Page 72 of Hell-Bound

I know what you’re doing.

She ignored him. It washerturn to stroke his sin. To see why he was the Lord of Envy as well as the Lord of Lust.

She circled around herself, teasing, stoking her fire as well as his.

If you do this. There is no going back for you.

His voice was stern with warning, but he couldn’t hide the slight groan hidden beneath.

“I know,” she whispered before gradually sliding one finger gently into her wetness and gasping at the new feeling. She heard a husky sound close to her ears, breath blowing gently on her neck.

You wicked little thing.

A chuckle was followed by a strained sound, as if he was trying and failing to control himself.

Ren closed her eyes, pleased with herself, as she moved her second finger to her small opening, pulsing from anticipation. She permitted a zealous moan, and it slid easily inside. She began to shift her hips forward and back—testing.

Do you like that, Ren? Who are you thinking about?

She gasped, feeling his presence in the room. The mist pulsed as she ground against her fingers ever so steadily. Dragging them in and out and beginning to writhe as she felt the rough exterior of her palm graze her sensitivity.

Why are you doing this to me?

His voice was strangled.

He could have severed the connection—he didn’t. He wouldn’t. Of that, she was confident. He could sit there before her, in his domain, and act stoic, the perfect face of reserved calm, but right now, she was in control, and she would crack that perfect facade.

She could feel the pressure of ecstasy rising as the friction of her hand grazed against her. Ren began to pant, her body taking over—knowing exactly what to do. She began to grind and buck, completely at the mercy of her desire.

Ren could feel Azur’s heavy breathing as if he was lying next to her, his breaths shallow and moans now unconcealed. She knew that he was also seeking his own pleasure by watching her. Perhaps he was in that same chair, across fromhers, before the flames of the fireplace, which cast shadows down his perfect face. With her eyes closed, she could imagine him stroking himself there, fixing his eyes on her, and growling with villainous longing.

My darling…you might be as evil as I am.

He groaned.

She was so close, cresting the waves of her ecstasy—she cried out, letting herself briefly delight in her sinful yearning. But the control was gone, and this moment was only about release. Writhing with pleasure, she clasped her free hand around her throat and squeezed, imagining Azur’s strong hands grasping there threateningly.

Such a good girl. Show me exactly what you love to do to yourself.

She felt herself falling, falling over the peak of bliss. Her cries of release caused her whole body to quiver and her core to flutter with aftershocks of pleasure. And with these shockwaves, she felt his release, heard echoes of his voice as the stroke of black flame licked her body, roving as he gave in to his own ecstasy.

She bit her lips, whimpering, her body spent and content, reveling in the sound of Azur’s hard breaths. Even now, she could hear a low grumble emanating from his throat.

Her chest heaved as she gulped in air, head dizzy from the euphoria.

His voice finally spoke, sounding breathless.

Ren, you are exquisite. Come to me, darling. I will show you true pleasure. As only a god of lust can.

She breathed out, still tingling with want.

Poor Azur, Ihate to disappoint you, for you obviously crave something more, but I really don’t have the time for such frivolous matters.

She responded—then cut their connection.

She is toying with me. Monster. She is truly despicable and stunningly clever. Too clever. Somehow, Xarek knew. She might destroy me if she doesn’t destroy herself first.

Ren slept exceedingly well in the huge four-poster bed. Though with what she had pulled the night before, she doubted it would be a repeat occurrence.