My power enveloped us, the black shadows danced around us, whirling until they turned into a thousand little mirrors.

Her gaze was glued to our reflection, and I could see it in her face even before I read her thoughts.

She liked what she saw.

Our naked bodies, my hands gliding across her buttocks. My tensed muscles that turned her on so much.

The expression in my eyes as I looked over her beautiful face. Everything about me was so unbelievably seductive for her.

And my feelings for her only drove her even higher.

Lust…so much lust inside her. Desire, and pure, raw craving.

Her thoughts burst inside me like an explosion that hit me to the core.

Evangeline began to bounce, her gaze met mine in our reflection.

I couldn’t hold back my groans as she pounded my dick faster and harder.

Our bare skin slapped against each other and with every thrust she brought me higher.

“Good fucking girl…” I praised her again. “You take him so well for me.”

The image in the reflection was stunning.

Her lips pulled into a gentle smile before she rolled her eyes back.

“Keep your eyes on me,” I commanded her.

And Evangeline obeyed, biting her lower lip as she rode my dick even faster.

A sharp clap cut through the silence.

My hand landed on Evangeline’s bare bottom with perfect force—the sound was as hard and clear as the crack of a whip.

Her breath hitched, then a choked sound escaped her, half pain, half amazement.

Her eyes widened, dilated into deep black pools.

A delicate pink color spread across her skin as if she was glowing from the inside out.

She held my gaze, her mouth slightly open, as if she wanted to say something.

But only a louder moan escaped her.

The tension between us was electric, charged, as if every next breath could light a spark.

She wanted more…She wanted everything from me.

And I was giving it to her.