Aziel smirked when her eyes finally dipped lower. And as she watched the glide of his cock, and the snap of his hips, Nymiria's teeth sank into her lower lip hard enough to draw blood. The ruby liquid pebbled up under her incisor, her back arching at the primal sound that rumbled through Aziel's body.
She'd never smelled her own blood, but the scent that filled the air was not metallic, but sweet. And like a starved creature, Aziel fell forward, one hand fisting her hair, dragging her lips up to meet his, and the other still between her legs. His tongue brushed over her mouth, lapping at the droplets. It was then that he took the plump flesh between his own teeth. He nipped, sucked, drawing more of her nectar into his mouth.
Her senses were overwhelmed, her body trembling with the threat of her release. She found herself using her legs to drive herself down, meeting each roll of his hips, her body screaming as her climax neared.
Aziel could sense it by the quickening of her pulse and how her breathing changed. And even though the last thing he wanted was to pull himself from her, this was not how he wanted it to end. He wanted her to know that they were equal in this, that his control over their union was just as important as her own.
With a low growl, he released her lip and pulled back, slipping himself from her entrance and moving up the bed until his head rested against the pillows. She was quick to react, already crawling up the length of his muscled legs and settling onto his lap. The sight of his cock pressed between her folds had the muscles in his jaw quivering, teeth grinding against the urge to drive up into her.
She rocked her hips forward and almost every ounce of control over that urge nearly left his body, his splayed hands gripping her flowery thighs to ground himself. Upon seeing his reaction, Nymiria went still.
"Are you alright?" She panted, the palms of her hands resting flat against his chest.
Aziel let out a strained laugh, eyes dipping to where their bodies were almost connected. "Are you doing this to torture me?"
"Is it no good?" Her brow furrowed, actual worry shadowing her features as she looked down at him. He couldn't believe she even had to ask, but maybe she wasn't aware of the exact effect she had on him. "I'm sorry, I—" She prepared to move, but the moment she lifted herself off of his lap, Aziel's hands clasped around her hips, immediately guiding her back down onto his cock.
"Don't you dare." He snarled. "You're fucking perfect. And youfeeldivine." Nymiria let out a breath, eyes rolling in the back of her head when he ground himself against her, his piercings gliding over her swollen clit. His approval and his praise was like a physical touch, trailing over her skin in delicate brushes that had bumps forming along her arms and legs, traveling straight to her sex. "Is thatwhat you need?" He asked as he guided his cock to her entrance again. "Do you need me to tell you how well you're doing?"
She said nothing, but her lips parted as if she wanted to. Her brow crumpled and a soft groan sounded at the back of her throat. He sheathed himself into her with one slow stroke, his cock twitching as she curled her fingers against his chest.
"You should know it already, moonflower. Just look at how well you take me." His finger pressed under her chin, drawing her wild blue eyes up to his face. Fuck, she was beautiful. "You were made for me."
Nymiria moaned, lowering herself onto him the rest of the way. She couldn't take it anymore. She was worried at first, when he said it was torture, but she could finally see what he meant. It was painful, the type of pain and wanting that made it feel like her whole body exploded the moment he was completely inside of her again.
And as she rode him, hard and fast, Aziel kept praising her. Whether with words or gentle caresses, she felt it all. Each sound of her name was like a prayer upon the lips of the desperate. They moved together, breathed into one another, felt each other's bodies as if it would be the last time.
Aziel's body was growing rigid, his thrusts more sporadic, his grip on the back of her neck tightening and pulling her close. "Look at me." He panted. Nymiria obliged, letting out a whimper as her clit continuously brushed against his pelvis. "Remember that this is not mefuckingyou. Iloveyou, Nymiria."
She opened her mouth to say it back—she'd wanted to say it back. Deep in her soul, she wished she could have said it over and over again until she could not utter anything else, but it was at that moment that her climax came crashing down upon her, her hand curling around one of his horns as her body went limp against his. Aziel held her close, lips brushing against her shoulder as he fucked into her from underneath.
She could feel the pull of his piercings, the way his manhood twitched as he moved closer to the edge. And with one frantic, claiming kiss, Aziel found his ownrelease. He swore against her lips, eyes screwing shut and snapping open again as they rode out their pleasure.
Bodies spent, they laid there for a moment, with nothing but the sound of their hearts pounding to fill their ears.
Before the sun could rise over Yaar, Aziel and Nymiria dressed themselves and left Dorid’s sleeping chambers, stealing a quick bite of breakfast from the kitchen before retiring to Aziel’s room. They were silent as the sun began to rise, filling the room with a pale grey glow that forced solemn shadows over the floor.
She didn't want the night to end. She didn't want to pretend like there wasn't anything happening between the two of them, that their feelings for one another did not exist. Nymiria wanted to hold his hand, she wanted to kiss him in the halls and stay tucked away in the safety of his sheets every night.
But just like the time before, it seemed as if everything they'd done was to be nothing but a very good dream.
Aziel spent the greater part of that morning peppering kisses all over her body, touching and teasing her skin until she'd laughed and forced him to relax beside her. His hands were still trailing over every dip of her frame, eyes heavy with sleep when she let out a deep sigh.
"I suppose I should go see one of the healers for herbs to take after last night." She grumbled.
"Why?" Aziel smirked. "I'm barren, remember?"
Nymiria frowned as humiliation swallowed her, her brow furrowing as she remembered that conversation they'd had all those weeks ago. Even now, sadness filled her heart, but it was accompanied with a deep anger knowingwhysomething so horrible had been done to him.
She hadn't realized that she was frowning until Aziel's finger pressed against the line between her eyebrows. "If you still want to be cautious, I will go and retrieve some herbs from Hilla right this moment."
Nymiria shook her head. "It's not that, it's…" Her voice broke off into a groan, not wanting to press that matter further or to cause him more pain by speaking on it. "It has nothing to do with you.”
"I understand." He smiled a sad smile before placing a chaste kiss upon her shoulder. The room fell silent, but Nymiria was still trapped within the loud cells of her mind. She wanted to know him. She wanted to know everything. And for some insane reason, she couldn't bring herself to forget the odd relationship he had with the witch.
“You and Hilla…”
Aziel smiled as if she'd said something humorous. Perhaps it was, she thought, maybe it was ridiculous for her to even feel an ounce of jealousy towards anyone. Especially after what they'd just done and everything he'd told her. She should have understood that things between her and Aziel went beyond any regular interaction. “Hilla is just someone who helps me sometimes. An herbal witch that makes really potent salves that numb my hands. Yes, we had sex. Once. But I was lonely and angry, and to be fair, under the impression that my father had you wrapped around his finger.”
