His fingers follow his tongue, moving agonizingly slow at first, dragging over my soaked cunt. He acts like he has all the time in the world to tease me, while I’m moments away from slipping into oblivion. And when he finally shoves one in, he smiles, like he is doing me a fucking favor.
He moves it slowly, coating it in all the natural lube my body has created just for him. The movement is almost delicate.
The next finger slides in roughly, forcing me wider. He curls them inside me as he keeps sucking and licking. I’m pretty sure, after all the sessions we’ve had together, he has an extensive map of my brain by now. But considering the way he’s touching me in all the right spots, he could easily pretend he knows the way my body works as well.
I try to push away, to allow my brain a moment to come back to its senses, but before I can move, his free hand drags me closer to his mouth and slams down over my abdomen, pinning me to the counter, daring me to move again.
“Stay still, little ember.” His mouth is wet with me.
Well, I’m trying, dear Professor. But the way you fuck me with your mouth doesn’t help.
“I need?—”
“Do it, I want to taste you.”
I grip his hair, pulling it with so much force, like it is the only thing holding me together. My head falls back, mouth open in a silent scream, choking on the noise that rips from my throat, as the orgasm takes me to the high.
In the midst of it, I feel it—his finger slowly pressing against my asshole without any buildup.
My mind scrambles for a reason to stop him—to say this is too much, that he’s taking it too far—but none come to mind. Only the intoxicating thrill of being utterly fingerfucked in places no one else has touched. I tense at the sensation, then relax, eager for more.
He continues to move all three fingers, pushing in and out, fucking me while his mouth stays locked on my clit. The rhythm is obscene, and I can’t keep quiet anymore. My orgasm turns frantic, each movement pushing me closer to the edge.
Then—he pulls the finger out of my ass.
The gasp that escapes me sounds practically disappointed.Fuck, did he hear that?
“Addicted to my fingers already?”
I guess he did.
He stands up, and I almost beg him to get back between my legs. I’m not done, I need more than his fingers, and if this is how I’ll lose my fucking mind, then it had better be worth it. But he doesn’t leave. He just reaches to my side, grabbing the knife from the counter. The same one I’d used earlier when I was trying to delete him from existence.Look where that got me.
The cold handle touches the curve of my ass and I flinch. Right when I’m about to question his sanity, he pushes it into my asshole.
A wave of pain and pleasure runs through me. Only Azrael could find a way to bring pleasure by using something so utterly deadly.
“This is how you use this around me. Now don’t move, or you’ll finally get what you want and stab me.”
Taking back his position, he shoves three fingers into my cunt, stretching me over my limit. It’s painful, and I feel too full, with the knife captured by my muscles, and his fingers fucking me wide open.
While his tongue returns to my pussy, his thumb moves close to his tongue, covering the part his tongue is not actively working on.
A sound tears out of my mouth, and it sounds exactly how I feel: desperate. Half sob, half moan. Almost inhuman.
My legs twitch and my body twists desperately, but his mouth stays on my clit, licking and biting ruthlessly. What if I have a heart attack from too much pleasure?
“Azrael—shit—” I try to say, but my voice is too weak.
“Two.”
I shatter. The second orgasm hits like a car crash. My body collapses into itself, muscles twitching, all while trying to keep the fucking blade from killing him. And for one goddamn second, in silence, I justexist. Like the universe is finally letting me rest—in his mouth, at this moment, in this sin, my body screams through it.
He continues licking, collecting every last drop, until it is over and the shaking of my body stops. After he is done, he pulls the knife out and sets it down on the counter.
I stare at it, incapable of understanding what just happened. I move my eyes to him, and something in my rib cage warms up. A sensation I’ve never felt before around other humans, rarely even during my jobs. I think I’ve heard about it, I’ve seen others display it, and now that I’ve experienced it, I understand the hype. Azrael makes mehappy, somehow.
Still between my legs, he leans over the counter—crowding me, braced on either side of me, face inches from mine. His chinis still wet with the mess he made, and he looks like he likes it that way.