Jegudiel (Deadly Virtues 2)

But he wasn’t stealing anything from Noa. She was giving herself to him freely. He had already given himself over to her. She might not have known it yet, but he was all hers, and he’d fucking tear anyone apart who ever dared tell him it wasn’t the case.

“Take me,” Noa said again, her voice barely above a whisper. Diel took hold of his cock and pushed inside her. His jaw was clenched to the point of aching. But this was a good ache. Noa threw her head back as he tunneled inside her, inch by inch. A long moan fell from her lips, and her forehead fell forward to rest against his. Diel’s arms shook as he took hold of her thighs around his waist, and he pushed himself to the hilt, a growl slipping from his mouth when he was fully inside her. He panted, trying to just fucking breathe. Noa’s hands were iron around the back of his neck. Heat rose between them.

“Noa …” Diel said through gritted teeth. He was inside her. He was finally inside her … and he became acutely aware that he hadn’t known. He hadn’t known fucking could ever feel like this. He hadn’t expected it.

His chest expanded and made room for her in its space. Noa stepped inside, and Diel knew that she would remain there forever. He was inside of her and now she was inside of him, welded like two melted metals fused into one indestructible compound.

Then Noa rolled her hips, and he fucking saw stars. Her eyes were dilated and her skin glistened as she rolled her hips again, her eyelashes fluttering to touch the top of her cheek. As she went to roll her hips again, Diel thrust forward, catching her off guard. She moaned and gasped and dug her fingernails into the top of his neck.

His pulse soared and he stilled, waiting for the collar’s warning shock. But none came—none came because it had gone. The collar had fucking gone. As if reading his mind, Noa ran her fingers along the deep scar the collar had left behind, one that would remain.

He drove into Noa deep and fast, his pulse firing into a sprint. It pounded and thudded faster and faster, and Diel’s eyes closed at the twin ecstasies of taking Noa, sinking into her pussy, and the fact that no shocks would take him down. He was free and fucking and it felt so good.

He gripped Noa’s thighs and stared into her brown eyes. They were molten and heavy-lidded, and a smile played on her lips. “Harder,” she cried, and he drove into her deeper, quicker, over and over, until he was sure that not only had his monster and man merged but that Noa was one with them too.

Darkness and light swirled around them. The heat built and built, and their skin was slick as they slid against each other, her nipples dragging over his hard chest. Noa’s pussy began to clench. With her nails in his neck and her forehead against his, eyes trapped in one another’s hold, her lips parted and she screamed out her release.

Thighs shaking and balls tightening, Diel pressed against Noa harder, wanting to crawl under her skin and into her mind. He roared out into the folly as his orgasm rushed through him like rapids, crushing any fucked-up Brethren experience from his past, any hand that had ever been laid on his body.

It was all Noa—her scent, her taste, how he felt locked inside her. Diel’s hand raked into her hair, and he clutched the strands as he thrust the final remnants of the orgasm from his body. Noa’s back scraped against the wall, his chest crushing her between him and it. But her smile was wide and her tight body jerked in the aftermath.

Diel dropped his head against the crook of her neck, fighting to regain his lost breath. And as he did, something washed over him. He didn’t recognize it. Hadn’t ever experienced it.

But he wondered if it was … peace.

In that moment, he believed he had found some morsel of peace.

A droplet of sweat ran from Noa’s neck and past his lips. He flicked out his tongue, and the salty drop burst into his mouth. He sighed, replete. Maybe even happy. Noa’s arms moved to cradle his head, and his chest pulled tight as she dropped a kiss on his hair.

Diel finally drew back and met her eyes. Her face was flushed, but he saw the same happiness he felt reflected back at him. Noa smoothed his hair back from his face. She searched his eyes, then pressed her lips to his. Diel wanted her again, his cock twitching as it still lay inside her. When she broke away, she held his cheeks with her hands, keeping her thighs tightly wrapped around his waist.