Chapter 38: A Desire I Can’t Deny

••{RHIANNON’S POV}••

My heart pounds so violently that I fear it might break through my ribs.

My eyes dart from side to side, searching desperately for some way to escape, but Azræl’s naked body is almost pressed against mine, his arms braced on either side of me and leaving me nowhere to go.

I have no choice but to face him.

The intensity of his stare makes my cheeks burn even hotter, and for a moment, I can barely remember how to breathe. I open my mouth to answer his question, but my throat closes around the words before I can get them out.

When I finally manage to speak, my voice comes out barely above a whisper.

"I want nothing from you."

Azræl tilts his head slightly, searching my eyes with nothing but a stoic look on his face.

"Then why did you react the way you did?" he asks quietly. "Why did you storm into my mistress’s chambers? Why did you attack her if you want nothing from me?"

My breath hitches when Azræl gently cups my face, his palm warm and soft against my skin.

"Tell me the truth," he murmurs, slowly grazing my lower lip with his thumb. "Did it bother you seeing me with her? Did you feel jealous when you saw my cock so deep inside her cunt."

I swallow, but it does nothing to ease the tight feeling in my throat.

Azræl’s hand falls from my face only for his fingers to wrap around my neck. He tightens his grip, not enough to choke me, but enough to remind me that he is in control.

I shudder when he leans closer and I feel his lips brush against mine.

"Is that why you were so angry?" he murmurs against my lips. "Because for a moment... you wished you were the one in her place instead?"

"I’m not jealous," I say, but my voice betrays me, sounding thin and unsteady.

His lips slowly curve into a smirk.

"But your body says otherwise," he whispers.

With his right hand still around my neck, he lowers the other to the skirts of my gown and curls his fingers into it. Then he begins bunching the fabric in his hand, slowly pulling up my skirt until the cool air kisses my bare thighs.

He puts one of his legs between mine and pushes my thighs apart. My whole body tenses when his fingers touch my skin, slowly trailing upward until he’s pushing my undergarments aside.

The moment he rubs his fingers against my entrance, a soft gasp escapes my lips.

Azræl’s golden eyes don’t leave mine for even a heartbeat as he begins circling my clit and rubbing his fingers between my folds. My whole body shudders as I feel a warm moistness building inside my cunt.

"Has a man ever touched you here before, Rhiannon?" Azræl asks, his voice quiet but rough.

I turn my head away, unable to keep holding his intense gaze. But his hand leaves my neck before he grabs my chin, turning my face back to his.

Still, I refuse to look into his eyes.

"Look at me," he commands.

I do as he says.

"You know I can tell if you lie, so tell me the truth," he murmurs. "Has a man’s hands ever touched your cunt before?"

I slowly shake my head. "No."

Azræl starts rubbing my clit faster, making my thighs tremble. A moan threatens to leave my lips but I press them together to stop it.

"Have you ever touched yourself?" he asks.

"Yes," I answer, my voice a half-whimper, half-moan.

Azræl slowly pushes two fingers inside me and my eyes widen, my mouth falling open in a soundless gasp.

"You’re so tight, Rhiannon," he murmurs against my lips.

He starts moving his fingers, gently pulling them out then slipping them back inside me. My cunt clenches around them, the sensation nearly making my knees buckle.

His other hand finds the neckline of my gown and yanks it down until the fabric rips open, causing my breasts to spill out into the cool air. His gaze turns hungry and he licks his lips slowly as he stares at them.

"Everything about you is just so beautiful," he says slowly. "So divine. So... perfect."

As he continues thrusting his fingers in and out of my cunt, Azræl lowers his head to my chest and captures my right nipple in his mouth. The heat of him as he suckles my tit, and the wet feeling of his tongue swirling around my nipple, pulls a moan out of me before I can stop it.

My legs threaten to give out so I grab onto his shoulders to steady myself.

He moves to my other nipple and while he continues pleasuring me with his mouth, he ravages my cunt faster, filling the silence with wet, squelching sounds that arouse me even more.

I throw my head back as my spine arches off the wall and my eyes flutter shut, more whimpers and moans leaving my lips but I don’t care to hold them back.

"Look at me," Azræl commands.

I open my eyes, my lips parted as I pant.

His fingers curl inside me, rubbing against a spot that makes my eyes roll and my vision blur.

"What do you want from me?" he asks, his tone low and rough.

A moan is the only thing that leaves my lips in response. My legs tremble so violently I grip his shoulders harder to keep my balance.

Azræl continues ravaging my cunt with his fingers while flicking and rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

"Rhiannon, what do you want from me?" he asks again, his tone firmer and commanding.

"Azræl..." I gasp.

"Say it."

Stars dance behind my eyelids when I close my eyes, and my moans turn into gibberish cries as the pleasure grows unbearable.

"I... I want..."

Before I realize it, my hips are moving on their own, bucking hard and fast to meet Azræl’s thrusts, chasing after that mouth-watering feeling that comes every time he touches my sweet spot.

"Say you want my cock," he growls under his breath. "Say you want me to ravage your tight wet cunt."

My brows shoot up as my cunt begins clenching repeatedly around his fingers.

"Say it, Rhiannon," he commands. "Say it."

A loud moan echoes through the room as my release gushes out of me, splattering onto Azræl’s hands, trickling down my thighs and onto the floor.

Azræl doesn’t stop.

He keeps fucking my cunt until the very last drop.

My eyes are half-open as I sag against the wall, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath.

As soon as the haze of pleasure clears from my eyes and I regain my senses, a crippling feeling of shame and embarrassment hits me.

What am I doing?

Why am I letting him touch me?

I panic, pushing him off me with all my strength.

He stumbles back and crashes to the floor. When he looks up at me, there’s nothing but shock and confusion written all over his face.

I quickly pull down the skirts of my gown to cover my exposed thighs, then my hands fly to my chest to hide my breasts before I turn and bolt for the doors, slamming them behind me.