A Court of Song and Shadow

Chapter 9: Azriel

Azriel slowly blinked his eyes, shifting slightly, until he realized his wing was stuck. He wasn't sure what- Gwyn was in his bed. His wing was stuck because it was wrapped around her. He had never thought that this moment would ever actually happen. He had thought about it happening plenty, when he needed release, he thought of this exact moment. But he never thought that it would come true. His dream. This perfect person in his arms, after sleeping a night together.

They hadn't even fucked. He wouldn't do that to her, even if she was sober enough to make her own decisions- he wanted her to be in a totally clear state of mind so she could fully remember what he would do to her. The pleasure he would bring, the sounds that would come from both of them.

Gods, just the thought of it made him have to shift slightly so she wouldn't feel what this was doing to him.

His shift in movement though, might have been a bit too sudden because Gwyn's eyes fluttered open.

And if this was Azriel's last moment in this life, we would have moved on to the next a happy male. Because those teal eyes staring at him, sleep still damping the sharpness of her gaze. He would cum just from this.

So instead he started talking, because that at least might get his mind off it. "Good Morning." he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"I could wake up like this more often." She answered, her fingers moving to his hair from his face.

This also wasn't going to get his mind off anything. Her morning voice was as raspy and low and the one she used while they were together last night, the one she used to beg him for more of him, every inch of him. Well, she wanted it. He was going to let her have it.

He got up, so swiftly she let out a small gasp. He needed to move faster or the small sounds she was making would unravel him right there.

Never breaking eye contact, he removed his clothes. He swore her eyes had widened slightly at the sight of him revealing every inch she had asked to see. He would show her the bad things he wanted to do.

His shadows had danced around her before with excitement. Now, as she leaned back against the soft cushion, they hovered over her smooth skin with soft seduction. They teased, cold mist dancing over her bare waist. Over the lines of her undergarments. They wove between strands of her splayed hair on his pillow. For some reason, the thought of his knife laying beneath her pretty head turned him on even more.

He should be patient. He would be. But... "If anything's too much," he fought to keep his voice even, "tell me. And I'll stop."

Gwyn nodded.

His shadows acted on his instruction, grouping together to form binds on her hands. She gasped and he studied her face. He saw only anticipation in her wide eyes. Lust in her lips, drawn between her white teeth.

He leaned down, dragging his own lips and teeth down her neck. He bit her collar bone, licked the spot. Kissed it.

He loved the way she wrangled against the restraints in a need to touch him in return. Loved the little noise she made as his cock dragged teasingly through the core of her. He did it again just to hear the needed little groan from low in her throat.

Crawling back up so his body caged her in, he brought his mouth to hers. Teasingly, sliding his tongue against hers in a way that had her lifting her head to meet him, unsatisfied.

She wanted more. And so did he.

"Needy," he whispered, voice hoarse. His shadows made a collar then, holding down her neck. A small smile of pleasure formed on her lips.