It’s my undoing.
Iwanthim to destroy me.
I’m willing.
The burn of the stretch is all-encompassing. Azriel is filling my body to bursting, spreading me to my limit. I can feel him in my very atoms as he pulls back and thrusts back in, filling me so completely it feels like all of my cells have been rearranged. At the same time, I’ve never felt so whole, so completely in tune with someone else. Like a puzzle piece that was missing, fitting back into place. The very last one.
I gasp as Azriel spreads my legs as he leans into my body. I wrap my thighs around his waist as he nails my prostate over and over, my mouth opening up on a guttural moan that comes from the depths of my soul. His teeth clamp around my earlobe, and he bites down softly, making a shiver run down my spine, and my balls tighten. He knows what he’s doing as he swipes his tongue down the slope of my neck and sucks on my pulse point, dragging his teeth over it.
Whimpers and whines are ripped from my throat as he buries his face into the crook of my neck, his warm breath against my skin bringing me even closer to the edge. Azriel braces himself on one forearm next to my face as he uses his freehand to wrap around my cock, and his tight grip moving up and down at the same time as he hits that one spot inside of me over and over is my undoing.
I moan loudly, barely able to hear Azriel’s throaty groans over the sounds of my pleasure. My balls tighten, and I plant my feet on the altar and begin to top from the bottom.
“Yes, Elijah,” Azriel moans against my ear, and I mewl. “Fuck yourself on my cock. Spill all over my fist.”
“There,” I groan. “Don’t stop. Please. Don’t—don’t?—”
Sweet relief washes over me as I do exactly what he demanded, spilling over his fist, my body tensing as the most intense orgasm of my life takes hold of me and rattles my bones.
“Does my sweet boy like his slutty little hole filled?” Azriel whispers against the shell of my ear, and I clench around his cock. “My perfect little fuck hole.”
My chest heaves as I come back into my body, feeling more than seeing as Azriel slows down and stops altogether. I frown, confusion snapping me out of the little bubble I’ve been in, because he hasn’t come yet. He straightens, letting go of my cock and grabbing something from beside him. A silver knife.
“Swear to be mine,” Azriel chokes out, and I nod quickly, eyes wide. “Prove it to me.”
“H-how?” I stammer.
“Seal this bond between us,” Azriel replies, and I watch in rapt fascination as he slices his palm and holds it over my face. Blood drips onto my skin, warm and sticky, and he looks at me expectantly. “Drink me.”
I part my lips slightly, and Azriel presses his hand between them, forcing them to open more. I suck hard, drinking his blood, savoring the coppery-sweet taste before he rips it away from my mouth and smears it down my face.
“Mine,” I groan. “You’re mine, Azriel. I’ll never let you go now.”
Azriel grabs my hand and presses it to his chest, holding it there as he pushes forward once more and impales me on his length. I cry out, my body moving up on the altar with the force of his thrusts. My hand grips his chest, fingers digging in the faster and deeper he goes. It turns red from his blood, and I’m mesmerized. Absolutely hypnotized by the angel above me. Because that’s what he is. My angel, my salvation, and also my sweet damnation.
“Hide me from God,” I whimper as Azriel goes faster, and he lets go of my hand, leaning down and covering my body with his. “Please, baby, don’t let him see my ruin.”
Azriel’s wings spread above us momentarily, and then he wraps me in them tightly. I’m in a cocoon of warmth as he fucks me deeper, like he’s trying to embed himself inside of me.
“I’ll keep you safe,” Azriel vows. “Now.” Thrust. “Forever.” Thrust. “Always.” Thrust.
“Yes,” I moan, his abdomen rubbing against my cock with every thrust. It’s lighting me up from the inside out, and before I even know what’s going on, I’m close again. “I’m gonna?—”
“Come for me again, Beloved,” Azriel begs. “I want to fill you. Mark you. Claim you as mine.”
“Oh. Mmmm,” I moan. “I’m gonna come! I’m gonna come for you.”
“That’s it, my good boy,” Az growls against my ear, going faster now, hitting my prostate over and over. “So good for me.”
I’m tense as I feel my cock erupt, spurts of hot cum landing between us, all the way up to my throat. “Azriel!” The way he keeps rubbing against my sensitive length makes me shudder, and I gasp. “F-fuck.”
“My name sounds divine coming from your lips, Little Lamb,” he groans, lifting himself off me and getting on his knees between my legs. His hand wraps around my throat as he slams into me with a force so powerful I feel like he’s going to come outof my mouth. “This ass was made to take me. So good, Elijah. So fucking tight.”
“It’s yours,” I say. “All yours.”
I watch, mesmerized, as Azriel’s hips slap against my ass and he bites on his bottom lip. His abs are soaked with my cum, glistening in the low candlelight, and I grip his thighs with my fingers, needing to feel him. I haven’t touched him much, and I’m starting to regret that.
He doesn’t seem real as I stare up at him, broad shoulders, thick chest, trim waist leading down to a huge cock that’s currently splitting me in half. His golden eyes stare into mine, dark curls unruly over his forehead, beautiful ashen wings spread once more. Absolutely stunning.
