The Shadows Have No Face || 𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐑

Beg For Me, Sing For Me

-Authors Note-

a note before the chapter? I know, shocking and horrifying. I wanted to talk before the chapter starts to let you know that this is literally a smut chapter. I mean it, only the end isn't smut. tbh it's not even that bad...

this is my way of apologizing for being gone so long XD. I didn't intend on it, but got really caught up in life stuff. the ominous questions of collage have returned and school is getting ready to send me back to hell. it's all the usual torture. 

also, I was actually really terrified to post this chapter cause I didn't know if Wattpad would like me for it XD. I'm used to Ao3 and that place is a... place, but Wattpad for me has always been a little less... intense. so I have two versions of this chapter, one on here and the other on Ao3. just to... help my conscience. the Wattpad version is just less descriptive and shorter, but not like overly altered. 

anyway here's your chapter of smut go devour it away from me so I don't get embarrassed at myself for writing this. 

~)(~

How could I let this happen? Gods, I was so stupid, so easily won over. All he needed to do was kiss me, and I was ready to follow his orders. He consumed me, body and soul, opening my mouth with his and sharing my breath like a drug.

I moved my hands from where they were pressed against the wall and fumbled with the buckles of his leathers, contemplating just ripping them off. He breathed fast through his nose, air fanning across my cheek. We were so close now that his heartbeat echoed against mine.

His fingers trailed down the column of my throat, rising as I swallowed and took another breath. His hand wrapped gingerly around my neck, moving my head up.

He quickly undid the buttons of my dress and slid it down my front. I finally finished the last buckles holding his leathers up and they fell from his chest with a thud against the wood floor. I lifted his shirt off and kissed him again.

His rough hands slid up and down my sides, pulling me closer to him. "Take off your glamor," he said against my lips, voice rough.

I shook my head, pulling away to look at him. Why would he want to see me—see the scars scattered across my skin? The imperfections that covered me.

"I want to see it all," he whispered.

I held a breath. "I'm afraid you'll hate what I am."

"I could never hate you."

Why couldn't he just say it? I wanted him to say it, but he never did. He said it in every other way, in any way that made that word hidden. But I knew it was there, and I wanted so badly to hear it. All so I could say it back to him.

I did as he said and focused until the sheets of silken magic that hid away my pain pulled themselves off. Azriel watched me closely, and I saw the hint of curiosity in his gaze.

His hands traced along the scars covering my arms, and he looked at my body—not with disgust, but with awe. I held my breath when I felt his hands slide up my back and over the bones and muscles that had roughly scarred over. I bit my lip as a tickling sensation traveled down my spine in waves. My toes curled, and I squeezed my legs together.

Azriel must've noticed how it affected me. He chuckled and said, "you're giving me ideas." I'm sure he had plenty of ideas for me.

"Get this damn dress off so I can see what ideas you have," I said—or, more growled at him.