Olivia Chase, a successful woman who sold her soul to the Devil in exchange for a baby, is offered a second deal of a lifetime after her daughter dies: she must harvest Lucifer a series of souls he claims belong in Hell in trade for her daughter's m...
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Azza leaned down to kiss me, and, for the first time in days, it affected me. Not just my body, but me. I returned it, even as more tears ran.
He broke the kiss and said, "Come to bed with me."
"Yes."
I gasped as candles appeared on nearly every surface and lit the room with soft, flickering light. I smelled roses, too, floral and sweet. I assumed these things were from Azza somehow but couldn't focus enough to ask about them.
He undressed me deftly, with practiced hands, not trembling this time, but sure of themselves and unhesitating. He guided me backward until I had no choice but to sit on the edge of the bed. He then knelt in front of me and spread my knees.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "I can smell how much you want me, Olivia. At last, all you want is this." He looked at me, eyes glowing with need. "Lay back," he ordered. My stomach fluttered, and I flushed as I did as he said.
He scooted me to the edge of the bed until I couldn't rely on my legs for support. He draped them over his shoulders and spread me wide with his thumbs, exposing me to him. The sensation was both thrilling and enticing. He leaned in and tentatively ran his tongue over me.
I wasn't sure who whimpered and who gasped. I remembered this would be his first time in over a hundred years.
"Olivia, you taste amazing," he growled. He adjusted my legs, spreading me open for him by forcing my knees wide, and he leaned in to lick me again. This time, he didn't stop, and soon I was panting. He most certainly had not lost his touch during his many years of celibacy.
"Please, Azza," was all I said before his hand moved on my leg to dip down below his tongue. He gently used two fingers to enter me. They were so large, he nearly filled me.
My mind reeled from the pleasure he brought as he moved in me until I was nearly senseless. I wanted, craved, for him to give me more. "Please!" I begged him.
"We have time, Olivia. Let me savor you."
I moaned and used my hips in time with his explorations. It wasn't long until he was fucking me properly with long, slow strokes and pressure of his fingers and tongue. I lost all sense of impropriety and rode his motions without thought, only need.
He was deliberate about it, teasing and patient, and I bucked against him, dying for more. My body changed, tightening in some places relaxing in others, heat spreading from my core and radiating outward.
"Yes. Come, Olivia. Say Lucifer's name when you do. He will hear you. He needs this," he said before he filled his mouth with me again.
It surged in me, pushed by some unseen force, a wave of tension. It lifted high and crashed over me. As I swam in a pool of pleasure, I called out, "Lucifer!"
Olivia... he replied in return, and I whimpered, letting some of what Azza was doing to me settle into the cracks of my psyche.
I was near the end of my orgasm when he slowed. He kissed my mound and gently removed his fingers, licking them clean. He helped me get under the covers before joining me, and as he'd done for the last several days, he pulled me close.
