𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐒-𝙖𝙯𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙡

XVIII

Lorelei smiled and pulled him into a kiss, savoring the taste of him, even if it had a hint of the wine they were drinking. Her hand went to his hair, where she tangled her fingers in, his hand holding tightly onto her hip, like he was trying to steady himself.

He pushed her backwards, guiding her until the back of her foot hit the bottom stair. They both stared at it and then he lifted her, careful for the hand bound to his. He wrapped her legs around his waist, holding onto her so she didn't fall.

Cold air grazed against her bare legs, passing over her already soaking core.

Azriel walked up the stairs like she was nothing, though it didn't really surprise her that he could carry her. He was able to fly with her. And she's seen his muscles...

He didn't break their kiss for one second, not even as he had to lean her against the wall to open the door to his room.

He set her down on his bed, staring down at her with so much desperation and need, she couldn't stop herself from working at the buttons of his shirt, his jacket forgotten at the House of Wind.

She kept eye contact with him as she pushed the fabric off his shoulders, off one arm. She frowned at the ribbon that stopped the other sleeve from coming off. Azriel unbuttoned the cuff and then pulled on the sleeve until it tore then fell from his wrist. She looked up at him with wide eyes.

He smiled at her. "I hope you don't like that dress too much."

He worked on her dress, leaving kisses where the fabric used to be. She kept her fingers through his hair, pulling tightly when he sucked a blooming mark into her shoulder. The sound that came out of him when he looked at it was almost feral and Lorelei closed her legs, trying to find any friction.

She knew that he had been holding himself back this whole time, because after he left a litter of marks on her shoulders and chest, he practically tore her dress from her. She pushed down the despair she got from it, sure that the shop she got it from would be able to make another for her.

Right now all she could focus on was Azriel guiding her hands to his pants, not needing to tell her what to do.

She pulled them down, along with his briefs, his cock being set free. He was already so hard and there was a drop of precum dripping from the tip. She licked her lips, looking up at Azriel. The look he gave her now was nothing like he's given before. It almost set her on fire right there.

She didn't wait for him to say anything, she just leaned forward, placing his tip on her tongue. He hissed and bucked his hips but she pulled away. She looked up at him with a sly smirk, determined to toy with him, but he had other plans.

He growled and took her hair in his fist, still somehow so gentle while he was pulling her towards him. She pouted at him, but slowly took him into her mouth, he moved his hips to go deeper-still half of him sticking out-but it wouldn't go any further. She gagged around him, her eyes burning.

She had always wondered what it would feel like to do this to someone that she wanted to, to someone who remembered that she needed to breathe, knew when to pull back.

When he deemed that he wanted to move on, he pulled her back and laid her down, showering her in kisses and praises.

She felt her eyes burn again and tried to hold back the tears, but there was no way that she could hide the feeling through the bond. Azriel stopped what he was doing and looked up at her, his eyes widening in shock and fear.

"What's wrong, Lory?" She couldn't answer now because she was trying to hold back her uneven breathing. He started to pull away. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to."