Chapter 394: At Her Mercy [M]

[Music recommendation: Ashlee - Alone With You]

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What is torture?

It is the deliberate infliction of severe physical or mental pain upon another person.

While there was no physical pain involved, Gavriel felt as though his mental restraint had taken on a physical form, simply to keep him still while his wife had the time of her life by teasing him mercilessly.

After ripping his shirt apart like the ruthless demoness she seemed to have transformed into, Aliana proceeded to devour him through her sultry gaze. Then, she slowly traced the contours of his chest and taut abdomen with her fingertips before shifting into a position that tested the very limits of his self-control.

He could feel the heat from her core through the fabric of his pants, and every instinct urged him either to move or to make her move.

Yet the wicked little demoness had other plans.

She remained perfectly still, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips as she leaned forward to scatter hot kisses along his neck and down his chest. All the while, letting her hardened peaks graze against his skin, making his breathing grow shallow.

Her lips were impossibly soft, and the feel of her bare body against his was so heavenly that Gavriel genuinely began to wonder whether she had intended to punish him all along, disguising it as a reward.

Just when he thought he could no longer remain still, he parted his lips to speak.

But at that very moment, she leaned back and undid his belt, followed by the button and zip of his trousers.

Her gaze settled on the prominent bulge straining against the fabric of his boxers. Swallowing hard, she hooked her delicate fingers around his waistband and rose onto her knees.

"Lift yourself, Gav," she ordered.

Gavriel complied without hesitation, allowing her to swiftly slip the last remaining barrier of clothing from his body.

Once done, he noticed her pause momentarily at the sheer size of his length, already painfully hard and leaking at the tip.

A subtle smirk curved Gavriel’s lips as he took in her intimidated reaction, his eyes glinting with amusement. "What is wrong, baby? Done already?"

Her head snapped up, her eyes narrowing as warmth rushed to her cheeks. "Are you mocking me?"

"I am only asking as a concerned husband," in a deceptively smooth tone.

Aliana could clearly see how much he was enjoying himself. "Are you sure you want to mock me, considering the position you’re in?"

Gavriel’s smirk faltered slightly.

He opened his mouth to reply, but Aliana beat him to it.

"Fine..." She smiled sweetly. "I was going to skip straight to giving you your reward, but it seems it wouldn’t be right to let the rest of your body feel neglected..."

Without giving him a chance to answer, she dipped her head towards his neck once more. Catching the faint widening of his eyes, she had to bite back the laughter threatening to escape her. Then, she dragged her tongue slowly from the base of his neck to his ear, tracing the sensitive curve.

Gavriel hissed through his teeth. He knew exactly what she was doing with that tongue of hers. The only problem was that she was putting all that effort into entirely the wrong place.

His body tensed, his hands curling into tight fists at his sides. "Ana... that’s enough."

Aliana answered by trailing more open-mouthed kisses down his chest as she finally lowered herself against him, allowing her core to brush against his waiting length.

Gavriel squeezed his eyes shut, a curse escaping his lips. "Fuck!"

Just when he thought she was finally going to give in to his request, she drew away.

The sudden loss of contact made his eyes snap open, and he instinctively lifted himself from the mattress. "Ana!"

But Aliana merely placed a hand against his chest and met his gaze. "Lie back down, Gavriel."

She could see the immediate displeasure on his face as his eyes held a feral intensity. "That is enough, baby. You have had your fun... now stop playing."

Aliana cupped his face and kissed him hard before gliding her sleek folds against his length, causing Gavriel to sink back into the mattress as a low groan escaped his throat.

Oh, how she loved every sound that left him.

She deepened the kiss, savouring his delicious mouth as she continued to glide up and down against him before lifting her lower body once again while trailing kisses along his jawline.

"Ana... you naughty little thing," Gavriel hissed, his breathing ragged. A thin sheen of sweat glistened on his skin as he fixed her with a warning look. "I swear, baby, if you don’t stop your little game... you’re going to regret it later."

Aliana simply lifted herself to sit upright against him with the confidence of someone who had rightfully claimed her throne, and that was something Gavriel could wholeheartedly agree with. Even though he could barely keep still, he knew deep in his heart that no one else belonged there but her.

"Alright," she murmured, resting her hands against his stomach before moving against him with maddening slowness.

A disbelieving chuckle escaped him. "How brave of you... teasing me like this."

Yet his threat did nothing to deter her. She merely increased her pace... a little, only for Gavriel’s voice to turn into a plea. "Please... baby... that’s enough."

The moment Aliana heard him plead, she stilled.

Although the sight of this almighty Devil at her mercy had filled her with elation, the truth was that she had been driving herself just as mad. Hearing him plead with her was the final straw, pushing her own restraint to its breaking point.

Deciding to end the torment for both of them, she slid off him and lowered herself towards his length. It somehow seemed even bigger than before, with the prominent veins standing out against his skin. She ran her tongue slowly from the base to the tip before parting her lips and taking his entire length into her mouth, then stilling.

Her eyes watered.

He was so huge!

But pushing past her own limits, she took him deeper, remembering how she had managed it before, on the night of the full moon.

She was rewarded almost instantly with a deep groan from Gavriel. Her gaze flickered up to find his head thrown back against the pillow, his expression one of utter bliss.

Taking it as a sign of approval, she eased back, wrapping one hand around his base as she began moving her mouth. Each time she pulled back, she applied suction and swirled her tongue around his tip before gliding down again.

"Fuck... baby... that mouth of yours... keep going..." he breathed in that deep, magnetic voice of his, one hand rising instinctively to cradle her head. This time, Aliana let him.

He began guiding her faster, and she could feel him swell further in her mouth, if that was even possible. Seeing how much he enjoyed everything she did, and watching him lose himself in the pleasure she was giving him, left her incredibly aroused. Her heart soared with happiness and excitement all at once.

Just as Gavriel felt himself nearing his release, his grip tightened slightly in her hair.

"That’s enough, baby... I’m about to..."

Aliana hardly knew what came over her. Instead of drawing away, she parted her lips wider and took him as deeply as she could.

Gavriel’s muscles went taut, and the powerful thigh beneath Aliana’s hand flexed.

"Fuck!" A curse slipped past his lips as he came undone in her mouth.