“My heart and my legs do not always agree with one another.”
Aziel hummed as he slid his mouth moving to the other side. “So I’ve learned.” His tongue flicked over the bud, his hand going lower and lower along her torso until it hovered over her mound. Nymiria gripped the crumpled pieces of her dress at her sides, fingers digging into the fabric in preparation of what was to come next. “Are you alright?” His voice was a soft whisper, but the question rang loudly in her ears.
Shewasalright. But, still, she trembled as if she’d never been touched before. She’d had a number of men, and being with Aziel should have been no different. While he seemed so confident in each skilled caress of his hands and lips, she could feel the pounding of his heart, could see the fluttering quickness of his pulse in the vein on his neck. His fingers smoothed over her legs, dipping closer to the pulsing ache between them.
She tensed for just a brief moment, face flushed and breathing erratic. It didn’t matter how many men she’d had, the way he looked at her made it feel like she’d never done a single damn thing in her whole life. There was no one that could compare to this—that could make her feel this way with just the slightest brush of their fingers.
A gasp escaped her lips when his fingers traced over her seam, sliding through the wetness that had formed there. “I haven’t been… I haven’t been with a man in a very long time.” She confessed, words strained and hitching with each teasing stroke of his finger.
Aziel hummed, eyes fixed between her legs. His concern was replaced with a sort of prideful confidence, eyes gleaming as he watched her hips raise up to meet his hand. “Unfortunately, love, it seems you must continue your streak of being without a man for a while longer.”
Was he going to stop? He couldn’tpossiblystop.
Her brow furrowed. She was struck with frustration, her heart pounding as he rose up onto his knees. She was tired of these games—the teasing, the taunting. If he didn’t touch her soon, she would surely scream. But she could humor him. Even if it would be the death of her, the confidence he exuded was arousing in the most shameful way possible.
“And why is that?” She huffed, preparing for the moment that he would slip right off of the bed and walk away.
But that moment never came.
Aziel merely pressed her thighs further apart, lowering himself until his mouth hovered over her aching, throbbing center. “Because I’m afucking god, not a man,and I have absolutely no intention of letting you go any time soon.” The idea of a smart retort vanished from her mind the moment his mouth covered her clit. His hands hooked under her knees until they were nearly pressed into the mattress.
Her head fell back onto the satin sheets, her body filled with the urge to arch, but the position of her legs made it impossible. Each swirl and dip of his tongue made that fire in her belly grow, made the ache of her core intensify. Her legs wanted to close, if only to trap the sensations filling her, but the more she fought against his grip, the stronger he became.The moment two of his fingers pressed into her opening and his lips closed over her again, Nymiria’s mouth formed a silent scream. He pumped them once…twicebefore she felt that pinnacle of ecstasy. She was close to the edge, thighs trembling on either side of his head, his name on the tips of her tongue.
“Gods!” She rocked forward into a seated position, her arms bracing her weight. The backs of her eyes started to fill with a kaleidoscope of colors, but then…
Nothing.
Nymiria was prepared to scream at him, to curse, to act like an absolutebrat, but his hardness was suddenly pressing between the lips of her sex. Her eyes opened to his face, lips still wet with her arousal.
She watched, breathless and filled with want, as his hair began to change. Starting from the roots, black swallowed the white. The start of horns poked through the darkened strands, curling outwards until they were on full display. Her breath caught in her throat, the beauty of him entirely overwhelming.
“You think this is overwhelming?” His breath washed over her lips, his hands pulling at her thighs until she was nearer to the end of the bed. “You should see yourself.”
Confused, Nymiria followed his gaze to her body. In the places where those silver vines and moonflowers were once branding her skin, she was nowbloomingwith tiny white flowers. Their centers were the palest of pinks, their stems thin and clear like tiny strings of glass. She let out a shaky breath, looking at him briefly before she let her fingers brush over the soft petals.
“How—”
Aziel’s hand cupped her cheek, forcing her to look at him. “You are a goddess.” He whispered. “The Goddess of Life.Thisis who you are.” His hand moved from her cheek to the dip of her waist. “And life does not come without death.” The grin that spread across his face was utterly sinful, his gorgeous blue eyes sparkling as he took his cock into his hand and guided it to her entrance. “Do you want to come with me, moonflower?”
There was not a moment to hesitate. There was not a moment tobreathe, let alone speak.Still, she nodded, eyes dropping to where he was now sliding himself against the evidence of her arousal.
“How would you like me?” He asked. “Do you want it slow?”
Eyes closed, Nymiria shook her head, a low mewl sounding from her when he pressed the head against her. “No,” she said. Her eyes fluttered open again, hoping that the look in her eyes could convey just how badly she wanted this—how she wantedhim. “I want all of you.”
Without missing a beat, Aziel was pushing himself into her wet heat until he was buried to the hilt. They released a unified moan, fingers digging into flesh and lips brushing. She moved back just enough to look at him, to see the darkened look on his face as he started to pull out. She felt him twitch inside of her, both of them pulsing, both of them holding on to one another for dear life. She could feel the balls of his piercings dragging against her, pressing into her, with each inch of his retreat.
It felt like a claim—like it was intentional. Like Aziel was waiting for her to recognize them and know that they were…
Just. For. Her.
“Just for you.” He breathed. "I don't want you to forget how that feels." She wouldn't. Good gods, there was no possible way in the entire world that she'd be able to forget this feeling.
With the simple nod of her head, Aziel slammed into her again. Her back arched, her mind going blank. Pleasure had taken over her completely—ensnaringher to the point that it was controlling everything. Every thrust met, every kiss, every groan was a bodily reaction, not a performance.His lips and hands were everywhere at once, testing and tasting every available inch of her. She was at his mercy, her body and mind completely disconnected.
When her walls tightened around him, Aziel buried his face into her neck, teeth grazing along the skin as he moaned curses against her. She gripped him tighter, nails nearly puncturing the skin on his back when he lifted her leg and thrust into her rougher than before. Each movement forced her grip on him to loosen, until she was splayed across the mattress in front of him. The bounce of her breasts, the feeling of his fingers pushing her thighs apart, his breath against her lips when he came forward for a rushed, passionate kiss—every sensation added to her desperation.
The moment his thumb brushed over her bundle of nerves, a display of colors she'd never seen before clouded her vision. She let out a small gasp, blinking rapidly as she tried to fix her vision on him. Her eyes made a trail from the swell of his plump lips, to the sharp curve of his jaw, down past the taut muscles of his neck. She followed the black branches on his chest to the base of the tree stretched across the flexed muscles on his stomach.
