Part 2: Caring For His Wife

Iblis always knew he was a beast more sinister and abominable than the vilest creatures of the supernatural world. If he wanted something, he got it by hook or crook. And if he didn't, he got rid of it through any means.

He could stoop to any level to achieve his goal, and didn't give a whit what anyone said.

Even then, there was one thing he prided himself on, and that was his control around women.

No matter how beautiful or charming they came, he never lost his mind, nor did he ever take one by force. Simply put, when it came to women, he could be called a decent man, as he gave them the right to say no. They willingly offered themselves to him, and unlike other men, he never resorted to immoral means to get them into his bed.

Now, however, even this last decent quality of his was at the risk of crumbling in the hand of his wife.

Holding her closer, Iblis moved her hand up and down his shaft. His core throbbed and his body tensed. With a guttural grunt, he jerked forward and squ