"And- how do you think of me?" Irina asked in a quick breath. Her lips were cherry blossoms in the spring. Blooming with vibrant colors and swollen from his affections.
Azazel's mouth hovered over her neck, his lips caressing the thin skin, and feeling when she swallowed. Her anxiety boiled in a sweltering heat, warming her from the base of her stomach to the tips of her fingers. Her body trembled, her eyes fluttering with want to close and simply enjoy the feeling of his exploration.
"Delicious, enticing, fucking forbidden from me, and yet, I have you trapped beneath me." His tongue swept over his lips, making each kiss he left cold and sweet, "I see you as mine, Irina. Lux Mea. My light." He tangled his fingers with hers, pressing her wrists into the ground beneath them, "You became such a beautiful woman..." his eyes meandered down her body, lingering on her perked chest. His hands tempted to explore.
"You think so?" Irina was in shock more than anything. Her teeth chattered from the strain to keep her body still, and not shake, "In four years you think I've changed so much?"
"Very much." He leaned back, resting his weight on the pads of his feet and knees, "My demons remember when you were first brought to us. They could sense it then, that you were our mate, but it was nothing more than a strand of thread preventing me from killing you."
Irina blinked, not sure how to take his confession, "And what's stopping you now?"
Azazel's eyes flashed red, his voice mixing and entangling with that of his demons, "You. Your blood, your soul, your pretty little-." Azazel coughed aggressively, cutting off the synchrony of demonic voices within his throat, "You've changed. Believe it or not but I find you much more interesting as an adult than a child and I prefer you alive over dead only slightly."
Irina breathed out a smile, almost a sigh of relief, "I'm glad. I would rather be alive."
Gently, he loosened his grip on her wrists, the slight red marks stirring his chest full of emotions he didn't want to feel. He hesitantly crawled off of her, his eyes fixated on her features, waiting for her to switch from shocked confusion to anger, "My demons, the darkness inside of me has recognized your soul."
"My soul?" Irina propped herself up on her elbows, leaning back with a quizzical tilt of her head.
"Yes, they feel connected to you. It's why you've been freezing recently. Your body doesn't like it when we are apart." He didn't mention his own weakness.
"How can our souls or your demons and my soul... be intertwined?"
"They can't. They shouldn't. This doesn't happen to us- to me." Azazel took a deep breath, frustration with the reality of his rash decisions was becoming clear, "I am not supposed to have a mate, but my demons know you! Somehow, they claim you're their- our mate." Azazel tugged at the loose hair that fell around his forehead.
Only archangels were gifted with mates, humans God blessed so they would not create Nephilim and destroy the world.
"A mate?" Irina could barely process all he was telling her, nor even understand his demonic soul, "do we have any kind of choice in this?"
"No, we don't or I would have stopped it." Azazel's jaw tensed and he turned to the mouth of the cave, away from her, "We aren't meant to be together Irina- fuck- because I want you, I can't keep it in anymore. My demons, they want you."
Irian swallowed roughly, her heart sinking at the revelation and yet overwhelmed by his candor, "So what do we do?"
"We?" Azazel licked his lips, clicking his tongue.
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Halo Of Horns (Discontinued)
Romance"This is the kind of secret that burns through the bottom of whatever box you lock it up in" • "Stay still." He took his sharp talon and moved aside a piece of her blonde- practically white- hair, still damp from the bath, and tossed it over her sho...
