No,thiswas how one healed. By loving and being loved despite everything.
Then his warm hands were there, spreading her knees wide to expose her panties beyond. In one swift motion, he knelt and pulled free a knife from his boot that he used to cut them from her body. It happened so fast, Ariadne hardly had time to register the glint of the blade before the cool air swept across her fully exposed sex.
Breath hitching, she watched as he trailed kisses up her inner thighs, his perfect face framed on either side by the chains hanging behind him. Red eyes lifted, and a shudder swept down her spine just before he struck.
Fangs buried into her soft flesh, followed by the sharp points of his dhemon teeth, drawing a long cry from her lips. Ariadne buried her fingers in his hair, pushing them below the top knotat the crown of his head and holding him to her so she could relish the sensation of each pull he took. The initial pain faded fast into the hot pleasure she sought, and, as such, her cry shifted into a low moan.
Azriel’s eyes shuttered as he inhaled deeply. No doubt he smelled her growing arousal.
When he pulled his fangs free, he licked the subsequent trickle of blood with a slow drag of his tongue. “I have missed you.”
“Then have me,” she urged, still gripping his hair.
He hummed with satisfaction and adjusted himself so his horns could scoop up her thighs in the curve of them. The knife clanked as he set it on the table beside her, then, without another word, Azriel slid his tongue between her folds, growling low in his throat as he tasted her.
And damn her, Ariadne melted against his mouth, savoring the warmth each lick and suck provided. She watched as he devoured her. Savored her. It was like being thrust back into a wonderful dream, long forgotten. Each lap of his tongue stoked the fire in her core, so when he opened his eyes again to watch her moan, she already felt as though she would shatter.
“Azriel,” she breathed, gripping his hair hard—an action of necessity for herself rather than to urge him on. She knew without a doubt that, given the chance, this was where he would feast every night.
Another hum from deep in his chest, then he eased two fingers into her. After so long without such a touch, Ariadne felt herself stretch for him. The sensation was nothing in comparison to what was to come, and she welcomed the fullness that awaited her.
Gripping harder, she leaned back onto her free hand and lifted her hips from the table in a steady rhythm, meeting the glide of his fingers so they may curl at the perfect place inside her. Ariadne groaned his name again, and Azriel’s eyes blazed withheat. He would stay there all day if it meant sweeping her over the edge with pleasure.
“Again,” he demanded before returning his mouth to her sex.
“Gods…Azriel, yes…”
His hand moved faster, each beckoning stroke dragging her towards the precipice until her climax had her crying out again. Body tense and rolling with pleasure, she hauled in several deep breaths before she could untangle her fingers from his hair. Only then did Azriel rock back on his heels, once again kissing her thighs with lips that glistened.
“You are beautiful,” he murmured. “You are powerful. You are strong. And you, my love…you are allmine.”
Ariadne nodded, unable to voice her affirmation of his words.
Rising to stand over her, Azriel tugged his trousers open, freeing his heavy cock and stroking its full length before leaning forward. His free hand resting on the table beside her, he angled himself to her entrance as he kissed her neck and collarbone.
“Say it,” he whispered, pausing there with her aching for him.
After swallowing hard and finding her voice, she did as he bid: “I am yours.”
Azriel thrust into her as she spoke, and her mind went blank from the way he stretched her in that perfectly familiar way. Another thrust had her gasping, the hand she had just pulled from his hair now gripping the back of his neck for support. At the same time, he held her steady by the hips to prevent her from slipping farther and farther back on the table.
“Mine,” he growled before sinking his fangs into her throat.
She let out a small cry. Her thigh had just healed, yet now she felt him deep inside both her neck and core, and she reveled in his claim. Each long stroke of his cock mirrored the suck of his mouth, sending her reeling.
“Yours,” she agreed. “Only yours.”
And it was in that moment that Ariadne realized just how much he needed this, too. A week of not knowing what was happening to her, then even longer of watching her flounder with no way of giving aid. Her need to have him inside her was no more significant than his need for reassurance that she was and would always behis.
Only his.
All at once, the pleasure and joy collided. Ariadne rode the wave as he pulled his fangs free and kissed her hard. Metallic tang filled her mouth as they clashed in a passionate mix of teeth and tongue.
A hard thrust had her throwing her head back and moaning loudly. He growled in response, still holding her steady so she could take each pump of his cock without moving.
With her gripping the back of his neck, he used his free hand to run up her clothed body to the neckline of her dress. She leaned back, providing him with greater access, and he took up the knife from the table and cut down the front. In mere moments, one of her few dresses fell apart, exposing her breasts to him.
Yet she could not find it in herself to care. He dropped the knife back onto the table and cupped a breast, giving her a firm squeeze before rolling her nipple between his fingers. Heat erupted through her body at the combination of his thrusts and strokes.
