“Always,” she murmurs.
My movements are slow and controlled as I slide in and out of her warmth. Each pump of my hips creates a thrilling sensation in my spine, and the look of euphoria on her face as I stoke her lustful flames is a balm to my violent thoughts.
“Fuck, you’re marked as mine, Hevan. You’re mine. There’s no leaving me now.” My words come out choked, almost begging.
My orgasm is there already, clutching at my balls, purely at the intensity of the sight of my branding.
“Azrael,” she pants out, and I’ve no choice but to move quicker.
“Azrael, oh God.” She raises her hips to meet mine, my pace quickening, and our breaths become labored. “Kiss me,” she pleads, and I drop onto my elbows to grant her request. She wraps her arms around my neck, hauling me closer. My chest rubs against hers, her nipples peaked, her branding smearing on me, branding me too.
Our tongues dance and our bodies combust.
“I love you,” she rasps against my lips, hitting me with a blinding truth I don’t want to acknowledge but can no longer deny.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Azrael
Contentment is not something I’ve felt before, but now that I have, it’s something I will forever crave. I’ve watched her sleep for hours now. She seems truly at peace in the devil’s arms, and I bask in the beauty of it. Her pouty pink lips beg to be taken; even in her sleep, she calls to me.
My arm is banded around her waist, stroking over her velvety skin while I memorize each and every feature.
“I can sense you watching me.” She rolls over to face me. “It’s kind of creepy.” She smothers her giggle by biting her lip.
“Creepy, huh?” I nip at her neck, causing her to shriek playfully.
“Very!” She squeals as I tickle her.
“Okay, so you don’t want a creepy man licking your pussy clean, do you?”
I climb on top of her and peer down at the most mesmerizing shade of blue I’ve ever witnessed.
She cocks her shoulder. “I could be persuaded.” Persuaded sounds good to me. I lick my lips, imagining her taste bursting on my tongue, setting my taste buds alight. She turns her head and kisses my fingers and over my nonna’s ring.
Afterward, she extends her hand, moving my hair away from my face. “Tell me something about you.” Her eyes shine with expectation and hope, something I have no intention of dulling. I drop beside her and swirl my finger over her bare stomach.
“This ring.” I tap with my free hand. “My nonna gave it to me the day she died.”
She watches me closely, and I’d normally hate the scrutiny, but I appreciate her attention now more than ever. “She used to call mela mia luce. It means her light.”
Hevan swallows, and her eyes fill with tears, so I avert my gaze to her stomach.
“She believed in me when nobody else did, and now I think she sent me you. Without you, I’d be the demon of my father’s creation.”
She shakes her head. “No, you wouldn’t.”
“One day I hope to believe that,la mia luce.” Then I slide down the bed before she can ask me any more questions, particularly about my nonna’s death.
A loud knock on the door interrupts my descent to my girl’s weeping pussy, and I still in anger. “Fuck off!” I bellow over my shoulder.
“Sir, it’s urgent.” Jensen’s voice rumbles through the wood, and I know it must be urgent because, frankly, the man doesn’t have a death wish.
“Fuck’s sake,” I grumble, dragging myself off the bed, and storm toward the door. “Cover yourself,” I command to Hevan.
Before opening the door, I cast her a quick glance to check she’s done as I asked, and I’m pleased to see her burrowing under the blankets.
I throw open the door, not even trying to hide my annoyance or enormous erection. Jensen’s startled gaze finds mine, and he rears back when he realizes I’m naked. “Fucking hell,” he mumbles.
