Crimson Reign by J.T. Cheyanne, V.L. Moon Read Free Book Online

and catapulted the angel’s body and mind into a lurid frenzy of sensation and need.
    The vibrating cock ring with its incessant pulse tightly gripped the hardened base of Laziel’s swollen cock and robbed him of the will to speak. The selfish assertion of the vampire’s act stopped the threat of Laziel’s angelic seed being released sooner than Lachi desired. Instead, Laziel focused on each bitter sweet sting of that glorious whip, on its delicious bite as it thrashed against the flawless perfection of his soft glowing skin.
    When Lachi tortured him further by laving his tongue over the reddened welts flayed on his back, Laziel’s body trembled. On instinct, he lifted the mounds of his rosy red ass to greet the heat from Lachi’s mouth. With cursed despair, Laziel lay denied, and the heavy weight of his potent sac ached with the need to spill his seed. But not for long.
    Senses heightened under the prevailing storm of Lachi’s assault, Laziel gripped then pulled on the thick leather bonds holding him down. The leather creaked from the strain of Laziel’s strength, but refused to yield. Laziel growled a low menacing snarl that reverberated up from the depths of his chest. His ass clenched, and his inner muscles spasmed as he gripped the girth of Lachi’s cock and held on tight through each of the vampire’s deep savage thrusts. The slickened hot length of his pistoning sex filled Laziel, stretched him wide, drawing long rasping breaths from Laziel’s pleading lips.
    “Do it…faster…harder…fuck me…” The lurid words dripped unconsciously from the ample swell of Laziel’s lush mouth. Lachi, never one for leaving his angel unfulfilled, ramped up the last visages of his ill-tempered will and pounded into him harder. Laziel pushed up to meet each of those frenzied, torturous thrusts, evidencing the depths of the angel's need to feel the torrid delights of intense sensual pain as Lachi’s substantial length filled him again and again. With each pounding plunge, Lachi ground down upon Laziel’s heavenly ass and twisted his hips, until the eruption of Lachi’s tempered release filled the angel with his heated seed. They were joined, and in that moment in time, Lachi was his world, his heat, the emanating fusion of his love of life and sex. Yeah…They were all about the sex.
    When Lachi’s fangs descended and sank into his throat, the taking of blood, although glorious, was quick and too short lived. The knowledge brought a wry hint of humor to Laziel’s smirking lips. The angel planned his own brand of torture, payback in kind in the art of combat. Once the scent of blood, sweat and tears drained away Lachi's last remnants of ferocity, Laziel would fulfill his own needs by slowly savoring his vampire’s provocative allure.
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    Hours later within the confines of Lachi's private training center, Laziel’s body once more radiated in the basking glow of his ethereal power. Sweat gleamed over the taut strained flesh that stretched over the thickly veined muscles of Laziel’s strong arms, abs and thighs. It ran from the hollow of the celestial's throat in small rivulets to well between the ripped formed dips and curves of his torso. Laziel still wasn't spent.
    Laziel’s blood ran like liquid fire through his veins, heating up the inferno residing inside the depths of his heart. Its frantic beat crashed against the wall of Laziel's broad chest as the memory of Lachi's dominant grunts of release lingered, ringing still in the angel's ears. Needy for more than being Lachi’s sex partner, Laziel, in a fit of undignified fury ripped down the loose waist band of his sweats and grunted through the desired pain of tightening the triple row of silver spikes. The sharp barbs dug into the angel's healing flesh, reopening the older wounds until a fresh steady flow of blood coursed over the bulging muscles of Laziel’s rock-solid thigh.
    “Shit!” The pain was good, and for a few minutes it