Shadows Whisper | | Azriel

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Azriel took his time cleaning to give Astryn plenty of time to cool down before they talked. He headed off to her after a while though, and was entirely caught off guard by how he found her.

She had bathed, which was expected. What wasn't expected was her sitting naked, still dripping wet from her bath, on the bed. He wondered if she had even the slightest idea of what just the sight of her did to him. He kind of hoped she didn't. They were supposed to talk. He shouldn't be getting hard just at the sight of her. Cauldron, why wasn't she wearing any clothes?

He took in a sharp breath and cursed himself for letting his eyes wander, for greedily taking in every inch of exposed skin.

"Can you show me how it can feel good?" Astryn broke the silence, her voice so small and nervous.

He blinked at her, like he hadn't heard what she said even though he heard loud and clear.

"Astryn..." he trailed off, hands balled into fists at his sides. "We should...talk. We were going to talk."

"I don't want to talk about what they did," she mumbled with a shrug, "I just want...I want to know how it can feel good."

"But we should—I...are you sure? We don't have to," he spoke quietly, hoping he didn't notice how strained his voice was, how it was taking everything in him not to just cave. "We can talk. We should talk."

"I don't want to be sad again," she said, "I want to know what it's like to feel good."

Azriel took in another sharp breath, all too aware of the way his heart was pounding.

"I need...you have to talk to me, okay? Tell me what you like, what you don't. If there's anything you don't like, I'll stop as soon as I know, okay? You understand?" he asked, and she nodded. "Out loud," he prompted gently, "tell me out loud that you understand."

"I understand," she confirmed, her violet eyes so wide as she stared at him.

"Good girl," he praised softly because he already knew she liked that. He didn't let himself think into why she liked the praise so much, why she liked being told she was good. He didn't let his mind drift to her voice so full of fear as she said she would be good. "Lay back for me, darling."

She did it, without question or hesitation and he finally let himself look at her without feeling guilty for it. He just stared at her for a few seconds, as if reasserting to himself that this was real.

He took slow, careful steps—gave her more time to change her mind before he climbed into bed with her. He was on top of her, still dressed as he braced himself up over her naked body. His head dipped down and he kissed her. He kept one hand against the bed to support his weight and dragged his free hand up her side, to her chest.

"Do you like that?" he pulled away from her lips to ask. "Do you like when I touch you here?"

"Yeah," she gasped out, nodding, "it feels...yeah."

"Do you want my lips there?" he offered, and he smiled slightly at the way her eyes somehow widened even more.

"Please," she muttered, and he gave her what she wanted. Her hands went to his hair again as her kissed and licked and bit all over her chest. "Az."

"Good?" he asked, though her expression was almost enough of an answer. Almost.

"Good," she repeated back to him, "it's good."

He went back to what he was doing and began slowly, carefully trailing his lips further and further down her body. He kissed and licked and nipped around both of her thighs before stopping and looking at her.

"Remember you can tell me to stop at any point," he reminded her, staring so intently.

"I know," she said with a nod, "I don't want you to stop."

"Can you spread your legs for me?" he requested, and her legs spread apart almost before he even finished saying it. "Good girl," he praised again. "Such a good girl for me."

"I like that," she gasped out, "I like when you call me that."

"That's good," he responded, "that's good. Keep telling me what you like, darling."

And then his head was between her legs. He nipped at the insides of her thighs and licked away the slight sting of the bites. And then his lips were where she didn't know she needed them most, his tongue darting out and licking every bit of her like he wanted to devour her. And his tongue was inside of her and she hadn't ever felt anything like this before and she thought she might actually cry because it felt so good.

When he added his fingers was when Astryn really did cry, a sob of pleasuring ripping through her. It caught Azriel's attention and had him immediately pulling away.

"Don't stop," she gasped out as she cried, "please, it feels so good. It's so good. Please don't stop."

He went right back in at that, giving her everything he could. He wanted her to feel good, to feel better than good.

Her hips bucked against his face and his hands and he let her ride it out as the wave crashed into her. She was gasping for breath by the end, tears rolling down her cheeks as she mumbled nearly incoherently about how good it felt.

"You want more or are you all worn out?" Azriel asked her, eyes searching.

"More," she muttered, "please, I want more."

"Tell me if it's too much," he said before he finally stripped himself of his clothes, tossing them aside before positioning himself over her again. "So pretty and perfect for me," he praised softly before kissing her. He kissed her lips. And then across her jaw and her neck and her shoulder and her chest. "My perfect girl. Say it, yeah? Say you're my perfect girl."

"I'm yours," she said, and he gave a little smile.

"That's not what I asked, darling. I want you to say you're my perfect girl. Say that for me and I'll give you everything you want," he bargained, "just tell me you're my perfect girl."

His hand drifted lower, fingers pressing with not quite enough pressure where she needed him.

"I'm your perfect girl," she finally repeated back to him, and he gave that extra but she needed to have her a moaning mess again.

Then she felt him pressing into her and her eyes widened. She looked down between them, catching a glimpse of it.

"You're so big," she mumbled, and he laughed quietly.

"Thanks," he replies with a little grin that quickly vanished. He groaned as he slowly sunk himself into her. He stilled once he was fully in, his breathing heavy and ragged. "Tell me when I can move."

"Move," she didn't hesitate, "please. Please."

He pulled out just slightly and sunk back in, thrusting over and over and rubbing some part of her she didn't even know existed with his fingers.

"You look so pretty," he complimented as he thrusted into her, "such a pretty and good girl for me. Doing so good, Astryn. Does it feel good? Do you like it?"

"So good," she murmured, her words the slightest bit slurred. "So good."

He kissed her again, and he vowed to make her feel good for the rest of their lives.