Decade | | Azriel

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Azriel was rather proud of himself. He rewarded her for being good just as he said he would. That reward consisted of chaining her to the bed and making her cum until she sobbed from how overstimulated she was.

It was a beautiful sight to see, her writhing in pleasure as she cried. Azriel always felt a little sick with himself for getting so worked up over seeing her cry, but she just looked so fucking pretty.

"Please, sir," she sobbed out as she squirmed on the bed, "I can't go again."

"I think you have one more left, princess," he coo'ed mockingly, "don't you want to be a good girl and give me one more?"

She whined incoherently and he gave a feral grin.

"One more," he repeated himself, "be a good girl and beg me for one more."

"Please," she cried, "only one, please."

"We'll both go this time," he muttered, standing so his face was no longer between her legs. This was always a practice of self-restraint for him. It took more control than he'd admit to not just lose his mind and finish it sooner than he wanted. He dragged it out for himself this way, denying himself his pleasure while he flooded her with nearly too much. Now, though, he's finally get himself off with her.

She screamed in pleasure when he thrusted into her all at once. He set his pace fast and hard, one hand around her throat as he kept up that relentless pace and she sobbed and screamed under him. The sight and sound of her gave him a rush of power.

Neither of them lasted long since Azriel had already been dragging this out for hours.

Azriel made sure to save enough energy to clean them both up before collapsing into bed with her. She curled up against his side and he gently wiped away the last of her remaining tears.

"You did so good, princess," he muttered affectionately, fingers trailing up and down her arm.

"I need a nap," she said, snuggling up closer to him.

"You get some sleep and I'll go get us something to have for dinner," he offered despite the fact that being away from her was the last thing he wanted. "Is there anything that sounds good to you?"

"You staying in bed with me sounds amazing," she hummed out, to which he laughed softly.

"As much as I would love that, you need to eat," he replied, smiling at her, "just tell me what you want and I'll be back before you have the chance to miss me."

"I'll miss you before you're even out the door," she retorted, "just stay."

"Five minutes," he conceded, though there was a large part of him that was ready to offer forever instead. Five minutes would just have to do.

She fell asleep within the five minutes and he eased himself out of bed and scribbled down a quick note in case she woke up before he got back.

He headed off, mind occupied with thoughts of what she had told him last night. He had the overwhelming urge to find the ex-fiancé she mentioned and rip his head off for whatever temper he had. It had to have been bad if it was enough for Rhys to take notice and sneak her out of the Spring Court. He hoped Rhys had killed the male back then.

He couldn't explain the anger that burned inside of him at the thought of that male, at the thought of him hurting someone so utterly perfect. She hadn't been very specific about what had happened, but Azriel knew the temper she said her ex-fiancé had was probably entirely destructive if it was enough to have her running across Prythian with the first stranger who offered her an escape.