The Savior

Flaming Pillows

So there is some smut in this chapter if you aren't ready for that please just know they have sex and move on to the next day. Thank you and sorry. 

Acalla P.O.V

After dinner, Azriel and Acalla walked back to their rooms together. Hand in hand. She wasn't mad at him for withholding information. She understood why he had wanted to. She probably would have done the same thing. 

They got to the door. Azriel opened the door and closed it carefully. She knew he was anxious. They silently walked to their room. He didn't even wait before pushing her up against the wall and started kissing her. Even though she knew he was almost at his breaking point he was still being gentle with her. She wanted him to be rough with her. 

His wings had come out and she knew that if she reached behind him and stroked her fingertips down the curve of them, the most sensitive part, he would break. 

He shuddered and groaned. He broke the kiss and looked at her. 

"Are you sure you want to go down that road?" He growled. 

She nodded. She stroked it again to get her point across. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back and moaned. She loved the sound instantly. She never wanted him to stop making that sound. 

He kissed her harder than before and pushed her fully against the wall. He grabbed her hands and pinned them to the wall above her head. He held her hands up there with one hand while the other started exploring her chest. 

He palmed her breast through her dress. She moaned. 

He kissed down her neck. He stopped and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist. He walked them from the living room to their room. 

He threw her onto the bed and climbed on top of her. 

He kissed her on her calf. Under her dress. He groaned as the dress got into his way. He flipped her over and started unbuttoning the dress. He pulled it off of her to reveal the dark green lingerie. 

His eyes considerably darkened. 

She giggled. 

They darkened more. 

He flipped her back over and started kissing her inner thigh. He was tired of the lingerie, she could tell from his impatience with his kisses. 

She unhooked the lingerie in the back and he pulled it down and off. She didn't think it was fair that she was naked but he was still fully clothed. Unfortunately, before she could voice her dislike of his clothing, he had his fingers on her center. 

She gasped and her head fell back against the pillow. She hadn't felt him there for what felt like so long. He continued for a few more seconds before pushing one finger barely in. She looked at him in disbelief. He was doing this now. She needed him and he was teasing her. 

He was the one chuckling now. He shoved the finger fully in her. She gasped. 

He pulled the finger out of her and replaced it with his tongue. She almost screamed. She could have died right then and there and she would have been fine. 

He moved his tongue over her center over and over. She moaned with his every stroke. 

He shoved his tongue into her. She screamed this time. Loud and guttural. He looked up at her through his lashes. 

He kept going but suddenly stopped. She looked at him with crazy eyes. She couldn't understand why he had stopped. 

He slowly kissed from her thigh to her neck.