Of course I can smell you. Don’t be ridiculous. I’m a predator,Azrael answers.And you, darling, smell fucking delicious.
I should be embarrassed. Instead, I find it exciting. He knows how much I want him without me having to say a word. There’s something extraordinarily romantic about that.
Azrael, I’m scared,I confess.
Don’t be, angel. I promise to make you feel amazing.His words brush against my mind tenderly, like a hug.
I didn’t know we could do that.So if I want to kiss you right now, theoretically I could think about it and you would feel it?I imagine kissing him, and sure enough his lips brush mine—but it’s impossible, he’s far away in his throne.
He rasps,Don’t tease me, love. You won’t be able to handle the monster you’ll awaken.
Maybe I want to wake it up,I tease.
Why would you want to do that?He tilts his head curiously, like he’s trying to solve a problem.
Because I don’t want them to watch us. I want you to make me feel so good I forget where I am and who’s watching.
I would love nothing more than to pleasure you. I live to serve you, my queen.Azrael’s words are like silk whispering to me where only we can hear.
Shadows spill spilling across the floor, racing in every direction before spreading out seizing control of the entire room. Azrael’s power is far greater than before, his web of darkness spins around me. The tendrils of his magic crash into mine and pleasure rolls through my body. I clamp my lips tight to stifle a moan.
Don’t,Azrael rasps.I want to hear you.
I cross my legs, squeezing my thighs together to quell the agonizing need for him.
What’s wrong, angel? Can’t handle the monster?He looks over his shoulder smugly, before lifting a brow.
I’m speechless. He must realize my defeat. His shadows coil up my legs, slowly drifting over the skin exposed by the slit in my dress. They slip around my hips, working their way upward, eagerly exploring my body until they cup my breasts and surround me in their protective embrace.
Calm washes over me, and I know he’s attempting to control my emotions. I don’t fight it. Instead, I welcome the relief, drawing a shaky breath and releasing it slowly. His shadows of protection fully encompass my body. Then I feel the soft strokes of them as they slide beneath the fabric of my dress, teasing my nipplesuntil they pebble. A moan tumbles through our bond, desperate to escape anywhere but my lips.
A rumbling growl echoes back.Tell me, does it feel good when I let my shadows touch you?
Yes,I gasp.
Should I keep going?Azrael asks, his eyes blazing as he holds my stare.
Yes.
He smirks, the corners of his mouth lifting just slightly.Tell me if you want me to stop.
I don’t want him to stop, and I won’t ask him to, because everything he’s giving me is exactly what my body craves. I want to be touched. To be ravished and claimed by Azrael. But I appreciate the sentiment. He’s always such a gentleman. I shift in the throne chair, uncrossing my legs to get comfortable, inviting him to continue.
The moment I do, his shadows slither around my thighs, and it takes every bit of control not to throw my head back and cry out, as they move against the slickness. Each pass winds me tighter until a tendril dips inside my entrance, stroking against the walls of my throbbing pussy. Filling me rhythmically, until they clench around his shadows.
Fuck. You feel so good. You’re soaked.
Don’t stop,I beg, another orgasm building. My fingers wrap over the edge of the throne chair as I fight to maintain my composure.
He doesn’t. His shadow thrusts itself in and out while he speaks through the bond.I can’t wait to be inside of you. I can’t wait to claim you. You’re mine, and I will never stop fighting for your love.
Then claim me, Azrael,I answer.
Not yet. You’re not ready. I told you—I’m going to make you forget where we are. This is still just foreplay, angel.He calls the shadows back, leaving me aching, empty, and teetering on the edge.
Please.
He growls, unable to contain the monster he’s warned me about so many times. But I’m not afraid. I want to be ravished. I’m ready. I want to feel him—all of him.
