She couldn’t help the tears that fell down her cheeks, nor could she ignore the feeling of relief that crashed over her as she repeated those words in her mind. Over and over, with hope that they would stick. Even with the fear of loss that would never go away, she allowed herself to feel that love for just one moment—forthismoment, lest she never be able to have it within her reach again. “You might regret this decision.” Her voice shook as she spoke and though she tried to hide it with a pathetic laugh, Aziel was no fool. He could see her nervousness, could feel her fear. He could sense everything. Even the desire that was swelling low in her belly.
“I might.” He grunted when her palm pressed harder against his cock, hips jerking forward. “But it could also be the best decision I've ever made in my life.”
"I’m not easy to love.”
He smirked. “Neither am I.”
Before she could change her mind, Nymiria was lowering herself to her knees. This was reckless. Entirely irresponsible. Even with just one rune reversed and a grain of her power returned, there was still no way to tell if she’d be able to unleash it upon anyone who entered that room. Perhaps they couldn’t kill them, but they could do a significant amount of damage while trying.
Aziel followed her gaze to the door, his fingers weaving through her hair. “We don’t have to do this here.” He assured her, fingers leaving her hair to trace over her parted lips.
Nymiria shook her head, her palm working over his sex once again. The last thing she wanted to do was wait another second for him. And to do it in this room would be the most empowering moment of her life. To have no fear—to be bold enough to let him touch herhereof all places…
She curled her fingers around the button of his trousers, popping it free from the slit in one fluid motion. Aziel’s body was hard as stone in front of her, every lean and corded muscle flexed as if it took all of his strength to let her take hertime. She wanted to see his face, wanted to see him tense and contract when she put him in her mouth.
When the second button was released from its hole, Aziel hooked a thumb under the waistband, pushing his pants down just enough to free himself. Nymiria glanced up at him, not wasting a single moment to lean forward and tongue at the bead of liquid that had already formed at the tip. Aziel hissed through clenched teeth, the muscles in his jaw rippling as he watched her.
"Don't tease," He rasped. "I don't think I can be patient right now." She couldn't have hid her smug grin even if she wanted to. The pad of her thumb slid down to the bar through the underside of his cock, lightly stroking it, from one silver ball to the other."Moonflower."
"Yes?" She purred. His entire body went still as stone the moment her fingers closed around the base of him.
"I'm being serious."
She arched her brow, eyes shifting from his manhood and then back to his face. "So am I."
He didn't know if he could handle much more of this. He had mourned the feeling of her skin, the soft grunts and panted moans of pleasure that sounded from the back of her throat. He longed for it. For just the simplest touch. And he would have crawled across broken glass to get into this room if he had to, just to finally have her. With all of his plans coming to fruition, Aziel felt that it was finally time. He wouldn't deprive himself of this for another moment.
Nymiria sensed it. It felt like a vibrating sensation on her skin, one that made the hairs on her arms raise and the back of her neck prickle. They stared at one another for a few more moments, hearts pounding and minds muddled, before her lips parted.
She did not take him slowly.
Holding his cock firmly in her hand, Nymiria took as much of him as physically possible. Aziel quickly slipped his hands from his gloves, carelessly tossing them onto the bed before moving them to her hair. He brushed the wild strands out ofher face, teeth sinking into his lip as he gathered the long white strands into one fist. "Fuck," He whimpered. Her head bobbed again, the tip of his length pressing against the back of her throat.
She couldn't breathe, but it was worth every ounce of it. Watching him unravel, seeing his face contort with each dip of her head. He watched her, so lost in desire and so consumed by his own pleasure that he looked as if he were in pain. And hewas.He ached to bury himself inside of her, to grip her hair and fuck her mouth until he could no longer withstand the torture of not having her.
Nymiria suddenly pulled away, greedily gasping for air as she stared up at him with wide eyes, smirking proudly. "What you were thinking… I could see it in my head."
His stomach swirled, grip loosening on her hair as she curled her hand around his girth. "And?" He tried to sound collected, but the moment her tongue swiped over the piercing on the underside of his shaft, his voice shook.
"I want you to do whatever you want to me and not feel a single ounce of shame for it." She whispered, smirking as she leaned forward and swirled her tongue around his swollen tip. "I'm yours for the taking."
He took a moment to assess her words, to try and focus on what she'd said, rather than his mind being consumed by the way her mouth felt around him. Nymiria's stomach was in knots. Though she seemed confident, it was mostly just a front. Deep inside, she was just begging that he would not stop this time. That he would keep his promise of making herhis.
"Come here, moonflower." His voice broke through her thoughts. Nymiria slipped him from out of her mouth and slowly rose to her feet. She didn't have a moment to feel bashful or to close herself off from him because his lips were suddenly crashing into hers, his hands gripping her thighs and forcing them around his hips.
She grunted against his mouth when her body landed on the satin-covered bed, legs spreading and hips rising to collide with Aziel's as if by pure instinct. They moved together as if there had never been anyone else—as if they knew theworkings of their bodies like the backs of their hands. Perfectly synchronized. "I don't even know where to begin," He said against her skin. "Do you know how many nights I've pictured you like this? How often I've pleasured myself to the thought of you? None of those fantasies could ever compare to this—how fucking good you feel underneath me."
Nymiria writhed against him shamelessly, chills forming along every inch of her body as his hands moved along the curves of her flesh. Each brush of his cock against her sent a hot ripple of pleasure through her core. Aziel moaned against her lips, pulling back just long enough to look down at her splayed thighs, at his body situated between them.
“No undergarments?” He smiled, breathing just as erratic as the pulse she felt under the tips of her fingers.
All she could think to do was shrug, giving him a smile of her own as she hiked her dress higher. “Easy access.” She chuckled.
Aziel fell forward again, pressing a hard kiss to her temple as he laughed. “Damn you.” He sighed. “Was this your plan all along? Luring me up here to have me falling to my knees in front of you?”
“It was either this or run away.”
He chuckled, his hand sliding over the swell of her breast. The tips of his fingers caught the dusky peaks there, circling slowly before taking one into his mouth. Her body arched in response, an electric sensation trailing from her chest to her sex in a powerful wave. “You did run from me. A few times, now.”
