Page 118 of Hell-Bound

“Gorgeous girl, you were positively alluring the other night, but let me show you what it feels like when the god of lust makes you come.”

The tightness in her center was unbearable. She shifted her hips expectantly, begging for release. He sneered and placed two long fingers at her entrance.

“Ren. I want you to listen,” he said commandingly.

Her bleary eyes opened, searching his face.

“You willnotcome before I tell you to.”

Then he slid his fingers in with excruciating slowness.

She flung her head back in ecstasy and moaned loudly, every inch of her body quaking with rapture. It was perfect. He was perfect. He pressed his free hand lightly on her abdomen while he curved his fingers, stroking and beckoning her, daring her to break his rule.

Ren was actively writhing, hips bucking and moansechoing through the rain. She was ruined. There was no one or nothing that could ever compete with this mind-shattering bliss. She felt the build, grabbing her own breasts and fondling them.

“Oh no, my darling. Not yet,” he teased before taking her clit into his mouth once more and sucking.

He released a heavy growl as he devoured her.

She’d lost all sense of time and space, not knowing where he started, and she ended. He raised his head, leaning forward to grab hers forcefully, and turned her to look at him. He had momentarily paused the strokes of his fingers within her.

“You may come now,” he said with one long pump of his hand in and out.

She exploded. Arching her back in release. Everything in her life felt like it made sense at that moment. Everything seemed to be leading up to this single release of ecstasy. Of pure pleasure.

Surely, this was why she was still alive—to experience this feeling.

Her head felt light, and she could feel her insides contract with reverberations from her climax. She blinked several times, trying to ensure that she hadn’t lost consciousness.

Azur met her eyes and stuck his two fingers in his mouth, sucking off her wetness. Ren closed her eyes and reveled in the moment, knowing the next day would bring more challenges. But right now—right now, she’d chosen her pleasure, and she was content and spent.

She felt Azur shift to lay beside her prone body, wrapping his two wings around her tightly.

“Don’t get any ideas, efly. This is not cuddling.”

The side of Ren’s mouth cocked up.

“This is purely practical. As pretty as this rain is, you’ll freeze if you stay soaked, though I have a feeling that soaked is exactly how you want to stay.”

She would have guffawed at him, but she was too drained and simultaneously too relaxed. She didn’t remember the last thing Azur said before she lost consciousness, sleepingdreamlessly.

I don’t remember a time before existence. I have always been, but sometimes even the infinite learn. This was what I wanted from my children. To learn. But I wish that learning did not come with such regret and shame.

Ren woke up the next morning to the smell of grilled meat. Azur was sitting by a small fire, holding the sizzling food with his bare hands.

“You don’t burn?” she asked, wiping the sleepiness from her eyes.

“I’m immune to fire. Hell-god and all that.”

He spun the meat a few times before offering it to her.

Ren had no desire to talk about the night before. She wanted to keep the memory safe and untarnished by awkward conversation, and Azur didn’t seem the type to put any great value on a sexual encounter with a Mortal. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of reminding him that it was her—Ren’s, first time.

“So where are we going?” Ren asked, tearing off a piece of meat, forcing her mind to other matters.

Finished with his cooking, Azur stood up and dusted off his breeches.

“The inside of a volcano. Specifically, Mount Maleth. A wonderful tourist destination—if you like lakes of lava and not seeing the sky.”