Page 35 of Raziel

Her hands slid off my suit jacket first, tossing it somewhere behind the sofa.

Then she loosened my tie, slow and deliberate, eyes locked on mine the whole time.

I didn’t blink.

She undid my shirt, one button at a time, dragging her fingertips down my chest as each one opened.

Then she wrapped the tie around my wrists.

“Don’t touch me,” she whispered.

It didn’t sound as mean or as broken as the first time she said it.

My breathing changed. She heard it—and chuckled, low and dark.

Then she kissed my neck, open-mouthed. Her lips traced my jaw, then lower, her tongue flicking across my collarbone, over my chest.

It was slow. Tortured.

My fists clenched. My legs shifted beneath her, dick already hard under my pants, pressing up between her thighs.

“You always stay this obedient?” she whispered.

“No.”

She smiled. Then licked the corner of my mouth, slow and taunting.

I broke the tie. Grabbed her. Kissed her, hard.

She responded instantly—tongue slipping into my mouth, tasting sweet like the frosting.

She pushed me back onto the couch, straddling me, her hips grinding against my dick through our clothes.

I groaned, grabbing her ass, pulling her harder against me.

She pulled away, grinning, and stood up, slowly peeling her shirt over her head, revealing her perfect tits, nipples already hard.

“I need access to your dick to reward you,” she said, eyes challenging.

I stood up, pulled off my shirt. She ran her hands over my chest, nails dragging just enough to sting.

I grabbed her, pulled her close, kissed her again.

Our tongues tangled, hands roaming. She moaned into my mouth, and I knew I couldn’t wait.

I pushed her back onto the couch, pulling her panties off in one swift motion. She was already wet, her pussy glistening in the dim light.

I ran my hands over her breasts, her belly, teasing her, making her squirm.

“Fuck, Raziel,” she gasped, hips bucking.

The need to be inside her crawled around underneath my skin like ants.

I positioned myself between her legs and thrust inside her, hard.

She cried out.

Tight. Wet. Perfect.