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Unknown Touches for a Lady

Pairing: Azriel x fem!reader

Summary: Y/N never thought she would be married to the spymaster of the Night Court. However, they are undoubtedly married and nothing will save her from the night ahead of her.

Warnings: smut, loss of virginity, lovely azriel

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A/N: The idea that popped into my head today and I didn't get up until I wrote it. :)

English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistake.

Y/N felt the bed sink in beside her and someone, her husband, fold up the edge of the blanket and slip quietly under the duvet.

Y/N felt as if she would suffocate with fear.

Two hours ago, they had gone through the ceremony where she was forced to marry the spymaster of the Night Court in a luxurious setting.

For a purpose, her father said as he adjusted her veil.

It was nothing more than a means to make a deal for the benefit of the Court of Nightmares. More food, more power in exchange for soldiers and a girl.

In fact, her family had eagerly offered her to the High Lord as a prospective bride, and as she was educated and intelligent enough to be chosen over the other women in the Court of Nightmares.

For a long time Y/N did not know to whom she was to be married. She had been raised from a very young age to believe that she was destined to be a wife and mother, but she never thought that it would be him.

But now she was given a chance. A chance to leave that damn evil place and be away from her family.

Today, for the first time in her life, she could see the stars and feel the gentle touch of the breeze on her skin, bringing tears to her eyes. If she was lucky, perhaps her husband would never send her back there. If she obeyed him – though the very thought made her feel sick. All her existence had consisted of nothing but submitting to others. She would have liked to have ruled over herself, but it would always be a dream, now that she was married.

The shadow singer moved beside her, causing every cell in Y/N to warn her to run.

Well, it's happening, she thought despondently to herself and closed her eyes.

She knew exactly what her duty was. What must happen.

For this marriage to be legitimate, Y/N must give in to her husband and willingly spread her legs.

“I know you don't want to,” he said softly behind her back before gently placing his hand on her hip. Y/N jumped at the sudden touch. “But we have a duty, Y/N.”

She shuddered as the spymaster spoke her name out of his mouth. His voice was soft, but still a warning tone mixed into the words. She had no doubt that he was not often contradicted and may the Great Mother have mercy on whoever tried.

Y/N licked her lips and let out a shaky sigh, then nodded. Trembling, she turned onto her back and it took her a few seconds to gather her courage and look at her husband.

Azriel watched her silently, his figure illuminated by the faint moonlight that filtered through the gaps in the drawn curtains. Y/N could see his broad shoulders, the swelling muscles in his arms, and even the dark outline of his tattoo in the dim light.

Y/N could feel the golden brown eyes watching her warily as they scrutinized her. She was surprised to find that the shadowsinger did not return her stare for a moment and kept his gaze on her face the whole time. Perhaps he was waiting for her to make a move.

Maybe he was waiting for her to initiate.

Y/N's mouth went dry at the thought that he might have wanted her to. However, she had been raised to do what others wanted, so with all her presence of mind she slowly touched her palm to Azriel's chest. She felt warm, silky skin and felt a steady heartbeat beneath her hand as she slid it a little further away. She heard the Illyrian take a deep breath and the scarred finger she had put the gold ring on a few hours ago gently stroked the cool back of her hand.

Y/N was so startled for a moment that she forgot to breathe. Never had she imagined that the dreaded shadowsinger could be so gentle as he was now.

Perhaps behind the scars and shadows there was not a monster, but a feeling being.

A tiny germ of hope began to blossom in Y/N and she continued to caress him a little more boldly. Her hand glided down Azriel's muscular arm and Y/N was startled to find herself enjoying it.

The way the steely muscles tighten under her touch, the heat radiating from his body as if beaming up at her, inviting her to slide closer and enjoy it.

Azriel, as if hearing her thoughts, took hold of her waist and gently pulled her towards him until their chests touched.

Y/N's nightgown was so thin that the spymaster could easily feel that her nipples were hard and straining against his chest.

Azriel groaned, barely audible, and something inside Y/N stirred at the sound.

Confused, she felt wetness between her legs and some primal longing that she had never experienced before took her. She almost longed for him to return her touch. To have him caress her heated skin. It was so unfamiliar to her, and yet it was as if her body knew how to press herself against him.

Unexpectedly, she felt the hardness against her belly that made her go rigid, but Azriel just squeezed the soft flesh of her hip and didn't let her move away.

“No,” he whispered and buried his face in her hair, his thumb tracing soothing circles around her waist. “Don't be frightened. This is what happens when –“

“I'm not so clueless that I don't know what it is,” Y/N said, blushing. She thanked the Gods for the darkness. “The women explained everything to me before the wedding anyway. That this is what it takes to conceive a marriage and it's the natural reaction of every man when he touches a woman in a loose fitting nightgown.”

Azriel remained silent, but eventually he involuntarily chuckled to himself. Y/N smiled vaguely, but the man's shaking chest and voice filled her with a certain joy. It reassured her.

“Not all men,” Azriel said, wrapping a lock of her hair around his finger and tugging it gently. “But you're certainly beautiful and you're wearing very little nightgown.”

“I didn't choose it” Y/N muttered grumpily as she lowered her head to look at the said piece. It was a little translucent and she felt a twinge of anxiety when she first saw that she would have to wear it tonight.

“I thought so,” he muttered. “If it's any comfort I think it looks good on you and I like it very much.”

She had heard rumors of the shadowsinger that he hardly spoke, but they were now lying here and he was obviously talkative.

Y/N finally understood that this was Azriel's way of distracting her and calming the emotions that were raging inside her.

Her fear of the unknown and to make her comfortable with the situation. No one had ever done anything like that for her, not even her mother.

She swallowed hard and, not giving herself time to drift away from the thought, leaned into him and pressed her lips to his. She didn't know how to do this, since tonight she was getting the first kiss of her life from Azriel at the altar in front of hundreds of guests. It was more like a little peck than a kiss.

She understood this when Azriel recovered from his momentary shock and kissed her back. This was different.

The spymaster's hand slid into her hair, his fingers tangled in her ringlets as he gently tilted her head into position and everything just got better.

The angle of the kiss changed, deepened much more and something like an excited tremor began in Y/N's belly. The scent of Azriel filled her senses, the cool night mist and cedar balming her soul, her nails involuntarily digging into Azriel's biceps and it was as if he lost all restraint at that small movement.

He rolled Y/N onto her back, then towered over her and kissed her fiercely. His tongue stroked along her lower lip as if asking for admission and she hesitantly opened it and Azriel's tongue immediately made its way to hers. Y/N let her husband guide her and she was almost giddy with pleasure.

She enjoyed the way Azriel's tongue glided over hers, the weight of him pressing her almost uncomfortably into the mattress and the hot hardness between her legs.

The shadowsinger's lips moved to her chin, and Y/N gasped for air as he moved lower and lower, finding a spot in the hollow between her shoulder and neck that made her hips snap away from the bed and involuntarily rub against Azriel.

Heat flooded her face, but she was unable to pull away from him and with long, sensual strokes she wanted more, which he acknowledged with soft moans.

Strong hands now gripped her thighs and Azriel moved lower, then bucked his hips and pushed against her. His pants and Y/N's underwear blocked them, but Azriel touched a space between her legs and moved as she imagined he would when he will be inside her.

She never thought it would be like this. This overwhelming feeling of his body moving over her, which he'd then elicited from her. Sighs erupted from deep within her body and Azriel kissed her as if to absorb the sounds she was making.

“That's it” Azriel gasped as Y/N arched and their hips met. “Just like that, my beauty.”

She groaned at the endearment and watched the wings spread wide on Azriel's back with a glazed look.

The membrane made the room even darker as it blocked out what little light had crept into the room. She wanted to feel the feel of it under her fingers.

“You can touch them,” he whispered, his breathing labored by Y/N's ear. “But only if I can touch you.”

“But you already do” she gasped, a thin layer of sweat beading on her forehead.

Azriel then let go of her thighs and slid between them, then reached down to her panties and pressed the outer curve of his hand to the spot where Y/N's body throbbed and almost burned. Gasping for air, panting, she made sounds that she should have been ashamed of, but her mind was in a fog and she could not contain herself. She would be ashamed later, but for now she could only cling to Azriel's strong shoulder.

“Here, Y/N” Azriel chuckled. “This is where I want to touch you.”

Y/N bit her lip at her husband's lustfuled words and nodded.

“There –“ her throat was tight, she could hardly get the words out. “It's good there.”

“Is it?”

“Yes” she cried softly.

His hand had pulled her underwear aside and was now touching her bare skin, causing Y/N's head to bob to the side and she clamped her hand over her mouth to muffle her voice.

However, Azriel stopped her hard and gave a disgruntled squeak.

“No, Y/N,” he muttered darkly. “I want to hear you.”

His wings fluttered, drawing her attention, and she stretched out her arm. When she touched the taut, silky membrane, Azriel shuddered and rubbed her harder between her legs.

Y/N loved what she was eliciting from her husband, so she repeated the motion and this time touched her fingernail to it a little, letting it gently scratch the inside of the wing.

“Cauldron” Azriel almost gritted his teeth in pleasure and buried his face in her neck. “You drive me crazy.”

Y/N felt the same way. His hand between her legs, his lip now brushing tiny kisses on her neck. It was killing her and she felt like a bowstring being stretched, ready to snap at any moment. Something was building inside her, the warmth in the pit of her belly seemed to be tightening and it was almost unbearable.

Then Azriel slipped a finger into the wetness between her legs and she gasped for air. It was a stinging sensation, but as he curled his finger he hit a good spot in her and she began to moan.

When Azriel gently pulled it out and then slipped back in, she heard that wet squeaking sound and it made her even more excited.

She wanted to touch him too. So much so that she had the courage to slip her hand into Azriel's pants and touch his hardness.

“Y/N” Azriel gasped as he pulled away from the delicate skin of her neck and peered down at her in the darkness.

“Teach me, please” she whispered with heavy lids. “How to touch you so that you feel as I feel now.”

Azriel closed his eyes and laughed softly.

“I already feel like that” he panted, but he helped Y/N and showed her how to take him in her grip. How tightly to squeeze and when he moved his hips to move into her hand, Y/N felt herself die instantly in admiration.

“Honey” Azriel sighed. “I need to be inside you.”

She knew what he meant.

She was a little afraid, because the women had said it would hurt terribly. However, what they had just done with Azriel had never been told that she would feel like this, so she hoped the sex would be different. Just as fantastic as this.

She opened her legs wider, giving him permission to make her his. Azriel immediately pulled her underwear off her and his own pants, then took her in his arms.

He adjusted himself between her legs but stopped and the golden brown eyes almost burned her face.

“This might hurt a little” he whispered to her and stroked her cheek affectionately. “But I'll try to do it as slowly and gently as possible.”

“It's fine, Azriel” she wrapped an arm around his shoulder and that's when she felt him shiver slightly too. Well, he was nervous too. “I'm used to the pain.”

Azriel froze, then sank down on top of her, so that their naked bodies were touching.

“From now on, no one will ever hurt you again,” he growled, his voice hard and purposeful.

Then he entered her, very slowly and Y/N gasped. She tensed in pain and whimpered and Azriel took her head in both hands and kissed her.

Finally when she thought she would pass out, she felt she couldn't take it. They lay there for a long time, but Azriel pushed forward and forward and then stopped.

Y/N sighed shakily and when her pain turned into a dull throbbing, he moved.

It was awfully strange the way Azriel moved inside her. It was unfamiliar, but after a while it got better and she gasped and clung to Azriel as if he would hold her and not let her fall over the precipice.

Emboldened, he thrust his hips faster and harder toward her and pulled her toward him with one hand, making them both gasp for air.

“Gods” Y/N broke from Azriel's lips and she groaned. Somehow the man moved in a different way and it drove her mad. “There!”

As if born to pleasure his wife, he repeated the motion again and his hand slid to her breast. He took one of her nipples between his fingers, then leaned in and licked it, whereupon Y/N clamped herself around her husband's member and moaned.

“Come for me, honey.”

His finger slid to her clit and rubbed it, which triggered something inside her.

Lights exploded behind her eyelids, her insides clenched and an animalistic moan tore from her. The heat was overwhelming her and she was sure it was over, she would die here and now, but Gods - if it is death she will be glad to go with it.

Azriel's hips slammed hard against her and she felt something warm flood over her and he shuddered. She wrapped her arms around him as if to protect him and their sweaty foreheads touched as they panted with the sensations that overwhelmed them.

Y/N opened her eyes and studied Azriel's face in the dim light. His handsome face was now relaxed and a small smile lurked at the corner of his mouth, his long black lashes casting shadows across his cheek. Her breath caught as she opened his eyes and his golden brown gaze locked on her.

There was an air of kindness and contentment that was evident in the way his hand stroked gently down her side.

“Are you okay?” he asked quietly and pulled out of her, careful not to hurt her. The sheet was a little bloody, but neither of them cared.

“Yes,” Y/N whispered and turned to face him as he lay down next to her. Azriel covered them with the blanket and took her hand. “It didn't hurt that much.”

He smiled and kissed her hand.

“It won't after this.”

“Will it be after this?” asked Y/N shyly but hopefully.

“There will be a lot after this.”

Y/N almost burst with joy. Maybe this marriage won't be so bad after all.

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darkbloodsly · 2 months

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Touched by Tourture

Based on this request

Pairing: Azriel x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader attempts putting a sex ban on her mate but Azriel seems all too casual about it.

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A/N: over 2.6k words of just pure filth so yall are eating good tonight LMFAO (ur welcome)

I stare at my mate from across the counter top. Seated on a barstool and watching him as he cooked both of us a meal, humming as he went while shadows swished around him to the tune.

I was practically seething. He didn't say anything, gave me a few soft smiles every time we caught eye contact but he didn't ask why I seemed so angry. I often did this, being over dramatic and petty over the most mundane things. This time it pertained to the hideous emotion of jealousy. Which took over me more than I'd like to admit.

We had been out for dinner together and the waitress had a clear crush on my mate. She went as far to overly laugh at one of his comments and leaned forward to touch his bicep. I nearly flinched at the action, debated winnowing straight to Rhysand and demanding him to kick the waitress out of Velaris. Though I knew deep down if I was her I'd do the same, the male looked to be carved from the gods after all.

So I let go my anger toward the girl, however my true problem lies with him. How he just let her touch him. I knew I was being crazy, acting like some self-conscious teenager— but this wasn't an insecurity, I just didn't want to share.

Azriel's humming stopped and my frown deepened. "Is something wrong my love?" He looked to me with slightly creased brows. The question makes me want to roll my eyes. He knew there was, knew I was over reacting at something foolish and was now just pressing buttons. "I'm putting an intimacy ban on us." I state. His eyes widen barely a fraction but his expression remains stoic.

"Okay." He blinks, going back to chopping vegetables for the stew. Okay? That's all he had to say? I narrow my eyes on him, analyzing his every move. "Do you not like having sex with me?" I ask, clearly confused. He lets out a breathy laugh as if the idea is the stupidest thing ever proposed. "How often do we have sex my love?" He glances up to me. "Once a day." I grumble. "Or more." I add, remembering a few days ago when he had me in bed for half the time we were awake.

"Do you think I'd be doing something every day if I didn't enjoy it?" He arched a brow and I shake my head no. "But you seem so unaffected by the idea of a sex ban." I argue softly, picking at my nails. He looks at me with eyes that remind me of no one but him, glowing hazel pools I wanted to bathe in. "I get paid to torture people, it's hard to make me feel threatened." His voice is tender, contradicting his own words. My cheeks flush in embarrassment as I remember his profession, I often forget he's not soft and loving all the time. I was beyond lucky to get this side of the shadow singer.

"Is this not a good punishment then?" I pout, tilting my head. "This would be effective if I didn't know you so well." He explains. "What's that supposed to mean?" I narrow my eyes on him. "That you won't be able to last a week before I have you begging." He hums, not even looking at me as he says it and gods, with the tone of voice he used every fiber of my being told me he was right. "In fact," He glances up at me. "You'd be lucky to get two days." He taunts with a knowing smile and the fire inside me rages. I stand from the barstool. "You're going to regret saying that." I warn, coming around the side of the counter to stand in the kitchen beside him.

"Yeah?" He prompts, taking a step towards me and closing the distance between us in two long legged strides. "Mhm." I nod. "I seriously doubt that," He bent down a little just so that the next time he spoke his lips would ghost over mine. "I'll have you on your knees before the weekend." His pointer finger comes to my chin and tilts my head, forcing me to look at him. "I hope you understand what you've started." A proud smile curves my lips and his eyes glint with challenge.

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It's been four days.

My mate has barely spared a second glance at me and I swore to the mother that I was dying of touch starve. He didn't seem affected, which only made me more determined to win whatever silent contest we were having.

He seemed to be using every tactic he could think of to drag me through the torturous week. He didn't wrap a wing around me when we slept beside each other and he was always gone before I woke up. He'd walk around shirtless, strutting his perfectly toned, muscular body in my face as if to rub in the fact I couldn't have my hands on him. When he spoke to me it wasn't to compliment or make conversation but rather just telling me things that were necessary. He was treating me like a girl he had no interest in. The male truly was an expert at torture and it was tearing me in two.

When I told him about missing him in the mornings he offered me the option of joining him for training. In a desperate attempt to continue the conversation I jumped at the opportunity with an outburst of an agreement and he smirked before telling me to be in the ring by dawn.

Now I was pulling my leathers over my shoulders and lacing them up. He was already gone, half of the bed sheets were rustled and messy from me while his side was made perfectly, sheets pristine and smooth. It seemed like a metaphor for our dynamic more than I'd care to admit.

The leathers are tight around my hips and thighs as well as my chest. I haven't worn such things since The War with Hybern. Everytime I've trained since has been in a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. The way the outfit clung to my skin now is foreign. However, I can't bring myself to go through all the work to peel off the uniform and change into something more comfortable so I settle for the black suit and march out of the bed room.

I blinked the heaviness away from my eyes, I was beyond exhausted because Azriel subconsciously slung his arm over my waist in his sleep. I wasn't going to waste the moment on something like sleep. I hadn’t been touched so intimately in days and when he subconsciously pulled me into his chest it was enough to keep my heart racing all night.

I march up the steps of The House and shake off any remaining fatigue lingering throughout my body. Once I reach the landing of the roof I squint at the bright sun, then my eyes peel wide open as I spot my mate going through the moves of each stance with a beautifully crafted sword in his hand. His movements were as fluid as the shadows that swirled around him, each form melted into the next with such precision it was almost impossible not to gawk. But atop all of that, he's shirtless.

His tan skin gleamed under the warm sun, so much so that he was practically glowing. If I didn't know any better I'd say the spymasters power was light rather than shadow because gods was there not one spot the sun didn't grace him with.

Cords of muscle in his arms rippled to his shoulders, from there they dipped into the contours of his chest where his perfectly sculpted abdomen flexed with his movements. It was too early to be this turned on. It only got worse when he turned around and I got a perfect view of his back. The bastard knew I was here, and he knew that the muscle surrounding his large wings were my weak spot. He was teasing, and it was working.

A shadow curled around my ankle and I tear my eyes away from his perfect body to look down at the dark tendril that twined up my leg. "You're late." Azriel said from a few yards away, resting the weight of his sword on his shoulder. "I'm sorry oh great one I didn't think I'd have to be up at the butt crack of dawn this morning." I huff, tossing him a glare. The absence of sex has left me more frustrated day by day, he didn't seem phased which only enraged me more.

A small smile curves his lips as I walk over to the rack of swords. He trails after me, getting awfully close to the point where I could feel the heat of his body radiating onto me. I brush my fingers over the assortment of blades, debating on which one I'd like to train with. "We're not using swords today." He hums, sliding his own sword back into the rack by leaning over me. "No?" I turn around to face him. Which was a horrible mistake.

He was looking down at me, pressed between the rack and his shirtless figure. "No, we're doing hand to hand today." A glint of excitement flashes behind his hazel eyes and I swallow thickly, trying to refrain from rising up only a few inches to kiss him. I could've, he was so close. I was under some sort of spell but I knew that if I gave in I'd never hear the end of it and I wasn't ready to forfeit this bet quite yet.

"You're so competitive." I squint my eyes at him. "It's one of my better traits." He shrugs, but he doesn't back away. Remains looking down at me. "Can we kiss and just exclude it from the intimacy ban?" I say meekly and curse myself for sounding so quiet. He leans down as if to hear me better and my toes curl in my boots at the action. Gods he's so fucking close. "Where are your manners?" A vicious smile curves his lips. "Please." It's a pitiful whisper the leaves my lips and I swore he was about to laugh. I don't know what game we're playing, but I do know that I'm losing horribly.

"Are you going to beg?" He arches a brow. "No." I grit out. "Then the ban’s still active, three more days till the end of the week." He hums and it's more of a taunt than anything else. I wasn't even nearing the end of this but I was so close to giving in. "Unless you'd like to call it off here and we can go back to bed." He tilts his head. The offer is more than tempting and he knew it. I cross my arms and steel my expression. "No? You don't want me to taste you? To feel how wet you are for me right now?" He queries and my nails dig into my palms. He was putting me through torture, pure unfiltered torture. His scarred hand comes up to my jaw, slowly tucking a piece of hair behind my ear and it takes all the control I have to not lean into his touch.

"I think you do, I think you want me to feel every inch of you while I fuck you senseless." His filthy words make me flush profusely but I remain still, afraid to open my mouth in case it betrays me and starts begging for exactly what I want. "Every, inch." His lips ghost over mine as he puts emphasis on the words and I got the feeling he wasn't taking about my body anymore.

"Are we going to train or are you still talking?" I narrow my eyes at him and his broad smile returns. His hand slips from my jaw and he grabs my wrist, pulling me toward the ring of mats.

"Are you going to play fair?" He asks as I remove my wrist from his hold, deciding that his hand alone on my arm was too much to handle. "No promises." I shrug innocently. We both waste no time in getting into our preferred stances and circling each other.

I was quick to go for the attack but he's quicker to dodge. Only one shadow dared face the sunlight and it swirled around the both of us, jutting in between our bodies whenever they got too close, distracting me more than usual. "You're getting lazy." He intones and in his words I catch him off guard, sweeping his leg and knocking him onto his back. "And you're getting careless." I hum, looking down at him. Then a smile curves his lips and panic rises in my chest, he hooks his leg around my foot, making me lose my stance, my own back slamming down onto the mat as I fall. Shadows swarm beneath my head before it can hit the ground as well.

I was quick to recover, flipping over so I was atop him, straddling his hips and pinning his wrists above his head. "Yield." I demand, he looks up at me with a casual smile, his dark eyelashes fanning upward that made him seem all too innocent. I clench my legs tighter around him and hold him with all my strength. "If you don't yield anytime soon I'm lengthening the ban." I warn. "That might hurt you more than me." He hums, looking as if he's prepared to lay here all day, beneath me. "Az." I seethe, tightening my hold on his wrists.

He grins knowingly, flipping us over with ease as if I weighed nothing above him. He had one of my hands pinned, our fingers interlaced. His hips were settled against mine and his body weight pushed me into the mat. His other hand was wrapped around my neck, not squeezing but a warning. "It's cute that you think you're threatening." He hums, his voice vibrating through my entire body.

He was so close, his chest pressed against mine as his face hovered directly above mine, noses nearly touching. "You think I'm cute?" I flutter my lashes at him, attempting to distract him as my free hand silently inches closer to the knife he kept sheathed at his thigh. "Just a little." He shrugs, his hand slightly gripping my throat but I could still breathe. I'm quick when swiping truth-teller from its scabbard, slipping my arm between us and holding the blade to his neck. His throat bobbed as he swallowed and I grinned wildly. "Still think so?" I tilt my head. "Still think so." He confirms.

"It's funny." He says and my brows twitch together. "Hm?" I ask. "We've been in this exact position before." He references the hand on my throat and his legs between mine. "Aside from the knife," He excuses. "Though we could always add that to our routine if you'd like." He smirks and my grip on the blade loosens at the insinuation. He lets go of my throat and fluidly swipes the weapon from my grasp and sheaths it at his thigh. I reach for it again but he tuts and pints it down beside my other hand.

"I'll hold you here all day, you should yield just to get it over with." He advises as if he truly is looking out for me. "Never." I struggle against his grip. "Okay, I hope you're comfortable then cause it's going to be a long day." He releases a long sigh and I realize after a few minutes that he's entirely serious. He really will hold me down all day if I don't do anything. I attempt to pull at his grasp, struggling under his strength but it’s useless.

"Fuck." I groan, he pays me no mind. "Fine," I glared at him. "Fine what?" He looks at me confused. He's going to make me say it. "I yield." My words burn with anger. He smiles and lets me go, rolling off of me. Petty bastard.

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Day seven was the worst of the entire week. He was determined to win this and now that the week was nearing a close he was pulling out every strategy he could think of to get me wanting him. I remained strong, some miracle gracing me. Any girl would've been climbing him like a tree by now but I've been distracting myself with books, reading stories and losing myself in them, ignoring whatever attention he was trying to get out of me.

He gave up about an hour ago, slumped against the arm of the couch beside me, his legs intertwined with mine. The casual intimacy had me losing all train of thought, I couldn't read about some guy in a romance novel when this perfect male sat before me, reading a classic novel I had no interest in. Despite all his attempts of flirting with me, or his hands feeling me in places he knew I loved to be touched, or even blatantly stating how much he needed me— none of them worked. Not one.

Except this. This moment when he wasn't even occupied in trying to get me to lose. He was minding his own business entirely and keeping to himself— but he was still touching me, somehow connected to me because he knew I liked the physicality of our relationship, knew I cherished casual intimacy just as much as the rest. How we stuck to our own things but did it together.

I close my book and place it on the coffee table in front of me. He doesn't stir, minding his own business. I move my legs and crawl over him, straddling his hips and pulling the book from his fingers. He looked to me confused as I closed his novel and placed it beside mine. "What are you doing?" He asked with creased brows. I bashfully smile, slinging my arms around his shoulders and folding my arms around the back of his neck. "I miss you." I reply with a coy shrug.

"I think this whole ban thing was a bad idea." I admit and his gaze softens. "I miss just sitting here with you like this, not worrying about if I'm showing too much affection." I confess, my words gentle. His arms snake around my waist silently, his eyes memorizing my features. There was no hunger in his eyes, no lust. Just unfiltered admiration. "And I miss being able to kiss you whenever I want." I acknowledge. "It's only a few more hours until midnight." He offers a gentle smile. This wasn't a ploy to get me riled up, he seemed as if he genuinely wanted me to win. As if he thought my pride was bigger than my love for him. I smile sweetly before leaning closer and pressing a kiss to his lips.

He returns it immediately and a wave of relief washed over me. His lips slot perfectly against mine as if his only purpose on this continent is to kiss me. Because mother, did he sure act like it. A wide grin spread over my face as he placed chaste pecks up the line of my jaw. I hugged him tightly at the feeling I've been yearning for during the last week. "I missed this." He said gently at the shell of my ear before kissing me there too. "Did I do good torturing you?" I ask cheekily. "A little too good, I fear you might take my job." He mirrored my smile as my hand came down to intertwine with his. "I learned from the best." My words dripping with honey. "I almost gave in when you had truth-teller to my throat, something about you with my knife." He taunted, his freehand roaming up and down my back.

"I wasn't even trying." A giggle bubbles from my lips and he shrugs innocently. "You're hot with a weapon I don't know what to tell you." He grumbled and I couldn't hold back my laugh. "You almost had me that first day of training, when we were by the sword rack and you said something about inches." I try to remember but so much has happened since that it was hard to recall. A smirk curves his lips and I recognize the glint in his eyes far too well. "I think you want me to feel every inch of you while I fuck you senseless." He quotes and something in my stomach tightens. "Yeah," My voice comes out in a rasp. "That one." I dip my head, his gaze stayed pinned to mine and the maintained eye contact was enough to make me pass out.

"Your leathers were so fucking tight on you." He gritted out like he could still see me in them. He pressed a kiss to my jaw. "I wanted to rip them off of you so bad." He utters at the bottom of my jaw, exploring the neglected area with his lips and tongue. "Az," I sigh out. "Hm?" He replies, continuing his kisses down my neck. "I want you." I profess, the clothes between us too restricting. He rears back, catching my stare. "I need you." I correct and his eyes glowed golden for a moment.

"Mother save me." My words seemed to snap him from his stupor, his mouth finding mine in less than a second. His tongue dipped past my lips and I allowed it, letting him explore wherever he wanted, it's been an entire week and I was beyond craving him. This was a moment of salvation, he is my lifeline and my very heartbeat, if I don't have him soon I sincerely thought I might not be able to live on.

So every bottled up emotion, every filthy comment, every lewd action I've wanted to express for the past week, flowed from me.

I let out a soft moan as I rutted my hips down onto his hips, he groaned at the feeling and the sound vibrated into my mouth. "Bed, now." I pant out with a soft whine. He nods and winnows us into our shared room, I stumble onto my feet but he catches me, his hands coming beneath my thighs and hoisting me up into his arms. He never stops kissing me, not once.

I wrap my legs around his torso tightly as he blindly leads us toward the bed, shadows guiding him until he finally reached the mattress and laid me down onto it. He dipped from my lips and began to press kisses down my neck, untying the front of my dress as he dipped lower and lower. Down the valley of my breasts to my navel. He grew frustrated at the restricting fabric and tore the dress right off of my body. I frown at the action. "I'll buy you a new one," he kisses me sweetly before lowering yet again.

His large hands slide up my waist and find my breasts, groping them with a practiced hand and I writhe, crying out at the feeling. I was so fucking deprived I'd be releasing at the first touch of him against the apex of my thighs. "Az," I mewl, arching my back until his mouth reaches the waist line of my panties. "Take these off for me baby." He demands and I do as he says, hurriedly pulling the underwear down and past my thighs. My cheeks turn red as I look at him stare straight at my folds. "You're soaked." He glances up at me with pure lust and I clench around nothing, swallowing thickly.

"Az, please it's been so long I just want you." I beg and he tuts, removing his hands from my breasts and sliding them down my waist, my hips, to my thighs where he pulled both of them over his shoulders. "It's been a week, I need to stretch you out again." He informs and I whine. He wastes no time in tasting me, leaning down and dragging his tongue through my drenched folds. I could feel myself dripping into his mouth. "Fuck," I throw my head back with the groan and his hands grip my thighs hard enough to bruise.

"Look at me while I taste you." He commands and I whimper, mustering the courage to look down. Only when my eyes returned to his did he continue. I let out a loud moan as soon as he did so, his mouth attacking directly over my clit. He sucked hard on it while his tongue flicked over the area. "Az—" My breath is short as I feel my release already building. Fuck, how is he so good at that?

My hands plunge into his hair as I tighten my thighs around him, holding him captive between my legs then grinding up in pure need. He groans against my cunt at the action and the noise sends vibrations up my spine. I mewl at the intense feeling. Has he always been so good at this? "Az, I'm gonna—" I can't even finish my sentence before I'm cut off with a wail, tears brimming my eyes as my legs shake and an orgasm blooms in the pit of my stomach.

"Fuck, Azriel." I cry as I weakly grind my hips into his face. He smiles against my sex. "Already?" He arches a brow, backing away a mere inch. His breath fanning over my sensitive cunt. "That good hm?" A confident expression takes over his features and I feel my release sliding down my thighs. I can't speak, too high on my unbinding to form words. His smirk widens as shadows gently remove my legs from his shoulders.

"You want my fingers next?" He taunts and I nod with fervor, not caring what he put inside of me as long as it felt good. "Please." I whine. His eyes light up with pure pleasure. "Yeah? You going to beg for it?" He asks and I seriously debate it. But I stay quiet. "No? I suppose I'll have to fuck the words out of you then, don't I?" He asks and all I can do is nod. "Good girl." He praises and my breath hitched.

He pressed a gentle kiss to my folds before two fingers delved through them. Shadows moved pillows behind me until I was sat up just far enough to watch exactly what he was doing. I gasped as his thumb circled my clit and his ring finger at my entrance. "Azriel." I whine. "Beg." He demands and all self respect leaves my body as I do what he says. "Please Az, I need your hand." I whimper. "Need your fingers inside of me, stretch me out. Please." My cries seem to satisfy because the next thing I know one of his fingers thrusts inside of me and I'm crying out in bliss.

He pumps it into me slowly, the texture of his scars rubbing against my neglected walls. I forced myself to watch, staring at the way his long, thick finger disappeared inside of me with a lewd noise. "More." I plead, my brows creased as my hand found his hair again, pulling at it every time he curled his finger inside of me. He obliged, adding another lengthy finger. I groaned at the foreign stretch, tears threatening to spill as he continued to finger-fuck me. "I can't," I warn, now watching the way he stared at his own hand, admiring the way I clenched around him every time he began to pull them out. "You can't?" He arches a brow. "Can't take any more." I shake my head. A smile curves his lips and he adds another finger. I was on the brink of losing my mind.

He toyed with the bundle of nerves nestled inside of me, toying with it over and over again, pushing me closer to that impending edge. My hands left his hair and went to my breasts, kneading them hard until it was nearly painful, exactly how I wanted it. His gaze flicks up to hold eye contact with me, watching as I tweak my own nipples. His mouth waters and he ever so slowly leans down, and attaches his mouth to my overstimulated clit.

I gasped out at the combination of both his fingers and his mouth, how it felt like pure heaven. "Az, I'm close." I warn and he only sucks harder, his tongue digging into my most sensitive area without caution. His fingers pump faster as my walls mold to him, stretching at his every command.

"Be a good girl and cum on my hand." His thumbs switched places with his mouth as he speaks and he starts rubbing the area in tightly wound circles. The mix of his hand and his words had me doing exactly as he said, pure ecstasy washing over me as I hit my second release. I moan his name with a certain intensity that had my eyes rolling back and my legs shaking. "That's it, you're doing so well." He eases, his voice gentle as he removes one finger at a time, slowly allowing me to come down from my delectation.

I look at him through my lashes as he brings his fingers up to his mouth and sucks them clean, not wasting a single drop of my arousal. "I forgot how good you taste." He hums, removing his fingers from his lips before moving up to hover over me, resting most of his weight between my legs as he holds himself up on his forearms, both of them on either side of my head.

My hands leave my breasts and I move them to his sides, my nails clawing down his back in a taunting manner, not daring to go towards his wings. "Az." I sigh out, my euphoria still lingering. "Yes my love?" He asks against my neck, sucking on the area. "I need you inside me." I clench around nothing, the rough material of his pants teasingly pressed against the apex of my thighs. "Is that right?" He removes his head from my neck to look at me and I only nod. "What do you want inside of you?" He smiles. He's going to make me say it, wants me to say it. Wants to see the embarrassment flush across my cheeks and hear the quiver of my voice.

I can’t manage to gain enough courage to speak, my legs still shaking from my past release. “Az.” I whine, my body aching for his touch, for him to feel the places that have been neglected for a week. His hand snakes up from my thigh and winds over the curves and plains of exposed skin. I arch into his touch, like he was some magnetic force controlling me and I was obligated to follow his hand.

“Please, fuck me.” The whimper slips from my lips and a sadistic smirk etched over his features. I reach out and fumble with the ties of his pants, quickly trying to get the barrier of clothes to disappear. His hand grabs my wrist before I can pull him free and he pins it up above my head. “I don’t want you doing any of the work.” He commanded. I relaxed into the mattress at the feeling, laying idly as he discarded his pants and pumped himself in a tight fist once, twice. He grunts at the action before focusing back to me.

“Az—.” I gasp out as the thick head of his cock hits my folds. My eyes clench shut at the need that echoed through my bones. “Stay still f’me, okay?” I nod softly as he lathered his heavy member through my folds. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He confesses and my brows crease. “You can.” I nod. “Love,” He gives me a look but continues to coat himself in my slick. “Please Az, I like when it hurts.” I admit, cheeks growing hot at the words. He leans down and presses a gentle kiss to my forehead, as if to tell me that if I wanted him to stop he’d revert back to this loving and gentle male, but I knew what he needed, knew what we both wanted. And when it came to my mate I always got what I wanted.

He aligns himself and pushes the head of his sex in. I let out a high pitched sigh as I adjusted to the foreign stretch, gods it’s been far too long. “Deeper.” My free hand comes to his shoulder, roaming his flexing back and dragging my nails down it as he did as I said, pushing inside of me like a perfect sheath.

“Fuck, I forgot how good you feel.” He breathes out and a prideful smile curves my lips, which was quickly disrupted with a moan as he pulled out to the tip then thrusted much deeper than before. “Harder.” I whine. “Faster.” My words do little to trigger the male. I doubted he could hear me, too overwhelmed in the idea of me wrapping around him so perfectly. Every inch, every last inch of him was inside of me and I had never felt more complete.

I reach forward and brush the tips of my fingers down the edge of his wing. His hips snap in at the feeling, his base slamming against mine harshly. I scream his name at the remarkable feeling, wondering if it’s as good for him as it is for me. I got my answer when he released a gentle groan when my hand came to contact with his wing yet again.

My earlier words seem to register and he begins to shove himself deeper and deeper inside of me, driving into me at a primal speed, moans escaping the both of us mixed with the lewd sounds of his skin slapping against mine. “That’s it baby, so good for me aren’t you?” His voice is laced with pure lust, I nod incoherently, drunk on the way he was filling me to the brim.

“Az, I’m close.” I cry out, nails digging into his shoulder. His fingers interlaced with my other hand as he pushed me into the mattress, grinding down into me and dragging a string of mewls from my throat. The bottom of my abdomen had a visible bump from the sheer size of him, hammering in and out of me.

Pants fill the room and I decide that if I release and he doesn’t let up afterward I wouldn’t be able to go on, which meant he needed to cum with me. “Please can I?” I whine, wrapping my legs around his hips and forcing him deeper inside of me, both of us groaning at the new angle. “Just a few more minutes baby, I’m close.” He reassured and I whimper, too overstimulated. I doubted I’d be able to last a few more seconds, much less minutes.

So I lean forward and brush my fingers along his wing again. He twitches inside of me and his thrusts go sloppy. Fuck the stretch is so good, the way he’s got me shaking around his cock made his eyes glow. His freehand came up to my breast, roughly massaging the area with his calloused hands. I stroked down a vein of the membrane. “Fuck,” He dragged out the word in a low voice that had me clenching around him. “Az please, I need to cum.” I beg and he looks down at me with low eyes, shadows billowing over his large wings darker than night. “Go ahead baby.” He allows with a gentle nod, contradictory to the way he pounded into me.

“Look at me while you cum on my cock.” He instructs and all I can do is oblige, my release is nothing far from seeing heaven. Nails digging into his shoulder and scratching down the skin of his back, letting out a loud moan of his name, a tear slipping down the side of my face as I force myself to watch the way he continued to work me through. “So tight,” He grunted, clenching my breast.

“Inside.” I mumble. “Speak up love.” He leans closer and I wrap around him tighter. “Cum inside of me.” I whisper slightly louder and his eyes glow with pure passion. “Fuck, you’re so good for me.” He sighs out and the praise has me worshipping every god I could think of. I had officially came down from my high but his speed didn’t relent, if anything he went faster and tears now free fell onto my cheeks, he leaned forward and kissed them away. In need of a break, I reached out and pressed my hand to the very inner part of his wing.

That was it. Whatever leash he was holding himself on slipped from his grip and he was pumping out his seed into me, releasing with a satisfying groan and shooting his warm liquid into me. He gives a few more thrusts, these ones more slow and calculated until I sufficiently drained every last bit of him, milking him dry.

I release a soft noise as he pulls from me, my body tired and aching, he flips down next to me, shadows rolling over my heated body, cooling me off. “M’ gonna fall asleep.” I say breathlessly. He hums and wraps a large arm around my waist and pulls me closer. “Let’s get you cleaned up then.” He presses a gentle kiss to my temple and I nod tiredly, allowing him to pull me from the bed, carrying me bridal style toward the bathroom.

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