Chapter 87 Chapter 87
Elena's eyes lock onto mine, that fierce spark flickering back to life as she processes my words about Levi and Apollo's immortal marriage. Her hands knead my ass cheeks underwater, fingers digging in like she is claiming territory, her pussy grinding up against mine in a slick, heated slide that makes my clit pulse with every shift. The soul bond between us thrums harder now, feeding me her emotions in raw bursts—curiosity laced with that protective jealousy, her arousal spiking as she imagines those two demons locked in their eternal pact, cocks slamming together in some infernal ritual. Steam clings to our skin, the bathwater turning our bodies slippery, and I can feel her heartbeat racing against my chest, tits heaving with each breath.
“It would not surprise me at all,” she says, voice low and gravelly, her thumbs tracing the curve of my hips before one hand slips between us to cup my mound, fingers parting my folds to tease my entrance. “Those two have been circling each other like predators forever. But why the fuck are you bringing it up now, Adrianna? In the middle of this?”
She presses a finger inside me, slow and deliberate, curling it to hit that spot that makes my walls clench around her, water splashing as I rock down harder.
I gasp, the intrusion sending sparks through our bond, her pleasure echoing mine like a shared orgasm building in the distance.
“I know I am probably killing the mood,” I admit, my voice breathy as I grind on her hand, my own fingers tweaking her nipple until it hardens into a tight peak. “But that night I got kidnapped... I was caught off guard because I was so wrapped up in what Levi and Apollo were doing. I needed a second alone to... fuck, to cool down. I had gotten really turned on listening to them.”
Her finger thrusts deeper, matching my rhythm, and I bite my lip, the memory flooding back—Levi's growls, Apollo's snarls, their bodies crashing together in a brutal fuck that echoed through the house like thunder.
Elena's eyes darken, her free hand sliding up to grip my throat lightly, thumb pressing just enough to make my pulse jump.
“Turned on how?” she demands, her voice husky, another finger joining the first, stretching me as she pumps faster, the water churning around us.
Our bond flares, her jealousy twisting into something hotter, more possessive, making my pussy drip around her digits.
“I like, hearing them fight, then fuck like animals,” I confess, hips bucking as she scissors her fingers inside me, hitting my g-spot relentlessly. “Levi pinning Apollo down, grinding his cock against him, biting into his shoulder until blood mixed with their sweat. It was raw, primal—Levi's hate pouring out in every thrust, but underneath, this deep love he can not shake. And Apollo... he took it all, loyal as hell, choosing Levi if it came to that. I thought it would hurt me, hearing Apollo say he would pick him over anyone, but I was not upset. Calm, even. Like it made sense in this fucked-up family we have got.”
I lean in, nipping her earlobe, tasting the salt of her skin, our clits brushing with every roll of my hips. The soul bond pulses with supernatural heat, angels and demons flashing in my mind—Michael's broken screams in that shrine, Levi's vengeful hellfire marking him as ours.
She moans, withdrawing her fingers just to slap my ass underwater, the sting blooming into pleasure that shoots straight to my core.
“And the marriage?” she presses, her hand now rubbing circles on my clit, fast and urgent, her own arousal soaking us both as she grinds her pussy against my thigh.
“Yeah, that is the final piece,” I pant, chasing her touch, my walls aching for more. “They are bound by blood and soul, unbreakable. But being gone, chained in that cold angelic shithole, it hit me—while Michael's obsession tried to break me, all I could think about was you. How our bond feels different, mortal and fierce, but just as deep. I need you to know this, Elena, because I realized something huge.”
The revenge simmers in my veins, dark fantasy fueling the lust—imagining Apollo ripping Michael's wings while Levi fucks the fight out of him, all of it tying back to this moment, our bodies slick and desperate.
I grab her face with both hands, thumbs rubbing across her cheeks, holding her gaze as the bond surges, sharing every raw emotion: my love crashing into her fear like cum flooding a tight hole.
“I love you, Elena. Fuck, I love you so much it hurts. I want to marry you—bind our souls like they did, make this official in whatever twisted way works for us.” Her eyes widen, breath catching, and I rush on, voice dropping to a whisper thick with need. “Levi is a gorgeous specimen, and I get it if—”
“YES!” she yells, cutting me off, her mouth crashing into mine in a fierce, devouring kiss.
Her tongue fucks into my mouth, tasting of wine and desperation, hands yanking me closer until our tits mash together, nipples scraping in electric friction. She flips us suddenly, pinning me against the tub's edge, water sloshing over as she straddles me fully, her pussy grinding down hard on mine in wet, urgent slides. Our clits kiss with every thrust, the soul bond exploding in shared ecstasy—her joy flooding me like hot seed, my desire wrapping around it, pulling her deeper into the rhythm.
She breaks the kiss to bite my neck, teeth sinking in just enough to mark, her hips snapping faster, fucking me with her cunt in raw, sloppy friction.
“Fuck yes, Adrianna,” she growls against my skin, fingers tangling in my hair to yank my head back, exposing my throat. “Marry me, bind me to you—I will fuck you through every soul-deep promise, make you scream my name while we plot how to burn Michael's world down.”
Her free hand dives between us, two fingers plunging back into my pussy, thumb mashing my clit as she rides my thigh, her own slickness coating my skin. The bathroom echoes with our moans, the steam thick with the scent of our arousal, revenge and dark fantasy weaving through the lust—angels falling, demons rising, our bond sealing tighter with every grind.
I arch up, nails raking down her back, drawing red lines that make her hiss and fuck me harder, our bodies slamming together in the water like a primal claiming. The high of her yes pulses through me, but there is more to unravel—Levi and Apollo's return looming, Michael's fate twisting in hellish chains, our marriage vows promising nights of endless, vengeful fucking. Her fingers curl inside me, hitting that spot over and over, building me toward the edge, but I hold back, savoring the urgency, knowing this is just the start of our filthy forever.