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My body was on fire, every nerve alive, every touch from Azrael sending shivers down my spine.
I could feel the strength in his hands, the tension in his muscles, the dark power radiating from him like a storm about to break.
He pressed his chest against mine, teeth grazing her shoulder as his hands roamed without mercy, possessing her body as if it belonged only to him.
My breath hitched, hips arching instinctively, trying to escape his weight and failing completely.
Azrael's fingers were relentless, exploring me intimately with precision, strong and commanding. I trembled under him, thighs quivering as his hands spread me wider, holding me in place. Every inch of me reacted instinctively, responding to the heat, the force, the dominance he wielded without hesitation.
His mouth traced fiery paths down my neck and across my shoulders, teeth grazing lightly, making me gasp. Every kiss, every nibble, every press of his body left me dripping, trembling, and completely undone.
He guided me onto my hands and knees, ass raised, spine arching, and I obeyed without a word. My eyes flicked over my shoulder, heart racing, watching him prepare, every dark glance igniting a fire deep inside me.
I can't remember how many times we've gone.
Azrael reached for the lube, slicking his fingers before pressing them inside me with deliberate precision.
I cried out, hips jerking instinctively at the sudden stretch, body reacting to every inch he claimed. But he held me firmly, driving slowly, inch by inch, every movement controlled, pulling every sound, every shiver from me.
My hands gripped the sheets, nails digging in, breath shaky, moans spilling uncontrollably as he moved with unrelenting rhythm. He didn't tease. He didn't hesitate. Every motion was a claim, every thrust a reminder: I was his, completely, irrevocably.
His mouth returned to mine, lips crushing, tongue tangling, teeth grazing, while his hands gripped my hips, holding me still as he drove into me fully.
My body quaked, trembling, every nerve alight with the intensity of his touch, every gasp and whimper a testament to how completely he consumed me.
"Look at me," he growled, low and dangerous.
His eyes smoldered as he pushed me deeper into the sheets, every thrust commanding, precise.
My back arched violently, hips pressing into him, whimpers breaking free, body shaking under the power of him. I was dripping, trembling, every shiver, every gasp feeding the dark fire between us.
I let myself be completely taken, lost in the storm of sensation he orchestrated.
Each motion of his fingers, each press of his body, each thrust was a claim, a mark of obsession, a wave of pure need.
Azrael's pace increased, relentless, demanding, perfect in its intensity. I screamed, moaned, trembled, completely consumed, my body answering him instinctively, no thought, no hesitation, only surrender.
He pressed closer, lips finding hers again in a deep, dark, consuming kiss, tongues tangling, teeth grazing, as if he wanted to imprint himself inside me completely.
The room was alive with heat, moans, gasps, and the sound of skin meeting skin, a storm of passion, obsession, and total surrender. And when it was over when the tremors finally subsided, sweat-slicked bodies pressed together, heartbeats slowing but still racing I realized:
I had been claimed fully claimed.
And I would never forget the fire, possessive love that had consumed my completely.
My eyes felt heavy from exhaustion.
And.....