Gods, just the image of her wrapped in his sheets was enough to set his entire being on fire.
Nymiria didn’t even bother closing the door behind her when she walked in.
It was becoming harder to swallow—harder tothink.His cock ached inside of his breeches, straining against the fabric and all it took was her fucking scent to have him this hard, this wound up...
Unbelievable.
He hissed through his teeth as he slammed the door closed behind them, but Nymiria didn’t jump. She made no quick movements of fear. In fact, she turned to him so slowly that it felt as if the world were ending.He'd always felt the pull towards her, but he'd ignored it long enough. Over time, it became a gnawing sensation in the pit of his stomach, climbing and spreading through him—driving him mad in the late hours of the night. The kiss they'd shared at the inn nearly did him in. He almost lost every ounce of control he had over himself.
He hadn't been able to erase it from his mind. He hadn't been able to find pleasure in anything else. Night after night, he'd pumped himself to completion at the mere thought of it, only able to dream.
"Are you alright?" He asked.
Nymiria stared at him, blinking away tears before shaking her head. "I don't know. I thought I was. I thought I could do it, but then I saw you… somethinghappened."
Something had happened. He'd felt it. He couldn't explain it, as there were no words in any language that could describe what'd happened, like he'd seen both of their futures and pasts colliding, like theirsoulsmerged in that distance between them.
“You feel it too.” She whispered.
It wasn’t a question. It was a fact, the truest words he’d ever heard coming out of anyone’s mouth.At her confirmation, his shoulders relaxed a fraction. Nymiria’s breathing was ragged, her pale skin flushed pink as she watched him take a step closer to her. It was languid and graceful, a walk one would take years retracing to perfection.
Even if it was just for tonight, Nymiria didn’t want to deny what she was feeling. Her natural instincts had taken over, fueling the fire inside of her and the desire to have him closer.
“I feelyou.” Aziel breathed, shaking his head. “It’s not enough.”
No. It wasn’t enough.
Nymiria’s lips parted the same moment as his, both of them frozen in place.
Waiting.
Worried.
Nymiria moved first.
Their mouths met in a heated fury, teeth clanking and lips parting. It felt like two stars colliding, an explosion of light and color forming behind closed eyelids, a vibration felt coursing through their bones and piercing the soul.Her hands fisted the fabric at his shoulders, gripping at him and wanting nothing more than to wrap herself in his comforting essence, in the heat of his embrace. Just one touch was enough to silence the constant whirring of thoughts in her mind until all she could process was the slide of his gloved hand on the curve of her ass and the feeling of his lips moving away from her own and connecting with her jaw.
He started there, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin just below her earlobe before burying himself in the crook of her neck. Chills ran over her skin, her thighs flexing at his hips when her back became flush with the wall.
Good gods, she hated admitting when he was right, but it was true when he said it wasn’t enough to just feel one another’s presence. It wasn’t enough to stand next to one another, for his fingers to linger on hers, for their eyes to meet. Even kissing him was not enough, the evidence of her starvation now throbbing at the apex of her thighs. It begged for friction—begged to be filled in a way she’d never felt before.
She had felt desire, but there was not a single touch or caress in the world that made her feel like a thousand stars were exploding in her bloodstream. There was no kiss that felt quite as deliciously sinful as his. It was absurd—she had to be imagining things. Drugged, perhaps.
She’d heard of flowers that existed here where just breathing in their aroma could cause intense delirium. Perhaps that was what this was.
The moment Aziel’s tongue trailed over her collarbone, her brow crumpled. Her teeth sank into her lip, hips shifting against the hard planes of his torso.
His fingers wove into the hair at the base of her neck, tugging gently to tilt her head to the side. Aziel's lips pressed deeper into her skin, teeth grazing over the opalescent flesh that glittered with his silver brand. She gasped when his hand slid over her bare thigh, sneaking under the dress that'd ridden far enough up her legs that it was in a rumpled circle around her waist.
"Aziel—" She breathed.
He pulled away instantly, eyes darkened with lust searching her own, as if he feared he'd done something to scare her. "I'm sorry." He muttered.
"No, it's not that." She shook her head quickly, hands splaying over his heaving chest and stroking at the dark branches there. She smiled and for a moment he looked at her as if he was overwhelmed with a heavy sadness, his brow furrowing as he stepped away from her. "I am fine, Aziel. There's nothing you need to worry about."
"On the contrary, there are a lot of things I need to worry about at the moment." He shook his head, features shifting to a look of contempt that she knew all too well. She didn't know what to make of his sudden terror, but she wasn't angry at him. Whatever was going on inside of his head was enough for him to stop, to pull away from her and put distance between them.
"I'm sorry if I overstepped a boundary."
