His thumb moved to her clit, applying pressure. With each frantic roll of her hips, that pressure enticed the coiling tension inside of her. Her thighs trembled, her breaths turning shallow. “You’ve always enjoyed it, haven’t you? Watching how well I handle this cunt?”
Yes, yes, yes.
Every thought in her mind sounded like a distant hum. Her body acted on its own—gripping and tugging, pushing, pulling. His lips were on hers, swallowing each moan, each curse that escaped her lips.
The pleasure was so intense, she could feel it in her soul. “Aziel, I can’t—”
“Yes, you can.” He fucked her with his fingers harder, faster, the pressure on her bundle of nerves increasing. “You can do it, Moonflower. Just breathe. You’re doing so well, I know you can do it.”
That pressure turned to a fullness she wasn’t familiar with, but instead of fighting it, she allowed her body to fall into it. White exploded behind her eyes, her body flying forward and arms wrapping around him. Aziel’s arm closed around her waist, their lips meeting in a frantic kiss. She rode his hand, the evidence of her release and his movements filling the room with sounds that heightened her desire even more. When his fingers slipped out of her, Nymiria pressed against his clothed cock, grinding out the remnants of a climax that seemingly had no end.
Aziel grunted against her mouth, his own body trembling as he met her thrusts. The urge to bury his teeth into her neck was too strong, leaving his incisors tingling. He did the best he could to reign it in, but the closer he came to his own release, the harder it was to control. He snarled, teeth sinking into the cushion of her lower lip.
Nymiria was so overcome by her pleasure, the thought of feeling it all over again hadn’t crossed her mind. But as soon as Aziel began lapping at the blood spilling from her mouth, every muscle in her body went lax. He held her there, grinding against her core, drawing out her pleasure.
She found her strength the moment a rushed, whimpered curse left his mouth. Her eyes opened, vision still swimming as she watched his face contort. His fingers dug into her hips, pushing the weight of her body down onto his pulsing cock.
Even covered, she could feel it—could feel the piercings pressing against her, rolling back and forth with each pump. She lifted her hand to his face, fingers trailing over his parted lips before she tucked a strand of hair away from his eyes.
Aziel lowered her onto the mattress, pressing light kisses along her jaw and up to her temple before he rolled away, his hand clutching at his heaving chest. The fire still burned in her, not quite sated, but dim enough that she could actually breathe and think beyond the arousal. It lingered like a dull ache. Though she should have felt some semblance of guilt for what had just happened, there was no room for regret. She’d wantedhim—he’d wanted her.
“Aziel,” she whispered. The only confirmation he’d heard her was the hum that came from him on the other side of the bed. “I… I don’t want to be with anyone else.”
It was the truth. A truth that she couldn’t quite wrap her head around, but one that she believed. She couldn’t imagine anyone else’s hands on her skin, anyone else bringing her pleasure. Perhaps it was selfish of her to tell him that, to let him know that while love was not something she trusted giving to another person, she could trust this. She could trust him.
“Alright.” He said quietly. When she turned to him, he peeled his eyes away from the ceiling and nodded. “Because I would murder anyone else who believed they could do what I just did.” A smile bloomed across her face, her hand sliding across the silken sheets to tangle with his own.
He’d once told her that he could survive off of crumbs of her love if that was all she was able to give him. Aziel did not lie. Perhaps he’d told himself and Nymiria things that were a stretch of the truth, but never had he lied about that. Whether she offered her heart or her body, he would take what he gave her and worship it, neither piece meaning more to him than the other, and he would guard those hoarded parts of her with his life.
Chapter 18
The relief didn’t last long. Nearly two hours later, Nymiria was going through another wave. Breathless and desperate, she assured Aziel that she would be fine, that it wasn’t nearly as intense as the first.
He took to running her a lukewarm bath, carrying her to the tub and lowering her into the water. She’d attempted walking, but every step she took sent a wave of pleasure coursing through her body, her knees shaking in response. They continued with this process three more times before Hilla came to deliver Dieve’s tincture. By this point, Nymiria’s body felt so heavy with exhaustion that she could hardly hold the vial to her lips.
She drank it greedily, her tongue seemingly shriveled and her vocal cords like dry-rotted ropes. Within minutes, her body had cooled and relaxed enough for her to sink down into the mattress. Aziel handed her another vial shortly after and when she looked up at him, his head was turned away from her.
“What is this?” She asked. Aziel swallowed. In all the time she’d known him, she’d never seen him look so…shy. “You can’t hand me something like this and not tell me what it is—it could be poison.”
He scoffed. “You believe I would poison you? After all that has happened in the last twenty-four hours?” When Nymiria’s pointed glare did not waver, he released a groan of displeasure and sank onto the mattress beside her. “It’s a preventative.” He said, finally.
“A preventative for what, exactly?” The harder she pressed, the more visibly uncomfortable he became.
For a moment, she believed she saw his cheeks turning a very pale hue of pink. “Pregnancy.” Nymiria chewed at the inside of her lip. Seeing her confusion, Aziel placed a comforting hand upon her knee. “This preventative should stay in your system for roughly a month. Just in case.” She finally took the vial into her hand, giving him an unsure look.
“I told you, I do not want to be with anyone else. I meant that. I can’t stomach—”
“There is a chance,” he blurted. “There is a chance that I may not be as infertile as I once was.”
She stilled at the confession, her heart thudding loudly as she looked over his sharpened features. He seemed uncomfortable with this revelation, the cloudiness in his eyes giving a glimpse at the storm that raged within his mind. “H-how?”
He gave her a side-long look as he leaned forward, resting his elbows upon the tops of his thighs. “You are not just the Goddess of Life. Fertility is also within your realm of power.”
Rolling the glass bottle between her palms, Nymiria drew in a deep breath. After watching the green liquid slosh around inside of the glass, she let out a chuckle. The chuckle turned into a laugh that turned into tears streaming down her face. Aziel watched her, utterly bewildered.
When she saw his expression, she only laughed harder, holding her hand up as if to signal for him to give her a moment to collect herself. Finally, after wheezing and clutching at her stomach for another few minutes, she released a shaky breath and shook her head. “It’s not every day that a woman can sincerely say that she has a magic cunt.”
As soon as the words left her mouth, Aziel fought as hard as he could to suppress his smile, burying his face in his hands to hide it. “Gods,Nymiria.”
