His lips brush over my shoulder as he lands feather-soft kisses into my skin. I melt beneath his touch—warm—gentle—savory. Azrael’s fingertips graze my hips, guiding them to meet his as the kiss intensifies.
When his tongue slips into my mouth, I suck it in, tasting him. He mirrors the motion.
When he releases it, I say, “You mentioned waiting for this moment. Tell me, Prince of Shadow and Bone, how is it supposed to go?”
“Angel, how can you be so cruel?” He whimpers.
I roll my hips against him. “Why is it cruel to ask what you’ve imagined?”
“Because it’s like this,” he replies through gritted teeth, capturing my hand and dragging it over his hardness. “I want your hands on me.”
He releases his hold, running the back of his fingers down my arms. “I want your body to be all mine.”
His fingers race back up my arms, and his shadows wrap around the blanket’s edge, tugging it loose, exposing my skin inch by inch. The sensation awakens every nerve, sending a rush of heat through me. Heat pulses through me as slickness coats my thighs.
Azrael captures my lips while his hands glide over my curves. I moan as his fingers pause to trace circles around my hardening nipples. His tongue darts out to wet his lips. “I want everything you want, everything you’ve been thinking.”
My cheeks flush as I gasp for breath.
“Yes,” he groans. “I want to leave you breathless.”
My fingers glide over his length. One tug and the blanket will fall away, exposing him. His mouth scorches a trail along my neck, down past my collarbone, before his tongue swirls slow, deliberate heat around my nipple. I cry out from the pleasure.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he teases, moving to the other side.
I grip the blanket at his waist, threatening to pull. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
Azrael stiffens. Then grips my chin between his fingers, locking eyes with me. “Don’t stop, angel.”
I hesitate for only a moment, then tug the blanket, letting it fall to the floor.
Shadows lap over us, cradling me in their embrace as they take me to the ground, laying my body gently on the rug. Azrael drops to his knees beside me and presses a kiss to my leg. His fingers trail up my thigh—every inch of me burning, aching for him. I arch my back as he parts my thighs and lowers his head between them. His breath is hot against me and when his tongue swipes over my sensitive clit, I tilt my head back and see stars. Literal stars. The ceiling above us has been spelled to reflect the night sky. Stars swirl in the deep blues and blacks, twinkling as his tongue glides, tasting me again and again.
My arousal climbs with each skilled flick of his tongue. Just when I think I can’t possibly handle any more, his cool shadows swirl over my taunt nipples, stroking and teasing them until Igasp, liquid spilling from me onto his tongue. He laps more intensely until I’m begging him to stop.
He crawls up my body, growling low as he licks his lips. His fingers slip between my legs as his mouth finds mine—I taste myself on him, and crave more.
“Please, Azrael,” I pant against his mouth.
But he’s savoring me, taking things as slow as he can while my body submits fully to his every command.
His fingers brush my sensitive bundle of nerves before slipping inside—slow, deliberate, curling to find that perfect spot that makes me come undone. He keeps going until my climax pulses just below the surface, ready to break.
Closer.
Closer.
Then he pulls away—leaving me gasping and empty.
He maneuvers himself between my legs, careful not to provide any of the friction I’m starving for. I arch up, desperate, and he grins. “Are you sure this is what you want, Mercy?” he rasps, “There’s no going back after it’s done.”
I nod, biting my bottom lip to keep from begging. But he knows exactly what he’s doing to me. He feels it all through the bond.Just like I feel him. The excitement pulses between us, waves of satisfaction and desire crashing through our connection. His arousal—intense, consuming—threatens to unravel me.
All it would take is…
Pleasure consumes my thoughts as his warm, wet tongue drags across my nipple. The air hits it for a second then he’s pulling it between his lips—licking, sucking—only to release it and move to the other. When he’s done torturing me, he kisses his way up until his lips are against my ear.
“Words, angel. I want to hear you say it. I need to know how bad you want this.” His voice is strained and gravely, making me melt beneath him.
