insubordinate (gwynriel)

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Azriel was gone on another mission a lot sooner than Gwyn had hoped for. Things were getting restless in the human realms and Rhysand had needed him to go and solve a few issues that'd been brought to his attention, which left Gwyn to her own devices.

She'd wanted to be strong, to not crave Azriel constantly. She lasted a week before she'd started to drive herself crazy with thoughts of him. By week two, it'd gotten so bad that she'd started sleeping in his bed just to be surrounded by his scent.

That night, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep after a particularly draining day at work. She slept heavily for an hour before the dreams of him began. She could feel his hands on her thighs, spreading her open as he knelt between her legs.

She turned her head, muffling her moans in his pillows as his fingers traced lightly up her inner thighs, teasing her and never quite reaching the spots she wanted him most. She imagined him laying atop her, his weight on her chest as he positioned himself perfectly to slide inside of her.

She could have sworn she could even feel him. She writhed restlessly in his sheets, dreaming of his lips on her neck. After a particularly deep thrust, she gasped, coming back into herself as she jolted awake. She sat up to find the bedside lamp turned on and Azriel looming over her like a dark god.

Her cheeks burned bright red, and she scrambled backwards, shocked nearly to death by his presence. The corner of his lips twitched and his hands clenched into fists at his sides like he were holding himself back.

"Berdara," he said solemnly, his voice tense. "Why are you in my bed?"

"Oh," she said, wide eyed. "I'm sorry." She moved to stand up, but he cleared his throat, arching a brow at her. She swallowed roughly.

"Did I tell you to get up?"

Her lips parted as she watched him.

"No," she said quietly.

"What were you dreaming about, little priestess?" He asked her, his tone mocking as he tilted his head to the side. She knew it was no use to lie, she'd likely been making noises in her sleep.

"You."

"What about me?"

"The way you feel."

He hummed, narrowing his eyes.

"Kneel on my bed," he instructed. She hesitated for a moment before obeying, sitting on her feet facing the headboard of his bed. "Eyes forward." Her back straightened at the command in his voice.

She heard him walking around and rummaging behind her and bit her bottom lip, trying hard to not peek back over her shoulders. She felt the bed behind her dip as Azriel situated himself behind her. She sucked in a breath as he pressed a kiss to her shoulder blade.

"Hands behind your back, love," he murmured against her skin. She did as he asked and felt him wrap the thick leather of his belt around her wrists, tightening it and making her shoulder blades pull together and her back arch. "Such a perfect girl."

The anticipation stirred in her stomach when she realized she was just in her underwear and a slip nightgown. The silk of his sheets felt so luxurious underneath her when he was touching her like this.

"Face in the pillows," he said softly, and she obeyed, realizing it put her at the perfect angle for her ass to be up in the air, on display for him. Her nightgown bunched at her hips, exposing her underwear to the air.

Azriel's free hand groped her ass, squeezing and kneading her flesh in his grip. She whined, wanting more. He landed a sharp warning smack to her ass and she quieted. He used the belt holding her hands behind her back as leverage, wrapping the belt around his palm as his fingers traced along the strap of her panties, pulling them to the side.

"I've missed you," he whispered, running a finger up her slit and gathering her arousal with a low moan. "So wet already. You were having a naughty dream about me, weren't you, Berdara?"

"Yes," she admitted, face burning.

"Good girl," he praised her, pressing two fingers inside of her and causing her to gasp, arching her back harder.

"Az," she panted. "Please, I need you."

"Already begging?" He chuckled.

"Please."

"Okay, baby, you ready?" He asked, pulling his fingers out of her and pumping his cock a few times before he lined himself up with her, rubbing the head of himself along her slowly. She whimpered.

"Yes," she groaned.

"My girl," he moaned as he pushed inside of her. She felt herself pulsate around him already as he slid home. He used the belt to hold her hands up and off of her back, using them to thrust into her harder and deeper. This angle made him hit all of her favorite spots, and before she knew it, she was a babbling mess beneath him.

"Take me so well," he praised. "So glad you were here waiting for me like the good girl I know you are." She preened under his praise, her moans muffled in the bed as he drove into her harder and harder. He reached a hand underneath her hips and used the pad of his finger to rub her clit softly.

"Gonna come," she breathed.

"Shit, me too," he groaned through gritted teeth. "Missed you too damn much."

She shouted as she came and he held her arms as he thrust harshly into her a few more times, pulling out just in time to spill his cum down her back. She breathed through the ending of her own orgasm as he kept rubbing her clit until she was breathing normally.

He climbed off the bed, grabbing a cloth and wetting it with warm water, wiping his cum from her skin. He gently removed his belt from around her wrists, massaging them softly with his hands and then proceeding to massage up her arms, before helping her off of the bed so she could use the restroom.

When she came back, he was sprawled back on his bed, arms open for her to come and crawl back into. He murmured into her hair about how much he'd missed her and told her all about his mission that he'd been on. She was so content there, just to lay with him as he talked to her, rubbing her back as he spoke.