Azriel | Lux Ex Tenebris ✓

II

one last time; warning: mature content

✧Misma POV✧

It were those soft and tender strokes, filled with heat and passion, that made me shudder.
Pressure building in my lower belly and damp heat pooling in my core, Azriel spread my legs.

"You are so beautiful," Azriel drawled, his hot breath fanning my skin. "So fully under my mercy, restrained, glistening with arousal."

I knew, even though I saw nothing —a soft velvety blindfold which covered my eyes— that a cruel yet stunning smile spread over his face.

His hands skimmed my thighs, up and up and he leaned down to kiss my lower belly.

It took a few months for us to become intimate again after we had our son; it was perfectly fine. Our life was so amazing with Elvyn, he filled us with so much happiness, made us complete and was our biggest luck. I couldn't be happier to spend every living minute with him; I was afraid to miss anything. What if he started to crawl when I wasn't there? Or maybe he giggled with his cute baby giggle and I didn't see it?

But some days and especially nights I really craved my mate. I wanted Azriel. And then sometimes there was this spark —rather Azriel's shadows whispering filthy things into my ear— that made me want to rip his clothes off and do all those wicked things we used to do before our son.

And it was finally one if those nights where it was just us. Elvyn was staying with Azriel's mother who had been a bundle of excitement and happiness when she found out her grandson would stay with her a whole night and day. She had prepared everything—a tiny bed next to hers, all sorts of baby meals, around ten bottles of milk, books and toys. I might have shed on or the other tear seeing how much she cared and loved her grandson. I knew that somehow it helped her heal a bit—she could get a bit of what she had missed with Azriel back now. I knew it meant a lot to her and so it did to us.

"Excited, sunshine?" I released a happy squeal, Azriel's knuckles brushing up my throat. "Good. Hands over your head."
I did as told, anticipation bubbling inside of me at what his answers was going to be.

"Good girl," Azriel chuckled and once again softly pinched my hip. "Let me try something."
"Everything, my mate," I breathed and felt Azriel's lean over me.

I heard something clatter and just a moment later Azriel took me by my wrists and palced my hands against the headboard. He secured a cold chain around the first and did the same to my second hand. "My sweet, last time we did that—" Azriel swallowed thickly. "I can never forgive myself for hurting you with that splinter piercing your skin. You have to tell me immediately if something happens again." I dipped my chin.

Azriel released a groan of frustration. "Misma, Misma, Misma." Reprimand laced his voice and before I could say something he flicked my right nipple. "How many times do I have to tell you to use your words?"

"I am sorry, Azriel. I do understand, I will tell you."
"Good, my sweet. Now, our safe word. Tell me again."

"Light." Azriel hummed in approval, his fingers softly brushing from my palms down to my armpits. It tickled, I giggled and my mate chuckled.
I knew he then sat back on his heels, I could hear some bones crack softly. Azriel kissed me from my knees up to my thighs to my belly and then stood again.

"Your body has been through so much. I want to try a few things, see how sensitive you are to touch and how your sensory skills are. Would you like that?" he asked, thumb brushing up my throat. "I would love that," I breathed and tilted my head back slightly.
Something featherlight brushed the insides of my arm. Then the other.

"What does it feel like?" Azriel questioned. I inhaled deeply, feeling the pressure in my core build. Azriel smelled divine and terribly aroused. I couldn't blame him. If he was the one lying on the bed naked with his hands chained to the headboard and a blindfold over his eyes I would already be on my knees. Literally.

"Soft, gentle, featherlight."

"What can it be?"

I bit down on my lip, thinking. Azriel hummed, brushing the thing over the pebbled hardness of my right breast and lower. Only that it wasn't Azriel, he just gave orders. "Your shadows."

"So smart, my mate," Azriel purred and placed a kiss right under my ear. "They will have a bit of fun with you while we try other things. Yes?"

I inhaled deeply, trying to squeeze my legs together. "Yes."

My breathing came in short pants when his shadows crawled up my thighs, parting me and teasing me. I moaned, pulling on the restraints. Azriel clicked his tongue and flucked my left nipple.
"Now you have to be careful, my love. I will touch you softly, don't move too quickly."
Something flat and cool pressed against my belly. I knew immediately what it was, but I wanted to 'see' what he was going to do with it.

Azriel ran the very tip of said thing down my belly. I gasped, the slight burning sting it left behind was just on the edge of being painful.

"Use your words. I know you know what it is."

"Your hunting knife," I breathed. Azriel lifted said thing of my belly and hummed. He kissed my ear. "Such a smartass, my mate," he cooed. "I got one more thing to offer."

Anticipation once again bubbled inside of me as I had a faint inkling of what this thing could be.
Azriel's long scarred finger stroked down my belly, to the apex of my thighs and then he let his digit glide through my already terribly wet heat. His shadows danced over my thighs, arms, breasts, softly stroking my skin. My mate chuckled lowly and I felt it at the tip of my toes. I moaned when Azriel inserted one finger, pulled out and added another one.
"It is a phenomenon how easily and how quickly my lovely mate gets wet."

"Your fault," I gritted out before sucking in a sharp breath.

"Come again!"

"Your fault. Your doing—your presence alone gets me so soaked." Azriel pressed down on the bundle of nerves and I cried out in delight.

"Tell me what you feel!"

"Your fingers. Your perfect and amazing fingers that I love so much."

Azriel purred, his nose brushing mine. His fingers left me, his hands clasped my face and he kissed me. The kiss was nothing soft—it was claiming and ravishing, his tongue diving deep into my mouth, his already hard length pressing against my belly.
Only when he pulled away was I able to catch my breath again and I sighed loudly.

"It is time for your reward, my smart and exceptionally beautiful mate." My reward!

One leg placed over my mate's shoulder, Azriel dipped his tongue deep into me. He licked, suckled, teased me with the tip of his tongue and finally feasted like he had been starved for days.

Azriel grabbed my butt tightly, teeth grazing my clit, my fingers curling towards my palms. I cried out in pleasure and release, coming all over his face to which a delighted and pleased rumble reached me through the bond. "My perfect mate," Azriel whispered and placed a kiss to my lower belly. When he loosened the chains we came together on the bed, later on the ground, became one against the wall before he bent me over the dresser. Eventually we ended up in bed again, tangled between the sheets with our bodies softly moving against each other.

"When I earlier said how perfect your fingers are I made a mental note to remind you how much I live your hands. And how much your son loves them, sleeping in your arms, chewing on your thumb, snuggling into your palms."
"Misma," Azriel breathed, his voice quivering. I brushed my hand over his wing, soft and tender strokes over the velvety surface. Azriel pressed a kiss against my neck.

"I love this night alone with you so terribly much, gods, I already want to be inside of you again," Azriel whispered, his finger circling my belly button. "But I am also so looking forward to cuddling up with our baby boy, having him sleep in our middle and listening to his adorable baby noises when falling asleep."
I felt Azriel's lips curl against my skin and a grin spread over my face as well. "Me too, my love. Me too."