The Devil's obsession with the Heiress

Just as his hot breath brushed against her sensitive core, she threw an arm over her eyes, trying to hide her burning blush.

Seconds ticked by, and when he made no further move, she peeked from behind her arm.

The gorgeous devil was staring up at her, his eyes dark as he spoke from right between her thighs.

"Remove your eyes from me, and I stop."

Her eyes widened in disbelief, and she whispered, "Y-you are not being serious..."

In response, he only smirked, dragging his warm tongue in a long, wicked stroke from the bottom to the very top of her sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Oh..." A deep moan slipped from Aliana’s lips at the delicious sensation of his tongue. Her back arched as her fingers searched for something, anything, to grip on the floor.

When he paused, she looked down to meet his eyes again. He gave her another slow lick, but this time he swirled his tongue around her sensitive nub, as though silently telling her that this was her reward for keeping her eyes fixed on him.

’This wicked, beautiful man,’ she thought through the haze clouding her mind.

But she did not dare look away again, not even when his mouth devoured her, threatening to force her eyes shut as the intensity built.

Her loud moans echoed throughout the vast bathroom, and she could hardly bring herself to care if the sound drifted out into the open mountain night. She was lost to the feeling when Gavriel’s thick fingers sliding inside her, coaxing every slick stretch with their skilful movement, while his tongue teased and sucked on her nub until stars exploded behind her eyelids.

But Gavriel did not stop there.

He continued his relentless assault until he drove her over the peak three times in a row.

By the time he finished, she was panting and breathless, her body trembling with aftershocks.

When she managed to look down, he was still positioned between her thighs, lapping up the sweet nectar of her release before finally rising to his full height and slowly tracing his bottom lip with his tongue.

Aliana didn’t know where she found the strength to sit up after he had ravaged her so thoroughly, but her gaze remained locked on his sinful lips.

Watching him step onto the shallow ledge of the pool, she waited until his mouth was level with hers.

Then she seized the moment by cupping his jaw in her hands and crashing her lips against his. She tasted herself on his tongue as he parted her lips, driving deep into her mouth. Their wet bodies clung together, their hearts drumming wildly against each other’s chests.

What caught Gavriel by surprise was her sudden hunger... the way Aliana tried to dominate the rhythm of their kiss. Her hands slid from his neck, dragging down his chest and over his tight abs.

Gavriel burned under her demanding touch, his pulse spiking as she traced the low dip of his waist, kissing him as though she were trying to lay her claim to him.

The thought stirred something deep within him, chipping away at his control until she suddenly grabbed hold of his length.

A low growl escaped his throat as her grip tightened around him.

Just then, Gavriel wrapped his fingers into her hair and gently pulled her back to break the kiss so he could meet her gaze.

As he did, to his shock, he found her eyes glowing a vibrant red, even though they were still heavy with the lingering throes of pleasure.

Before he could react, Aliana reached up and grabbed his hair with her other hand and pulled him closer as her lips curled into an ever-so-seductive smile.

Her eyes still shone red as she purred, "What’s wrong, husband? Didn’t expect this wife of yours to take the lead?"

Gavriel was speechless at the sudden shift in her demeanour, his body tightening in response to her hand slowly stroking his hardness.

Demons and demonesses were natural seducers, and Aliana looked as though her own dormant demonic powers were stirring, awakened by the sheer intensity of her release.

Truthfully, Gavriel did not know whether he should be worried or highly aroused to see her like this for the very first time.

And fuck him, because the rush of thrill from seeing this side of her made his blood thrum with an excitement he had never felt before.

Not only did she look stunning, but this bold, seductive version of her made Bellarios awaken with a fierce need to dominate her.

Aliana, on the other hand, quietly studied him before tilting her head ever so slightly. Her gaze slowly drifted lower. With him standing on the submerged ledge, nothing was hidden from her, and it was the first time she had looked at him so closely.

A strange, burning desire blossomed within her, one that urged her to claim Gavriel as her own. A fierce possessiveness she never knew existed inside her soared to new heights, making her want to mark him, so that he would know he was hers alone.

With those intense feelings came a raw instinct to taste every single inch of him. She wanted to make him feel just as good as he had made her feel.

Involuntarily, she licked her lips as a scandalous thought invaded her mind.

’What would it be like if I took him in my...’

But she did not finish the thought when she lifted her eyes back to him and noticed the raw hunger gleaming in the depths of his blue gaze. That eye contact was all it took for Gavriel to act. He grabbed the hand that was holding his length, and her world spun in a blur of motion.

A sharp, surprised gasp escaped her lips as she found herself suddenly standing on the shallow ledge of the pool with his heavy frame pressed tightly against her back.

One of his hands came up to claim her throat while the other locked around her waist. He leaned down, whispering darkly against her ear, "You naughty little thing. I thought I would be gentle with you tonight, but it seems you are hell-bent on making me lose control every single time, don’t you?"

Aliana’s heart thundered in her chest at the sheer seduction in his voice, and her thighs clenched together in anticipation.

Without warning, Gavriel dipped his head and bit the sensitive nape of her neck. A breathy cry left her lips as he sucked her skin hard, marking her there.

"You only have yourself to blame, Aliana, for waking this beast," he hissed darkly against her skin. He dragged his tongue all the way to her earlobe, his voice a gravelly command. "Bend."

The primal growl in his tone made her eyes roll back. She lowered herself the moment he released her neck, placing her palms flat against the smooth marble floor.

And Gavriel’s broad, powerful body instantly covered her from behind.