A Love From A Different World

Chapter 75

Azriel could not believe this was truly happening. He and Celeana, together, in bed. It had taken nearly all of him not to approach her when he had seen her dancing at the club. When he saw her move, laughing and smiling, the most free he had ever seen her.

The woman was brilliant, shinning so bright, he hadn't wanted to taint her shine with his shadows. So the male had stayed hidden, away from sight, content with simply watching her from afar. But then Celeana had lcoked eyes with him and danced, and Mother Above, it had been so erotic. And then she went to him, made her way through the dancing mob and put herself too close for him to ignore.

She seemed so carefree, and when she looked up at him with those sparkling eyes- hell, what male could ever refuse her?

She had called him pretty, and damn him, but he had almost proclaimed his love for him right then and there. Him, savage, barbaric, scarred, she had called him pretty.

It had taken every ounce of training to keep himself cool and collected. But that self-control all but vanished when she kissed him. With the first touch of her soft lips, his eyes had closed. The noise around them, the people, it all vanished when her lips had touched his.

Ecstasy. That was the only word to describe what that kiss had been. Pure ecstasy. Something he had never felt before. It had been soft, gently, but passionate. It had burned him, branded him. With one kiss, Azriel had become addicted to the feel of her lips.

Was this what happiness tasted like?

Had he died right then, he would have died happy.

When they had parted and Celeana asked to be taken back home, Azriel did not dare to hope for more. But Celeana did want more, she seemed to want him nearly as much as he wanted her.

That thought alone was enough to make his heart soar.

Everything felt like a dream. Kissing her, touching her, undressing her.

Celeana was absolutely perfect. And so, so beautiful. Laying there underneath him, laid out like a buffet solely for him. And the male planned to thoroughly enjoy his meal, knowing that neither of them would be getting much sleep.

When Celeana had looked at him with heavily eyelids and flushed cheeks, Azriel knew that he had never desired anyone as he desired her. Never want to touch and taste someone the way he wanted to ravage her. Azriel wanted to take hours worshipping her body, to learn every crevice, every dip.

He almost came just from the thought alone.

The male's hardness was becoming painful as he looked at the woman's nipples standing at attention, as her core glistened under his gaze.

He wanted to hear her scream with pleasure. Had put up a protective ward around the room and planned on making cry out enough that the walls trembled.

In his entire immortal existence, Azriel had never tasted anything as delicious as her breasts. The soft, supple breasts were exquisite as he licked them, nibble on them. Celeana was moaning, her body trembling under his touch. He breathed her in, taking in her scent of jasmine and lemon, whiling his mind to engraved her scent, to adopt it, to possess it.

Mother above, the warrior wasn't sure who was enjoying this more, Celeana or him.

His tongue flicked against her nipple, and he saw her head tipped back, her fingers digging into his shoulders, urging him to take more, take harder.

Every cell in his body rejoiced in the satisfaction that he was pleasing his woman.

He growled his approval, her breast still in his mouth, on his tongue, his hand making lazy strokes from her ribs down her waist, down her thighs, then back up. She arched in silent demand—

Azriel smiled against her skin.

His shadows pressed against her core, and Celeana released the most erotic sound he had ever heard.

If he didn't know any better, Azriel would have said that Celeana had burst into flames.

For a second, the female looked panicked-an emotion he had yet to see her portray. To calm her, he lifted his lips to hers. He allowed his shadow to switch her to breasts instead as his hand continued stroking, closer and closer to where she needed him.

"You're magnificent," he murmured onto her lips, his tongue sliding into her mouth.

She tried to press herself against his hardness, bucking her hips, grinding herself against him. It seemed, that the female was trying to do anything to ease the building ache between her legs. Azriel groaned as she slid a hand between the two of them. Celeana closed her fingers around him, at the velvet-wrapped steel, The male groaned again, pushing into her hand. She pulled her mouth from his, her blue and gold eyes pinning him down as she slid her hand along him. He lowered his head—not to kiss her, but to watch where she stroked him.

He was losing his sanity with every pump.

And he would if she continued. He could not come just yet.

Azriel gripped her wrist, drawing her hand away. She opened her mouth in protest. "Let me," He managed to growled onto her skin between her breasts. "Let me touch you."

His voice trembled enough that Celeana lifted his chin, bit his bottom lip and said, "Do your worst Shadowboy,"