Under Control

Ch 18: Off To The Parents

Amilia pov:

Waking in the middle of the night I reached around for the warm body I had grown used to. Not finding it I sit up and look around, the balcony doors open, Azrael standing outside as the drapes flow from the wind.

Pulling myself out of bed I made my way over to her, she leaned on the railing, looking at the lush garden in the back. Running my hands up her back slowly I move them to her waist and press myself into her.

The smell of smoke fills my nose as I keep her close. She chuckles and holds one of my arms, standing up a little straighter.

"It's late. You should be asleep." Her voice quiet and calming, her accent peeking through once again.

"I should, but I couldn't find you." Pressing a kiss to her strong back I hear her hum. She lifts my arms up and turns around, she lets out a cloud of smoke before placing the cigarette on my lips.

"Sorry to keep you waiting then." Her smile makes the butterflies in my stomach flutter to life. Taking a puff and letting it out I finish off the cig.

"You should be." I returned her smile, relaxing under her touch.

Her hand traces from my hip, up my side, to my shoulder, neck, and finally onto my face. She cups my cheek and focuses her gaze on my lips, her thumb brushing over them.

"You're so beautiful." The sincerity made my face grow hot. I lowered my eyes to avoid feeling so exposed under her stare, but she lifted my chin gently.

"Do I make you nervous?" Her cocky smile plastered on her lips, she knew she did, she just wanted me to say it.

"No… never." She smiles wider and connects our lips in a slow and steady kiss, not rushing it in the slightest.

We moved to the bed slowly, taking our time to kiss and feel one another as we did. Her hands trailed fire across my skin, her lips leaving me craving more, whispering sweet nothings into my ear.

Laying me gently onto the bed she was sure to cover every inch of my skin in light kisses. Her icy eyes bored into mine, love and adoration pooling into the blue orbs. My body flushed, my face hot and surely red from embarrassment.

She held my hips as her head dipped below, bringing me to the peak of pleasure instantly. I felt the waves of my high roll off when she was coming back up to meet my lips with hers. I tangled my hands into her snow white hair, desperate to keep her lips on mine.

Our bodies joined and writhed together, working to bring the other into a higher state of bliss. It was slow and methodical, neither of us rushing to have it be over. Cries of passion left me as I desperately clutched onto her stronger body, feeling the strength and muscle work beneath my fingertips.

Her sounds sent my mind into euphoria, it was a beautiful symphony to hear her call out my name in pleasure. To praise and adore me as she moved within me. Her forehead met mine, eyes shut as she kept her movements strong.

I was lost in the sight, in awe of her, I would never find someone as stunning as her. We breathed each other's air as we approached our peak, our hands interlocking in a familiar hold. I wanted to see her eyes, I wanted her to see me.

"Look at me." I was losing my breath, close to falling over the edge with her.

Her eyes fluttered open, meeting mine. In that moment we were lost, toppling over the edge in seconds, both holding the other as we did. My body shook and begged for her to never leave, to never stop bringing me this sense of intimacy.