Meanwhile, back in the hellish dimension…

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Despite his massive hard-on, and their previous interrupted make-out session, Samael didn’t immediately pounce on her.

Playing hard to get. It only made her hornier. He insisted on securing the castle—including locking up the Jabbas that Suzie had released—checking all the rooms for more soldiers—none were found, but the remnants of clothing in dusty drawers indicated that, at one time, the castle had more occupants.

He insisted on going through the place, room by room, top to bottom, then through it again, although the second time, she let him go alone. Especially since she’d found the kitchen.

When he finally rejoined her, it was to find her in a food coma on the throne, her hands over her round belly, a sappy smile on her face.

Suzie had left the larder well stocked.

“There’s no one else in this place,” he declared, stalking in wearing an unfortunate amount of clothing, AKA pants. He’d left his upper body bare, which only served to enhance the sheath he’d found to hold the giant sword lying down his back.

“If it isn’t my studly Conan back from protecting the realm.” She waggled her brows. She blamed the wine she’d found.

“Aren’t you curious at all as to what I discovered?”

“Expressing keen interest is for those who don’t know everything. As the center of the world, I know it all.”

“Did you know there’s an abandoned village just past the castle?”

“I do now.” She smiled and scooted over on the throne. “Why don’t you come sit here and tell me more?”

“We should be looking for a way to escape.”

“You’re right. We should. And we will after you take a rest. You must be tired after all that protecting.”

He eyed her, and his damned pants hid what he thought, but his eyes glowed green with a hint of red. “How come you didn’t get dressed?”

“I had more important things to take care of?”

“Like?”

For one, washing her hair, shaving her legs with a sharp knife because, hello, not in Paris anymore, getting some food in her tummy and… She leaned over behind the throne and pulled out the temptation.

A plate with a stacked sandwich. She waved it in front of him, and he took a step forward then another until he could snatch it from her. When he plopped down on the steps of the dais to eat it, she flowed out of the throne and kneeled behind him, feeling the light tremor that went through him when her fingers began to knead the muscles of his shoulders.

“Playing servant?” he said between bites.

“Hardly. I try to exercise my hands daily to keep them limber. Since my usual equipment isn’t available, your body will do.”

“Do?” He chuckled as he reached behind and drew her onto his lap. “Don’t think I’m not aware of your tactics.”

“You’d have to be pretty blind not to see what I’m doing.” She cupped his bearded cheeks. “So, are you going to keep playing hard to get, or do me?”

“You call that being sexy?”

“If you wanted sexy, then you shouldn’t have teased me for so long.”

“We barely know each other.”

“Discovery is part of the fun. And do you always have to know your partners before you screw them?”

“But you’ve said it yourself, you want more than sex.”

“I want you.”

“What if we’re not compatible?”

She slapped him.

It didn’t actually hurt, but his jaw dropped. “What the fuck?”

“Stop with all this Negative Nelly shit. Evil overlords don’t doubt themselves or their allure. Ever.”

“They also don’t let bossy women order them around.”

“They would if I was the one giving the orders.” She smiled and stroked the cheek she’d slapped. “Now, repeat after me. Deka is right.”

“Deka needs to stop talking.”

“You’re supposed to be the badass here.” She cocked her head. “Make me.”

She expected more argument. She could see how verbal sparring riled and roused him. But even he’d finally reached the end of his patience.

His lips smashed down onto hers, a forceful embrace that stole whatever breath she might have had to speak.

Since she was already in his lap, it was easy for him to control the kiss. To demand more.

Instead, he rolled on the raised platform for the throne, his arm anchored around her middle as he shoved her to her knees.

Her hands reached out to grab the rim of the throne. She peeked over her shoulder.

“Is this where you punish me?” she asked huskily.

He crowded her, pressing in from behind, the rigid length of his cock trapped between her ass and his body.

He still had her anchored with one hand, and the other rose to slide through her hair and grab it, his strength, his grip making her a prisoner to his desire.

The fact that he thought he could control excited.

The reality that he might just be powerful enough almost made her come.

Excitement had her grinding against him, the cheeks of her butt rubbing his erection.

He uttered a low growl.

So sexy. He drew her ass farther out, and her arms stretched as he positioned her. She wore nothing to impede the fingers that slid from her stomach to her hip then stroked over her rounded cheeks. It took only the slightest tickle of his fingers to part her thighs.

Exposing her.

And as was only right, he stared. The heat of his gaze had her panting.

“Tell me why you came,” he queried, his voice low.

“I came for you. Because we belong together.”

“Have you ever done that for a male before?”

“Of course, not.” She went to turn her head only to have the grip on her hair remain tight. She sucked in a breath. “I came for you and only you.”

“I don’t think I can give you what you need.”

“I need you.”

His turn to inhale sharply. “You make me want…”

The thought was never finished as he traced her damp slit with the tip of his finger, a light touch that brought a delicious quiver.

“I want this. Touch me.” With him, she would beg.

He listened and turned bolder. His fingers penetrated her sex, plunging into her heat, and she couldn’t help but moan at his touch.

In and out he pumped as her breathing hitched and she rocked back against him. He thrust his fingers deep, his hand cupping her mound as he shoved into her, roughly. The way she liked it. He made a small noise of pleasure as he did it, in time to his thrusts, and her head bowed as she felt bliss building inside.

Then he stopped.

She might have growled.

Then she cried out in pleasure as he replaced his fingers with his tongue.

“Yes. Yes.” She couldn’t help but chant as he deftly traced her sex. His tongue slipped into her, teasing and probing. He flicked her clit until she gyrated, shoving her ass out, needing that rhythm.

Over and over, he sucked at her clit, teased it into swollen delight. Sexual tension built inside her.

“Fuck me,” she begged. “Give me that beautiful cock.”

“Come on my tongue.” The command tore what shred of control she had. She came, screaming loudly, her body clenching in orgasm as he continued to tongue her, drawing out her pleasure, stringing it so tautly she gasped and cried. “Enough. I can’t. No more.”

He paused his licking to murmur, “Yes more.” He blew on her, and she shuddered at the promise in his words.

He moved, and the tip of him pressed.

“Yes!”

The head of him slid and teased across her swollen, wet sex. He grabbed hold of her hips and sheathed himself, deep and filling, oh so filling.

The wideness of his cock stretched the walls of her channel. Gave her something plentiful to grip. Her pussy suctioned him tightly as he thrust, in and out, his pace starting slowly but quickening.

He slapped in and out of her, his fingers digging deep into her flesh, his breathing ragged, as labored as her own, and her throbbing body quickened.

The steady rhythm stoked her desire until her body tightened for a second time. She screamed, loudly, as her second climax hit. Her whole body seized, and he uttered a sound as his own orgasm hit.

Heat bathed her womb.

Deep satisfaction curved her lips.

She practically collapsed from pure sexual bliss. Her head hung low, and her breath was ragged, but that didn’t stop her from screeching when his hand slapped her ass and he commanded, “Fetch me a sandwich, princess. And this time, easy on the mayo.”