Chapter 118 Sex with Azrael
The lamp’s warm light barely reached the corners of the room anymore.
It painted Azrael’s bare shoulders a soft gold and left most of his face in gentle shadow.
She could still see how his eyes followed her… quiet, steady, like he was scared the moment would break if he moved too fast.
He stepped into the small space between them.
Just the light touch of his knuckles against the dip at the base of her throat as he slipped one finger under the thin chain of her necklace.
The pendant slid along her skin, cool at first, then quickly warm where it settled between her breasts.
He let it drop back, then cupped the side of her face instead, thumb brushing the edge of her bottom lip.
This time when he kissed her, it wasn’t gentle, his mouth opened over hers right away… hot, hungry.
Their tongues met instantly, wet and eager, like they wanted to taste every secret place.
She let out a small sound; he answered with a low hum that travelled straight down her back.
Her hands grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him in until their bodies pressed together and she could feel his heart pounding fast against hers.
They kissed like that for a few minutes… messy, needy, breathing hard through their noses whenever they remembered to breathe.
His teeth grazed her lip softly.
She made a tiny whining sound and chased his tongue when he tried to pull away even a little.
He gave in, kissing her deeper, one hand sliding to the back of her neck to keep her right where he wanted, after a while he pulled back… just enough to trail his open mouth down the side of her throat slow and carefully.
He kissed the quick pulse there, sucked lightly until she gasped, then licked the spot softly.
He went lower, her collarbone. The little dip above it.
Every bit of skin got its own slow, wet kiss, sometimes a light scrape of teeth that made her shiver.
Her dress had tiny laces in the back.
He found them without looking, fingers undoing them one by one while his mouth kept moving, kissing the top of her breast, then lower, pushing the fabric aside until he reached bare skin.
When the top was loose enough, he slid it down her arms in one smooth pull.
The silk dropped to the floor with a soft sound.
She stood there in just her thin underwear and the necklace.
Her arms started to cover her chest on instinct.
He caught her wrists gently but firmly and kissed the inside of each one.
“Don’t,” he whispered against her skin. “Please. Let me see you.”
Her arms slowly fell to her sides.
His eyes moved over her like a warm touch, staying on the curve of her waist, the light freckles on her shoulders, the way her nipples had already tightened from the cool air and his kisses.
When he looked back into her eyes they were so dark the gold was almost gone.
He took off his own clothes next.
He pulled the shirt over his head in one quick move. Trousers pushed down.
Then he was naked too, his long arms and legs, smooth muscle, the dark line of hair running down his stomach.
Her gaze dropped without meaning to.
His cock stood thick and hard between his legs, bigger than she’d pictured, the tip was already wet.
For a second pure nerves hit her, her eyes were wide, her stomach flipping not really fear, just the sudden dizzy feeling that this was really happening, that he was going to be inside her.
He noticed.
“Hey.”
He stepped close again, voice quiet.
One hand held her cheek while the other loosely wrapped around himself—not moving, just holding so she could look without feeling stared at.
“We can stop right now. Whatever you want.”
She swallowed. Shook her head.
“I want to. I’m just…” A small nervous laugh. “It’s bigger than I thought.”
He let out a surprised laugh too.
He leaned in and kissed her forehead, then the tip of her nose, then her mouth, slow and sweet this time.
“We’ll go as slow as you need. I promise.”
He guided her back until her knees hit the bed.
She sat, then lay down.
He followed, moving over her carefully so most of his weight stayed on his arms.
His mouth came back to her throat, then moved lower, kissing one breast, circling the nipple with his tongue until it got even harder.
When he finally closed his lips around it and sucked her breast slow and steady, she arched off the bed with a shaky moan.
He switched to the other side, giving it the same attention, holding the first breast with one hand, thumb brushing over the wet tip.
Her hips moved restlessly.
He kissed down her stomach… open-mouthed, taking his time… until he reached the edge of her last piece of clothing.
He looked up, waiting.
She nodded, breathing fast.
He slid the fabric down her legs and tossed it away.
Then he settled between her thighs, gently spreading them wider.
He kissed the inside of one knee first. Then higher, the soft skin on her inner thigh. Small sucking kisses that left faint marks she’d feel tomorrow.
When he finally reached the centre of her he paused, just breathing warm air against her, making her wiggle.
Then his tongue flat and slow, slid up along her pussy.
She cried out, fingers flying to his hair.
He groaned at her taste, the sound buzzing right through her.
He licked again, slower, opening her carefully, finding every spot that made her legs shake.
When he circled her clit she jerked; he held her hips down gently with his arms and kept going, patient, steady, until she was panting and saying his name in little broken pieces.
Only then did he slide one finger inside her.
She tensed at the stretch.
He lifted his head and kissed the soft skin above him.
“Breathe, love.”
He waited until she let the air out, then pushed deeper, curling his finger slowly.
A second finger came a minute later, moving carefully, opening her while his tongue stayed on her clit, keeping the good feeling strong enough to soften the sting.
By the end she was rocking against his mouth and hand, wet and needy, making small begging sounds every time he curled just right.
When she was shaking on the edge he pulled away.
She whined at the empty feeling.
He crawled back up, kissed her deeply so she could taste herself on him.
Then he settled between her legs again, his hardness resting heavy against her thigh.
“Look at me,” he whispered.
Her eyes opened. His eyes were dark, soft and it was fixed on hers.
He pressed his dick to her pussy entrance… hot, firm pressure.
He rubbed the tip along her, getting himself wet with her.
Then he pushed forward.
Just the head at first.
She sucked in a quick breath. It burned more than his fingers.
Her nails pressed into his shoulders.
He froze right away.
“Breathe,” he said again, kissing her softly over and over. “I’ve got you. Tell me when to stop .”
She nodded against his lips. Made herself relax bit by bit.
He moved forward another inch, so slow… stopping every time she tightened.
Whispering her name. Kissing the tears that slipped out of her eyes.
The stretch felt long and big, but the burn slowly turned into a deep, full ache.
When he was finally all the way in, hips pressed to hers, he stopped.
Completely still. Forehead against hers. Breathing hard.
“You feel…” His voice broke. “So good. So perfect.”
He waited until her body relaxed around him, until her hips gave a tiny little roll.
Only then did he start moving slow, shallow thrusts at first, letting her feel every bit sliding in and out.
Each movement woke new feelings inside her.
She moaned very loud, her legs wrapping around his waist, heels pressing into his lower back.
He found a steady rhythm, longer strokes now, deeper, but still careful.
One hand slipped between them; his thumb found her clit again, rubbing slow steady circles that matched his hips.
The pleasure built and built.
Her moans turned to gasps, then little cries.
Her back arched hard off the bed when she came… shaking, squeezing him so tight, he groaned like it hurt.
He kept moving through her pussy, steady, deep, until the last waves left her trembling and soft.
Only then did he let go.
A few more rough thrusts, hips driving forward, burying himself as deep as he could.
He came with a low, broken sound against her neck, spilling hot inside her, whole body shaking.
For a long minute, they didn’t move.
Then he pulled out slowly.
Both of them wincing a little and rolled to the side, bringing her with him.
She curled into his chest right away, one leg over his hip, cheek against the steady beat of his heart.
His arms wrapped around her… tight, safe.
One hand rubbed slow circles on her back; the other slid through her hair.
He kissed her forehead lazily. Then her temple.
Then tilted her chin so he could kiss her mouth… soft now, sleepy, full of quiet closeness that didn’t need words.
She sighed against his lips, already falling asleep.
The necklace rested warm between them, a small weight on her skin.
Outside the palace was quiet and dark.
Inside this room, time didn’t matter anymore.
He pulled her closer, chin resting on top of her head.
“Sleep,” he whispered.
She slept off, wrapped in his arms while the lamp finally went out and left them in perfect darkness.