AZRAEL
The couch felt impossibly soft beneath us, firelight flickering across the room and painting everything in shadows. Her body was still trembling from my previous touches, from the way I had claimed her without asking every nerve alive, every thought tangled with desire.
I hovered above her chest pressing against her, hands moving over her body with deliberate, possessive intensity. I didn't ask permission. I didn't need to. She knew, deep down, that she wanted me just as badly as I wanted her.
Her lips parted instinctively as my mouth found hers, lips crashing together in a kiss that stole her breath. Tongues tangled, teeth grazed, hands roamed, and she shivered into me. I pulled her closer, pressing her against the leather, body heat spreading like wildfire through her.
My hand cupping her breast,stretching and and pinching her nipples softly
Fuck!
"I've wanted this… wanted you… all night," I growled, voice low, vibrating through her chest.
My hands gripped the small of her back, tilting her slightly as I kissed down her jaw, tracing the line of her neck. She gasped, fingers clutching at my shoulders, knees weak.
Her breaths came faster, shallow, desperate, but she didn't pull away. Every inch of her wanted me. Every nerve demanded me.
She was dripping wet for me.
My fingers slid under her dress, brushing over her thighs, teasing, possessive, mapping her like I owned her. She whimpered, hips jerking instinctively into my touch.
I was loving what, I was seeing, what I was doing to her beneath me.
"Azrael… I…" her voice faltered, heat pooling low.
I didn't hesitate. My hand pressed her thighs apart, holding her steady while the other hand traced her clit with masterful precision.
She cried out, a sound of raw need, hands tangling in my hair as I claimed her mouth again, pulling her into me.
"You belong to me," I whispered harshly against her lips, voice full of ownership. "Every part. Every inch. And I'll take what I want."
Seraphina's body arched, reacting to every touch, every pressure of my hands, every teasing slide of my lips on her breast.
She felt caged in the best possible way trapped by the force of my desire, unable to resist, unable to fight.
I moved my hands into her with practiced precision, slow at first, letting every brush of my fingers, every kiss, draw out the tension, before I began to push further, deeper.
Her breathing became ragged, body trembling, heartbeat loud in my ears.
Her hands roamed over me too, desperate, needy, clutching at my shoulders and back, tugging me closer, craving more, wanting me to claim her completely.
I lifted her ass towards me , thrusted my hand more deeper and fasting exploring her mucosa.
She whimpers, shivering, crying from pleasure.
I leaned down, lips brushing the sensitive skin of her neck, down her collarbone, teasing, tasting, until she could feel the full weight of my obsession, the way I wanted her entirely, every inch, every pulse of desire.
"You're dripping for me," I murmured, voice low and dangerous. "And I'm going to make sure you feel every second of it."
Her head fell back, breath hitching, body trembling under the intensity of my hands and mouth. Every nerve was alive, every thought consumed by me, by desire, by the need to be taken, possessed, claimed.
I shifted, positioning her on her hands and knees, voice a commanding whisper. "Don't fight me. Not now. Not tonight. You'll feel everything, and you'll thank me."
She obeyed instinctively, shivering as she felt me behind her, every pulse, every ridge, every touch undeniable. My fingers coated her, exploring her intimately, testing her reactions, guiding her body to my will.
She moaned, gripping the couch cushions, back arching as heat rolled through her, voice breaking into desperate whimpers. I held her steady, every movement possessive, deliberate, consuming, as though I knew her body better than she knew it herself.
Every thrust of my fingers, every press, every kiss against her skin sent shivers racing from her core to her spine. She was lost completely, utterly under me, in me, for me.
Her hands tangled in my hair, nails scratching, desperate for more, for full possession, for release.
"Please… I need you…" she gasped.
I smirked darkly, whispering against her ear,
"You'll get everything. All of it. And I'll take my time making you feel it."
The firelight flickered, the room alive with shadow and heat, her whimpers and gasps mingling with the low growls of possession escaping me. And in that space, in that night, there was nothing but me, her, and the unrelenting pull of desire that neither of us could deny.