A Court of Song and Shadow

Chapter 8: Gwyn

He had winnowed them into his bedroom. As Gwyn stared up into his beautiful face, she saw her own reflection in the pool of his hazel eyes. His lust filled eyes.

At this moment she didn't care that they had just disappeared. That her friends would be wondering where she had run off too. Speculating whom she ran off with. All she cared about was that his aroma of mist and cedar was surrounding her, invading her senses, so all she could think about was him. She could feel him everywhere. In the way his arm still remained wrapped around her waist from when he'd held her up against the wall in the bar. His legs tangled and pressed up with her softer ones. She felt each and every muscle of his chest shift as he took a shallow breath. Pushing him into her breasts, still littered with the evidence of his hungry kisses.

She became hyper aware of every part of her body that connected to the shadow singers. And by the bulge she felt pressing against her middle, so was he.

But she was also aware of the empty feeling on her lips. It had been minutes, and yet she craved his touch again. His tongue. "Kiss me," she said, fisting her hand in his shirt and pulling him down. His shadows skittered around their bodies leisurely. His hair tickled Gwyn's face. Her neck as he brought his mouth away from hers and to the skin there. Planting soft kisses. Scrapping softly with his teeth. Savoring and drawing this out like he could make it last forever.

She wanted this to last forever.

Yet each kiss had her squirming under him. Each inhale she took turned to a gasp. Followed by a moan. She needed more. Gwyn fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. Only managing to undo the top two before Azriel pulled back with a smile at her impatience. He rose on his knees, making her instantly frown at the loss of his warmth. But she quickly found, as he pulled the shirt away from his body, that his naked chest pressed up against hers was infinitely better. She couldn't stop touching him. Running her hands over his back. Over the muscles beneath his heated skin. He kissed her again. A kiss that nearly left her melting into the mattress. Azriel groaned when she arched her hips up to his, causing the center of her to rub down the length of him. "Fuck, Gwyn." A delicious thrill of pleasure washed over her at the new found sensation. And at the pleading tone of his voice. So she did it again, slower. "Shit." A breathy sound left his lips. Something between a whimper and a groan, in the form of her name.

She giggled. He froze. "What's funny?" He looked down at her. "Nothing, sorry. Take off your pants."

"What?" It was his turn to laugh. "Azriel," she groaned, reaching down to cup him. He hissed at the contact before regrettably moving her hand back to his neck. "No, Gwyn. We can't." He said after placing her hand somewhere she didn't want it. "You don't want to?" She frowned, hurt evident in her tone. "Gods, do I want to. But you're drunk. You said you wanted me, so I took you here," he motioned to his room. "Where you can have me." He met her eyes.

"But you just said I can't have you," she retorted. His answering smile was blinding. "I'm trying to be good for you, Gwyn. Trying to be good and not think of all the very bad things I want to do to you instead." His voice dropped, and his breath tickled along her jaw. She shivered. "You're making this hard." He said as he kissed her neck, just below her jaw. "You're hard." He bursts out laughing.

Azriel moved so quickly, she barely had time to react. One moment she was under him. Crushed by the feeling of him. The next, he was behind her. She was tucked tightly against his chest and felt all of him against her back. "Sleep," he whispered against the back of her ear. "I can't," she huffed. "Why not?" He asked, knowing the answer. "B-Because..." she trailed off, reaching for his scarred hand. She moved it so that it was cupping her core. Azriel's breath hitched. When he whispered her name this time, it was a warning. A low, gravelly, lust filled warning.

She laid there for a moment waiting for him to make his choice. Touch me, she wanted to beg. "Touch me," she finally conceded when he continued to make no move.

His resolve finally broke. His thumb drifted slowly back and forth on her stomach. Right above the band at her waist. He lifted it with his thumb, dipping his other fingers into the material until he reached the very center of her. Her pulse was pounding. Aching for the release his fingers could give.

As he dragged a finger through her wetness, he made an approving grunt. He touched the bundle of nerves that made her shiver with anticipation. Working circles into her as her body tightened. Her hips guided his finger down, inside her, moving together. She could feel his hips rubbing against the back of her as he kissed her neck. Their movements so in sync it felt like they were made for each other, it felt like their song, the music they made working through their mind and releasing in their bodies. Their beat matching the beat of his fingers, working in and out. It was invigorating, Gwyn bit her lip as they both sped up. Adding another finger, she could feel Azriel's breath increasing as his grip on her waist tightened. She felt the release coming, she knew as he hit a certain spot in her, she couldn't hold it in any longer. She cried out as the wave finally crested, falling over the edge her body shuddered. Azriel, almost immediately after, shuddered as well, the sound held in by his lips against her throat. They shattered together. He gave one final kiss to her temple, and she kissed his arm.

As they laid there after, Gwyn closed her eyes and fell into a calm, deep, sleep.

She awoke sometime in the middle of the night. They had shifted so that her head rested on his chest, her arm draped across his middle, his around her shoulders, the other holding the hand that rested at his side. It was the safest she'd felt in a long time. She wanted to remain forever.