“Yes,” I whisper.
He pushes a lock of hair behind my ear. “Are you still bleeding?” The only small acknowledgment of what’s happened makes me want to push him away. To scream at him that to me our baby was more than just blood, more than warmth between my legs. The baby was the warmth in my heart too, and in this cold world I’m shackled to, I need it.
But I don’t want to hurt him. Not when he came to me, to make love of all things.
I shake my head. “No.” It comes out choked.
No, there’s no evidence of the baby existing, I want to say.
He rolls me onto my back, and I let him, then he positions himself between my legs and lifts my thighs around his waist. Heat creeps up my neck at the way his focus devours my pussy, the hunger still there just as before, but different this time. This time there’s a heavy longing. Something unwritten between us.
Maybe it’s because there’s so much unsaid, so much uncertainty in our future. Maybe I’m clinging to the hope that his admission of lovemaking is just the beginning. That’s why I ignore that deep-seated anxiety in the depths of my core screaming at me that there’s more to this; instead, I embrace every touch.
He delivers a long steady stream of spittle; his eyes flit up to mine, demanding I watch as it drips from his mouth onto my bare pussy.
Then he takes his thick cock in his hand and pumps. My pussy clenches with expectation as he pumps his cockaggressively, causing a stream of glistening pre-cum to leak from the tip. He guides the thick head of his cock through the spittle, up and down my slick folds, and I moan, arching my back as he circles my clit before dipping lower. When he hisses through his teeth, he drops onto one arm above my head.
Our eyes remain locked, and he guides his thick cock into my pussy. I moan, and his lips part as he gawps back at me in awe.
When he’s fully seated, we remain still, locked in the moment, soaking in the love flowing between us, now as one.
“I want to be worthy of you, Hevan,” he rasps, causing my heart to constrict.
This beautiful, dark, deadly man is so intent on the world seeing him as such that he doesn’t realize he’s capable of so much more.
I cradle his cheek in my hand. “You can be.”
He closes his eyes briefly, and when he reopens them, they hold a purpose that wasn’t there before. “I hope that’s true,” he whispers, and before I can ask him what he means, he slowly begins to move, taking my breath away.
Azrael
Each passionate thrust of my hips is my declaration to her of how much she means to me. My giving her pleasure at her pace, in a tender way I know women crave but have never wanted to take part in. There’s something to be said about making love to a woman, to witness that love seep from her eyes as she takes enjoyment from the glide of your cock. Her inner walls pull me in, as if begging to be ravaged, and I want to devour her, but I want to savor every move, every moan and whimper. I want to bottle it up, a lasting memory to carry me into another lifetime.
“Azrael,” she pants out my name like a blessing and a curse, and I fucking love it.
“Faster, please, faster,” she begs, and I relish the fact that I created a monster, but I shake my head, refusing her. The truth is, I need this.
For the first time in my life, I need to make love to the woman who will forever be my everything in this life and the next.
Pleasure builds with each stroke of my cock. The wayher peaked nipples brush against my chest as I move at a steady pace sends electricity through my veins.
“Fuck, Hevan, you feel so good,” I mumble.
“Yes. Please. More,” she begs, and I kiss along her jaw, down her throat, and back up again, allowing her to see the very emotion I never knew existed inside me. Love.
She shudders and lifts her hips more forcefully and clenches and unclenches her pussy around my cock, determined to entice me to come quicker.
“Fuck, don’t do that,” I grit out. “I want it to last forever.”
A whoosh of air leaves her precious lips, and she leans forward, licking the seam of my lips, enticing me to open and welcome her tongue into my mouth.
I close my eyes and become lost in the sensation, the way her body is molded to mine, the way her tongue dances with passion within my mouth, and the way her body melts to my touch. We somehow become one.
She pulls back, and her pussy flutters around me. “Oh God.” Her hooded eyes remain transfixed on my lust-filled orbs. “I’m…” Her body tightens. “I love you, Azrael,” she screams into the room, sending me feral with a need to punish her for giving in too soon.
Why could heaven not last a lifetime? I thought heaven was eternal, so why is hell dragging me back to this savage depravity?
I push my thoughts aside and concentrate on the here and now. The fact I have a woman beneath me who sees me as her world, as a man capable of change and virtue, and for the first time in my life, I want to be that man too. Not just for her, for both of us.
