his kiss hard, invasive. His chest pressed into hers and her nipples betrayed her. Grinding his bulging jeans against her pubic mound, he moaned.
Abra backed up until she met the wall. A picture fell off, crashing onto the floor. She broke her lips away. “I should clean that up.”
“No.” He waved a hand in the air, dismissing her statement. “You cleaned the house. You’re making this difficult for me.”
“It was dirty. I suppose that was your doing.”
“Mm hmm.” The flash of red returned to his pupils. His irises glittered with the hazel she loved. Firm hands seized her shoulders, and his knee parted her legs. “I want you. More than anyone or anything I’ve wanted in a long time. You’re such a challenge for me.”
Abra pushed her hands between them and found the zipper on his jeans. She worked his pants down his hips. “You like a challenge?”
He grinned.
Sliding her hands down the back of his underwear, she urged him against her, guiding him in a lurid dance of promised sex.
“Say you need me. Say it. Three words.” He kissed her cheek, his tongue flicking hot and wet all the way to her earlobe. “I can say it.” He sucked at her skin and breathed heavy. “I need you. I need you. I need you. Say it.”
Abra groaned. She tore at his underwear, relieving his body of them. His upper leg pressed into her pussy. “Oh God,” she whispered. “This can’t happen.”
“Stop fighting me.” He kneaded her arms before his hands sought lower. Her skirt caught in his fingers and fell across her feet. “It felt good to be inside you yesterday. It felt right. But you have to let me do it.”
His cock pressed into her abdomen. He wrestled her panties off. In a fluid movement, he lifted her and held her up, her back flush to the wall. The tip of his enormous phallus met her opening.
“Say it.”
She shook her head, their shared heat making it hard to resist his demand. Abra clung to his body and stared at the two paintings behind him. “You were an angel once,” she whispered. “What happened to you?”
“You need me.”
She arched her back and the head of his penis slipped inside. She moaned and embraced his waist with her legs, locking her ankles at the small of his back. Her sudden move forced him deeper.
“Not like that!” He hissed.
“I like it like that.”
Valefar growled at her. “You won’t make a good pet.” He kissed her neck, his tongue laving across her skin. “You’re not obedient.”
“And I never will be.” She thrust as much as she could, defying his desire to be in charge. If he didn’t have her pinned against the wall, she’d have forced him to the floor and ravished him there.
He relented, gathering momentum and matching her rhythm. Her butt slapped against the wall. Her breasts jiggled between their bodies. The hot musk of sex filled the room. Abra reached back and braced her arms against the wall. She closed her eyes when his face contorted with passion. Her muscles tensed. She shook and cried out. Finally the orgasm ripped through her body, numbing her mind, flooding her senses with a wave of pressure released at last.
She stopped straining against him.
He knelt, his length buried in her. “I’m not done,” he whispered.
Abra opened her eyes. She smirked. “Then it’s my turn to finish you.” She grasped his shoulders and shoved him down. He hit the rug and grimaced. He twisted and straightened his legs. Caught beneath her, his eyes shifting in color, he seemed helpless, not that she believed the illusion. A demon? Helpless? Impossible.
Bearing down on his body, she reached with one hand and grasped the base of his erection, squeezing in time with her attack. She assaulted his body in slow, strong strokes burgeoning his lust to the brink.
“It’s…not…supposed…to…be…like this.” He hissed and writhed, his eyes slipping shut. That luscious mouth tightened with ecstasy.
Abra gave him no mercy and rode him until his voiced bliss