Broken Halo: Fallen Angels Trilogy, Book One

by Marcel, Zoey

  She shrieked with electric pleasure as he licked her clit and a wealth of sensation crackled beneath his skill. She moaned loudly as he suckled the bud of nerves into his wanton mouth in his quest to awaken her sexually. He was doing a fantastic job of it. His wayward groan buzzed on her clitoris sending a plethora of heat and sensation to the area that made her dizzy with pleasure and hot with need for him.

  “Do you feel how wet you are, Sonya? How shaken your body is from my touches and kisses? Answer me damn it.”

  She yelped from the onslaught of discomfort when he pinched her clitoris. “Yes, but you are licking me. Do you honestly expect my vagina to be dry when you are coating it with your saliva?”

  He smirked at this. “We both know you were soaked before I ever even put my mouth on you. Never lie to me again.”

  She cried out at the sudden sting when he slapped her mound as penalty for her dishonesty. Nimbus swiped his tongue across her entry and perineum, lifting her pelvis so he could lick her backdoor. She flailed in panic. He was licking her butt-hole. She didn't want to offend him and having his mouth learn her most intimate area felt violating and far too trusting an act to be engaging in with anyone, let alone her destroyer. “Stop! That is my butt you are licking.”

  He flashed her a saucy grin. “I thought that's what that was. Thank you for clarifying that for me.”

  Sonya glared at him, losing her breath when he split her butt-cheeks and dipped his tongue into her anus. He rimmed her inside in between thrusting in and out of her with his tongue as though it were a penis. She hoped he never penetrated her back there, but had a feeling he would if the thought had occurred to him to lick her back there.

  A deep grunt rumbled in his chest as he ravaged her ass with his tongue, seeming to enjoy himself as much as she secretly was. How could something so taboo feel so wonderful? She wanted him even as she hated him.

  The slick instrument of sin made its way back up to her sex, twirling lewdly through it before lashing violently at her swollen, throbbing clit. The stimulation felt intoxicating. Sonya panted with the need to finish. Her throat felt as dry as cotton even as her mouth watered for his again. She needed to touch him every bit as much as she wanted to hit him for seducing her.

  Her lips parted in shock when she felt her climax building inside of her. The bastard did it. She would come for him – for a demon. She fought against her body's natural response to his tonguing, but it was a battle that was lost before it was ever even fought. Her enemy was stronger than her and knew her all too well to be beaten.

  Demornae had given her her first orgasm and it had been unbelievable. Somehow Nimbus giving her cunnilingus and throwing her body into an enforced orgasm felt a hundred times better. Sonya didn't suppose it was because he was necessarily more experienced than Demornae, but even so, she had a sneaking suspicion it had to do with the identity of the one loving on her quim at the moment. That wasn't a truth she cared to admit to, but the overwhelming way her body responded to him and the sheer magnitude of her climax made her wonder deep down if anyone's touch could ever feel this good to her.

  Her body tingled and pulsed with awareness in the all-consuming fires of release that rippled through her in recurrent waves of pleasure as she bucked and pushed further into his enticing mouth. When it passed she collapsed against the mattress, surprised by how soaked the blankets were beneath her body. How depraved was she that her body opened up the floodgates of surrender for him when being caressed by his tantalizing tongue?

  Nimbus lapped up her juices hungrily until he had licked her clean. His fingers trailed up and down her body, making her shiver with the aftershocks of the savage earthquake that just tore through her unprepared body. “How was it?”

  Sonya couldn't think of anything but having him inside of her and punching him in the face once he freed her arms. “It was good.”

  He smiled as he lined his cock up to her saturated entry. “This may hurt a bit at first since this is your first time, but it won't be as bad as it might have been had your hymen not been broken.”

  She blushed. It was a little embarrassing discussing her maidenhead with him. She shouldn't have lost it. Damn Jude for taking it with his fingers. Once Nimbus penetrated her, her purity and innocence would be gone. She would never be a virgin again.

  “If you submit to me and open your body for me this won't be half as painful as it could be,” he told her.

  She flinched when the head poked at her vagina, only to be denied access. Undaunted by the obstacle, he pushed harder until the tip popped into her pussy. Nimbus gasped at the rush of being inside her and Sonya cried out in pain as his length slowly pushed deeper and deeper into her cunt. The enormous girth of him stretched her vaginal tissues as it filled her to the hilt, demanding possession of her. Her twat quivered as the narrow walls of her channel were parted for his pleasure. They gave him access, admitting their defeat and sucked him gently in a peace offering, leaving no room for denial. He was inside of her and she could feel every inch of him as he took away her innocence.

  “Do you feel me, Sonya?” He whispered in a sensual, husky timbre that disarmed her. His fingers ran through her hair and his eyes were as affectionate as they were lust-driven. It was the most lethal combination she had ever fallen prey to.

  “Yes.” He left her breathless. She shouldn't be this enamored with him, let alone allow her voice to reveal her delight in him.

  “Do you feel my penis inside of you?” His lips teased hers innocently, but the kiss proved deadly regardless, “The way it stretches and fills you?”

  “Yes.” She moaned when he bottomed out inside of her and remained motionless in her pussy so she could adjust to the massive invasion in her sex.

  The way he licked her cheek was tender, yet predatory as though she were a lamb being offered to a hungry lion who wanted nothing more than to devour her simply because she was pure and untouched. “Does that make you horny, my love? Do you want me?”

  A tear trickled down her cheek. He had never called her my love before. She didn't know if it was a meaningless endearment he charmed all of his lovers with, or a calculated attempt to gain her trust and rape the affection out of her so she submitted to his will. Either way it was working, though deep in her heart she wanted to believe he really meant those adoring words. She needed them to be genuine like she needed his touch.

  “Yes, Nimbus, I want you very badly,” she whispered, practically sobbing out the words. She really must get a hold of herself. It wasn't wise to show him weakness, or convey to him how in love with him she still was.

  Nimbus appeared touched by her honesty and possibly by the depth of emotion he saw hovering in her moistened eyes. He unchained her so her hands were at liberty to do as they pleased. He pulled the covers over top of them and they gasped and moaned as he slowly began thrusting inside of her.

  Her arms were around his neck, pulling him toward her for another kiss. She could have been strangling him, or punching him in the face for using and abusing her so shamelessly, but her stupid hands wanted nothing more than to explore every muscular bulge and sinew of his hard, masculine flesh.

  Nimbus moaned at the scintillating union of their mouths and the way she explored and appreciated his chiseled body. His strapping chest rubbed against her bosom as he moved inside of her. Her body trembled beneath the solid mass of him and her eyes glazed in the maddening descent of abandon. Her self control was fast slipping as was his. Their primal sounds filled the room as the heady scent of sex filled their lungs which were desperate for the air that deserted them in this bewitching moment.

  The way he hovered over her exuded his dominance over her and it sent a wild thrill through Sonya to know he had overpowered her and she was helpless to overcome him and too aroused to even try. He was stronger than her and her body worshiped his whether it was wrong or not.

  It was foolish to surrender control when he would only use it against her and demand her blind allegiance, but in this moment of weak
ness she was the one who was blind. Her heart had ached unbearably for him during their period of separation. He caned her a little bit ago and she was willingly opening her body for him. He tricked her into selling her soul and her heart was moved by his gratified smile and sounds.

  Where she formerly saw a demon, she now saw a fallen angel and somehow in this very physical moment, he seemed incredibly human to her as though he did in fact have a soul; a soul that was fused with hers if only for tonight. A damnable union that should have made her shudder in terror, but her body was happily oblivious to this at the moment and trembling in the clutches of the greatest euphoria she had ever known.

  Nimbus drove into her so furiously now she could practically feel him scraping her womb in his manic pumping.

  “Oh, Sonya,” he rasped in ecstasy just before he came. His outcry sounded feral as he made his final plunges into her deeper still and emptied himself into her body.

  She squeezed his prick with her quim, delighting in his wild moan. The way his fingernails dug into her back ruthlessly brought on a delicious pain. He pulled her into himself, letting her know he owned her and coercing her to be still as he sprayed his seed into her. An offering she had no choice but to accept as he made her one with him.

  He collapsed on top of her panting while she played with his soft, flaxen hair and trailed the fingertips of her other hand along his broad shoulders and the smooth definition in his strong back. He was a masterpiece, the epitome of everything male and sexual.

  It irked the hell out of her that anyone else had known him in this way, but she was too drugged with passion at the moment to think of all the women she wanted to kill for touching him and being touched by him. She liked to think that he had never shown this depth of emotion to them as he had to her just now. If she was the only woman to ever hold his heart in her hands like she thought she was, then it would be enough and she just might be able to forgive him his past grievances of putting his hands on her predecessors.

  Nimbus nuzzled her neck and cheek with his soothing but scratchy stubble as he held her in his arms and cuddled with her.

  She felt shy when she asked him how he liked it.

  He pulled back with a grin as he ran his fingers through her hair and looked lovingly into her eyes. “So much better than any fantasy I ever had of you. You are mine forever. We are one now, so don't ever think of leaving me, or I will hunt you down and make you wish you were never created.”

  She shivered at the tender way he spoke the threat. It was every bit as dangerous as it was endearing. It moved and scared her with equal intensity. She swallowed, becoming alarmed when he placed his hand gently at the base of her throat, not hard enough to choke her, but enough to let her know he was in charge.

  “Say you are mine.”

  Sonya tried to steady her tremors. His possessive hold on her throat had her enthralled and she couldn't understand why. How could she be so enamored with him after what he did to her? Why did his control over her excite her so much even as it scared her? Surely she did not desire to be used and abused by a fiend? To be treated like his whore and an object?

  “I am yours,” she murmured.

  He released his hold on her and kissed her neck. “And you know better than to ever try to leave me, don't you?”

  His words frightened her as his mouth sucked her neck and seduced her to submit to him. She whimpered. “Yes. I won't leave you.”

  He pulled back and feathered her pebbled nipples with his fingertips. The fatal threat in his steamy whisper was unmistakable. “Because I will seriously hurt you if you ever make that mistake.”

  Sonya shuddered, trying not to look as helpless and frightened as she really felt. “I won't ever leave you, Nimbus.”

  When he French kissed her, she was startled by the evil she sensed in him. He may have clouded her better judgment through the rapturous high of intercourse, but in the aftermath of nirvana she became dreadfully aware of how deviant and wicked he really was and she had the awful feeling she hadn't even begun to scratch the surface of his evil nature. This was only the beginning.

  Chapter Five

  The Pony

  Nimbus was in heaven sleeping next to Sonya and holding her in his arms all night long. When he awoke the next morning, she looked so peaceful breathing softly as she dreamed in her sleep. In her dream they were kissing and snuggling with one another as they had last night after coitus.

  He smiled at this and brushed her plump, enticing arm with his fingers as he listened to her breathe. With her eyes closed and the contented look of serenity on her face, she looked very much like the angel she was, but he was too enthralled with her beauty and spunky personality to care that she was a celestial being whose honor he was hell-bent on soiling.

  He made her breakfast while she slept and fed it to her in bed, making her eat from his hand as she had eaten her supper last night. She seemed bashful as they ate their breakfast naked in bed together, but he sensed she was relieved that he wasn't exerting brute force on her as he had the night before.

  He fondled her and they rolled in bed together kissing and groping until both were panting for penetration. It was with great difficulty that Nimbus halted their foreplay and insisted they dress so as not to be late for the party they were attending together. He was burning with need for her, but wanted to rile her passions and cut it short, so she knew he was in control of when and where they had sex. He intended to take her exquisite ass in front of everyone at the party today. She would taste the thrill and humiliation of public sex and exhibition.

  He dressed her in the becoming white silk gown with the sheer lace overlay he bought for her the day before. She looked stunning in the thing and he loved how it emphasized her natural female form and the empire waist accentuated her full chest. Sonya appreciated the dress and thanked him for it, but was a little uncomfortable with the idea of going in public without undergarments given how silky and thin the dress was.

  He was pleased she felt both attractive and humiliated by the revealing gown. Everyone would be looking at his woman to see if they could catch a glimpse of her delicate pubic hair through her almost see-through garment. The cool breeze would harden her nipples when it touched them, giving everyone a taste of the splendor that was her bosom. A sensual glory he had every intention of unveiling to them, unbeknownst to his naive little slave.

  The provocative carriage ride to Jude's mansion went by far too quickly. Nimbus and Sonya kissed and groped, leaving their clothes on, but getting one another hot and ready for a union that never materialized once the driver announced their arrival to their destination. Sonya's black hair was only slightly mussed and easily repaired with a minor adjusting of pins. Her lips were puffy and rouged from all the hard, passionate kisses he lavished on her. His own lips felt hot and sensitized from her aggressive mouth and he had to smile to himself over the little siren his angel was slowly but surely becoming, whether she was aware of the subtle transformation or not.

  The party was a sort of welcoming present for her introduction into a life of slavery and sexual servitude to her master. She became utterly appalled when she caught wind that this was the reason for the celebration and that she was the focal point of the party. His humble little slave was meek to a point and didn't like being the center of attention, but she didn't have a choice. He promised his friends a show and Sonya needed to know what he required of her: absolute obedience regardless of the setting and circumstances. He would get it from her one way or another.

  “I thought vampires were unable to set foot in sunlight,” she said.

  “Sanguinary vampires burn in direct sunlight. Soul vampires are a little bit different. Do you like the party Jude has thrown for you?” Nimbus asked.

  She looked sheepish. “It is an agreeable party, but perhaps inappropriate in nature.”

  He chuckled. “It is about to get a great deal more explicit. I'm going to have sex with you, Sonya.”

  Her dark eyes widened. “You mean tonigh
t, don't you?”

  He smiled at her misguided hope, recognizing the dread of the truth in her fetching brown eyes. “No, sweet girl, I'm going to take you right here and now on the lawn in front of my friends.”

  She sat on her knees on a blanket by his chair, but inched away a bit in shock. “Are you insane?”

  “Lower your voice and render me the proper deference due unto me before I punish you for your lack of respect,” he threatened in a low, dangerous tone. He wasn't playing any games. Her luscious ass was his.

  “If I showed you the deference you deserved it would result in a bloody nose and a sore groin for you, sir,” she snapped.

  “If you don't shut up right now I won't use any lubricant and then you will be the one with a sore ass. Now stand up and take off your dress for me. Show my friends what a lush, gorgeous body you have.”

  “No! I strip for no one!”

  “I'm not kidding, Sonya. You have ten seconds to get that dress off before I tear it off your body and rape you in front of them. If I have to take it off of you myself, there will be no lubricant in your ass to numb the pain of me deflowering you there. You might even bleed. Now I know you don't want that.”

  Her expression was one of keen humiliation and misery as she stood and unveiled herself before their lecherous eyes. She laid the garment on his lap and stood with her head bowed in shame, face flushing with embarrassment.

  “Well, what do you think of my slave?” Nimbus asked.

  Her eyes squeezed shut, knowing everybody's focus had shifted entirely to her. Her promiscuous audience gawked and praised her exotic beauty and potent sexuality.

  Jude leaned in toward him. “You look tired, Nimbus. Were you up late last night fucking?”

  Nimbus grinned, knowing poor Sonya could hear his suggestive words. “Yes, quite aggressively. I'm happy to say that Sonya is no longer a virgin. My sweet, little angel is a she-devil between the sheets.”

  The audience cheered and whistled, making Sonya blush as her hands shook violently. Unable to endure the humiliation any further, she took off.