Hell was where she burned, where she cried, begged and pleaded.
Azriel was her only way.
Nimou, Princess of the Kingdom of Seas is trapped in a storm of nightmares and pain that threatens to come alight with each step forward.
Azriel, her saviour...
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"JUST CALL MY NAME, I'M YOURS TO TAKE"
CHAPTER SIX PRIMAL INSTINCT
THE WALK was quiet, but a different type of quiet. It didn't soothe her, it didn't reassure her. It was just that, a deafening quiet. It left her with unease and worry, which was clear on her pretty face, brows lowered, a small frown. But, still the flush of her cheeks from him, theundenying primal need she felt by the water. A need that was awoken, an utter betrayal if she had felt that in her imprisonment.
The beautiful Melody that thrived throughout the Rainbow was long gone, the comfort of the Ocean gone. And now, stuck with her nervous skittery thoughts. "Who is this Mor?" Nim asked as the front door came into view. Panic ensued immediately, inside the lights were on, and hollow sounds escaped through the doors and windows. Mor was inside and waiting for their arrival. Would they send Nim away for betraying Tarquin? Would Azriel call her horrible names and darken any happy thoughts that flickered through her mind? She didn't want to think about any of that, she finally felt something besides emptiness, and the thought of that replaced with darker thoughts wrung her insides.
"Do– do I need to be afraid?"
Azriel chuckled, a charming smile on his tough luminescent face. The sound light and airy circling the chill starry night. "Don't be afraid, she's our friend." He said, warmth radiating from his rough skin. "You will come to love her just as I do–" The ring of his tongue when the words spewed from his mouth, his eyes flickering with gold and green made her wonder for a moment— maybe it was more than friendship.
"What if she doesn't like me?" Her soprano voice strained with heat, forced within their little bubble. His padded thumb caressed her cheek, swiping down to her lips. His needy gaze fell to her nervous nose twitch and trailed down to her lips. The urgency trembled through her spine, wracking up her shoulders, every bone and muscle begging to ride the frenzy. The control within his orbs long gone. He licked his bottom lip, eyes darkening to that beautiful wet wood, and lunged down, grabbing her jaw with a tight urgency. Their noses met, panted breaths and shared oxygen, and finally, his lips wrapped around hers, She sighed, melting into his hold, his hand settled on her back and pushing her closer. A small whimper edged an octave higher when a small nip pulled at her bottom lip and sooner soothing it.
His lips tasted like home, his hands felt like bliss. His presence was all she could think about, his shadows living inside her head for the rest of her life. She had her fair share of kisses– but this was a deep hungered need. And she couldn't breathe or live without it.
Glass shattered within the house, and the sound pitched in her ears. And pulling her from her deep needs, dark wood orbs gazing into hers, watching every spasm of her muscles, every small sigh and pant. And gods– did it make her insides crumble.
The strong hold on her chin pulled away, her senses tumbling back. The disappointment crumbled away anything that was left.
"She will love you." Nim nodded, swallowing down the heady thickness in her throat. Anger and then shame ran a current through her veins. A small flicker of anger because Mor had to ruin this moment and shame because it wasn't their fault. And after the waves passed her nerves built it's fortress back in her mind, reminding her of everything she could lose if she didn't do what she was supposed to. Would Azriel throw her to the wolves if she couldn't charm her way through this?
