The beginning of Gwyn and Azriel

You Are Mine

  Azriel did not dare break their connection.

  He had never experienced such a celestial, intangible, and burning desire.

  His mates thighs were trembling on his lap, circling around him in a never ending link. They both were trying to catch a breath...both completely drenched.

  Azriel's own quaking hands ran up her sweating back and up to grip her hair once more, pushing her lips to his in urgency. Gwyn only grinded down in demand, her body unable to pause just yet.

 "I'm so proud of you," he whispered on her lips.  

  He felt her smile...felt her joyous tears.

 "Thats how it is supposed to be like?" she bent to lick along his jaw.

 "It has never been like that for me.." he swallowed when her tongue sucked patterns at his throat. He impaled her so deep inside, able to feel every single part of her.

  And when she continued to move against him...he was so hard once again.

 "How do people ever stop," she gasped.

  And her body surrendered, yielding to him once again. As if, every part of her being had been waiting out just for him. Gwyn just captured his mouth, moaning, as she clenched around him....daring him to thrust into her.

  Azriel knew she could handle his roughness and would not break. But, he did not want to take any chances...not when they had finally reached such a monumental step in their life.

  That did not mean that the Shadowsinger could not be creative. So, Azriel gripped her thighs and pushed their bodies off the bed. He carried them, all while remaining connected, until he placed her backside on the dresser edge.

  Gwyn just parted her legs, inviting him in their new position. Azriel thrusted out for the first time, carrying out her pleasure while doing so. Then he gripped his base, nestling the tip between her folds. He levered his shaft up and down, smearing release over her centre.

  She groaned as he teased her, clawing at his chest in a deranged state.

 "What do you want, Priestess?"he fisted her hair, yanking her throat to be fully exposed. Gwyn pulsated over him because of that roughness.

 "You," she breathed, sweat dripping down her arched neck.

  "Be more specific," he growled, pulling harder on her hair.

  "I want you to.." she bit her lips when he slid his tip against her again.

  "Yes," he began to make marks all over her neck.

 "I want you to fuck me."

  Gwyn was incomparably tight, but she stretched and expanded to accommodate his length. Despite her tightness, she was able to accept him hungrily, allowing him to reach the deepest part of her.

  Azriel held himself deep inside her for a moment,  savouring the sensation of being connected to his mate after experiencing pain throughout his life.

  But, the mating frenzy did not allow for such sentimental moments at that time...his entire being was screaming at him to claim her...please her...make her release until she could barely move.

  Azriel started to pump.

  At first, he fucked  Gwyn with intense long strokes. But when she began to scream out in ecstasy, he quickened his pace and began to pound her into the dressing mirror. Every item on the dresser had been thrown to the ground...the mirror was ready to shatter from the sheer force of him.

 "Yes," she begged, her nails raking into his back. Azriel felt her flutter and squeeze around his erection, only encouraging him to move even faster.

  It felt indescribably good and Azriel had to hold himself back. He plunged into her again until his vision was clouded from his own ecstasy. He bent to kiss her chest, moving his tongue to suck on her breasts as he impaled her, again and again.

 "It's so good-" Gwyn could barely speak.

 "You like that, baby?" he thrusted with every word. But Gwyn just exposed her neck to him, arching her back on the edge while he claimed her in every way.

  Azriel felt his release nearing with ever thrust.  He just continued to slam his cock into her tight wetness. The mirror shook off the dresser and shattered under his feet, but Azriel could not care less. He bit into her nipple as he hammered deep one last time.

  And when he felt her spiral and scream... he lost it again.

  That deep territorial instinct was pulsating...causing him to spew his release within her.

  Marking her as his...for everyone to fucking know.

 "You are mine.." he growled as he felt her convulsing around his body.

 "Yes," she grinded into Azriel...reeling out another orgasm.

 "Yes," she gasped, arcing her back again...her eyes rolling to the back of her head. She was gasping...clawing...clamping.

  Gwyn was also feeling the depths of the mating frenzy.

  They paused for a moment...letting themselves catch a breath.

 "Are we stopping?" she finally asked.

  The couple did not stop...they continued their exploration all throughout the night. Azriel made sure that all the positions would not trigger his mate.

  And when morning came, Azriel never wanted to leave that little room. But a knock at the door distracted his train of thought. 

  Without even bothering to second guess anything, Azriel grumbled and stepped out of the bed...away from her heat.He was shirtless and sweating...but he was able to pull on his trousers. Azriel then went to open the door, allowing only a sliver to be exposed.

  In front of him stood Clotho...and another one of the Priestesses, named Merrill. He knew her to be the bitch that used to punish his mate.

  Azriel swung open the door, marching straight to the wench-

  A hand hit his chest, right against his heart, blocking his path from the Priestess. Azriel lowered his gaze to see Gwyn standing in front of him, wearing only his shirt.

  Merrill only laughed, "Well, now I know what Gwyn has been doing all these months."

 "You do not know anything.." he growled low in his throat.

  Gwyn turned to the wench, allowing them to see her appearance...and no doubt...smelling him all over her body.

 "You two kept everyone up at all hours last night," Merrill raised a brow. "And you know what happens to those who disobey our rules.." the wench dared to say.

 Gwyn only smiled, "No need to worry. I wont be needing a room here anymore."

  Merrill gasped, staring between Azriel and Gwyn.

 "I also am not planning on resuming my time at the library so feel free to find another assistant.." Gwyn trailed.

  Clotho smiled wide at his mate.

 "I plan on moving in permanently with my.." Gwyn paused, combing their fingers together. 

 "With my mate."