A Love From A Different World

Chapter 119

Azriel dropped his dagger as his chest tightened. The longing, the emotion, it all came crashing down.

They hadn't spoken really since their night together. It was an unforgettable night, one that he hadn't stopped replaying in his mind since, and one he knew, would give him solace when she would be gone.

He didn't expect to be having that conversation now, here, separated. Azriel would have much rather be faced to-face with his mate, close enough to touch her, kiss her. But alas, life was certainly unpredictable, and love was most definitely not in his favor.

So, the poor male took whatever morsel that Celaena offered.

I miss you.

Those words so softly, so sweetly spoken were an arrow straight at his heart. The Illyrian warrior, feared by all, was weakened by those three simple words.

Really?

He did not dare hope or breath as he waited for her answer.

Like you wouldn't believe. There's no one handsome here.

And then Azriel remembered who he was speaking to. He smiled sadly to himself.

I guess that means you miss Rhysand too.

He hadn't meant to say it, it had just come out, and he regretted the words almost instantly. It was the first time in a long while he had spoken to Celaena and now Rhysand was part of the conversation.

Not really. He's far too dramatic for my tastes. And he does not look at me like you do.

Not for the first time, Azriel paused and then started pacing. How did he look at her? The Shadowsinger was used to hiding his true emotions. He was used to shaping his face into a mask of steel. It was unsurprising that Celaena had broken through that barrier too.

How do I look at you?

Like your stuck between killing me and fucking me.

A mixture of emotions swept through him without warning. Kill her? Just the thought of it sent chills through his body. And the other part...

Make love.

What?

I don't want to fuck you. I want to make love to you.

Is that what you did that night?

He could hardly contain himself. Yes. And I want to do it again.

Tell me how.

Were they really doing this?

I would start by kissing you. On your forehead, on your eyes, on your lips. And then, I would go to your neck.

He could almost see her trailing her neck with the tips of her fingers, arching her back and tilting her head back.

And then?

I would make my way down your body, worshiping it as I went. Planting kisses on your chest, one on each breast, your belly.

He could almost hear her let out a shuddering breath, almost feel her cross her legs tightly, almost see the passionate, feral look in her eyes.

Glancing down at his hardened member, the male closed his eyes and imagined Celaena there with him. He continued his narration as he stroked himself.

Then, I'd spread your legs-

And that's when his door slammed open.