"A Flame that Fades"

Chapter 34: Safe Haven 🔞

WARNING: This chapter contains mature themes, including sexual content and intimate scenes. Reader discretion is advised. If this type of content makes you uncomfortable, feel free to skip this chapter.

Freya's POV

Azgar's arms wrapped around me, his buzz cut slightly disheveled, a few dark strands sticking up, evidence of our passionate encounter. His brown eyes, usually intense and focused, were soft and gentle, filled with a mix of concern and adoration. "How are you feeling?" he whispered, his voice a low, husky murmur that sent shivers down my spine.

"I'm okay. I promise," I replied, lifting my gaze to meet his eyes. A soft smile played on my lips, a reassurance that I was truly alright. I traced idle patterns on his chest with my finger, the motion soothing and intimate, as his hand gently caressed my back, a silent promise of comfort and support. In his arms, I felt safe, loved, and seen.

He brushed the sweat-stuck strands of hair from my forehead, his touch tender and caring. Leaning closer, our noses brushed against each other, the intimacy of the moment making my heart flutter. "You're so beautiful like this," he murmured, his voice a low, husky whisper, "flustered and in my arms, your cheeks flushed and your eyes shining."

I blushed, hiding my face into his chest, a mix of embarrassment and pleasure coursing through me. "You're making me blush again," I groaned playfully, my voice muffled against his skin, the vibration sending a shiver down his spine.

"Why? Is that a bad thing?" He teased, gently cupping my cheek to make my eyes meet his. His thumb brushed softly against my skin, coaxing me to look at him. "Don't hide from me," he whispered, leaning in as our breaths mingled together, the space between us charged with an electric tension.

"You don't need to hide yourself. Especially not from me," He stroked my cheek with his finger, ever so lightly, as if I might break. His touch was a gentle exploration, a silent promise of protection and adoration.

I cupped his face, feeling his stubble against my palms, the sensation threatening to draw a smile from me. A smile that spoke of the deep connection and comfort I found in his arms. "Okay, I won't," I grinned, booping his nose teasingly. A playful gesture that made him chuckle, the sound warm and inviting.

"Good," He said, his voice softer than I'd ever heard him, a tender, almost vulnerable note that made my heart ache with love and affection.

"Azgar," I whispered, my voice barely above a breath, laced with a mix of anticipation and nervousness.

"Yes?" he asked, matching my tone, his brown eyes searching mine, a silent question hanging in the air between us.

"I think I'm ready. I want to go all the way," I confessed, my voice steady despite the butterflies fluttering in my stomach. My eyes never left his, a silent plea for understanding and acceptance.

"Are you sure?" He whispered, pulling me closer. His gaze locked onto me, searching for any hint of doubt or uncertainty. His arms were a safe haven around me, a place where I could be vulnerable and trusted.

I nodded, a small, determined movement, a silent affirmation of my readiness and desire. "I'm sure," I added, my voice a soft, steady promise.

"Alright," He gave me a small, reassuring smile, leaning in to kiss me. His lips were soft and gentle against mine, a promise of more to come, of a deeper connection waiting to be explored.