CHAPTER 3
VICTORIA
My chest heaved, shame twisting with unbearable heat between my thighs. “Azareth…”
His laugh rumbled through me, low and wicked. “Say it again.”
“Azareth.” My lips trembled, but the sound was desperate, needy.
He shoved me forward until my knees pressed against his hips. His enormous c***s pulsed between us, dark veins throbbing, the tip wet and glistening. I swallowed hard, staring at it in disbelief.
“I can’t—”
“You can.” He grabbed my waist, hauling me up like a doll. “You’ll take me, little lamb. You’ll break on me.”
My thighs quivered as he lowered me. The blunt head pressed against my slick entrance, stretching me obscenely. My nails clawed at his chest, gasping, biting my lip so hard I tasted blood.
“Too much?” he mocked, voice dripping with cruel amuseme
