Halo Of Horns (Discontinued)

THIRTY-ONE

Irina's small hands tugged at his horns pulling his face from between her legs. Their eyes met and she flushed from the sight of her essence glistening around his mouth.

"Come here." She pleaded, wanting him closer. Wanting him to hold her tighter.

"I haven't made you cum yet, Lux mea." His words were sweet but felt so dismissive to the desire that ached in her chest. She wanted him inside her!

"Cum for me and I'll give you what you want." Azazel's tongue swirled around the bud of her pleasure making her hips buck, "See." His chuckle was dark, almost primal as he watched her from between her thighs.

His cock throbbed, his demons responding to every moan that left her lips. They all agreed to stop this foolishness and ravish her the way she demanded- the way they wanted, but he wouldn't... not yet.

Irina's body shook in his arms, once, then twice as her orgasm washed over her. Her eyes rolled back in pure bliss as his tongue played heavenly notes.

He could see the field of haze that lay behind her eyes but she still stared at him with desire. Pure and unfiltered, and wholly on him. Their souls were tied no matter what the future may bring and while he continued to reminded himself of this very fact, he couldn't help but be amazed at smallest amount of mercy he had been gifted.

"Thank you... Thank you." He mumbled under his breath, "Thank you, Father."

That one word.

Father was not simply a moniker meant for a parent. It was a personal term. A term of endearment. A term of trust.

Azazel had long abandoned faith but sitting before him was the greatest miracle to ever grace his eyes. He was forsaken but not forgotten.

"What?" Irina panted, her small hands falling from his horns and cupping his face.

"Nothing." Azazel's smile was stunning. It was a rare sight that she would see anything except a smirk from him. She wanted to be the woman he smiled for, for the rest of her life. She wouldn't let it be anyone else. It would be her.

She couldn't help but smile back at him, complete warmth wrapped all around her, "Promise?"

"I promise, Lux Mea." Azazel's fangs glinted with his smile, any fear she may have felt was swallowed by the burning flames in her stomach. She grabbed at his shoulders, pulling him forward, "I'm going to take you away from here. We will make our own home." He cooed, as he crawled on top of her, and pushed her thighs further apart.

"Where?" Her eyes were locked on his lips, wanting to be kissed.

Azazel's lips ran up the side of her jawline, and his voice sang in her ears, "Anywhere." Everywhere. It didn't matter. Whatever she wanted.

His fingers laced through her hair, cradling her head, his lips coming down upon hers. She melted into his arms, allowing her body to react on pure instinct. She reached for him like she was on a sinking ship and needed only his arms to save her.

"I love you." Azazel breathed into her ear, the song of his many demons, surprisingly missing from his voice. His eyes were clear, this red haze that controlled him missing entirely.

"I love you too."

"Forever." He insisted, "This isn't for now. This isn't a passing moment of lust. I vow, before God and everything Holy, despite the absolute horror of a man I am, I will protect you for eternity."