Chapter 35
Chapter Thirty-Five
Azrael
Her heart beats against mine as we lie in bed, and I twirl a lock of her icy-blonde hair around my finger, wishing I could give her the entire world. “If I could give you anything, what would it be?” I ask, with her head on my chest.
“Freedom.”
“Apart from that!” I snap. Is she serious?
She knows how I feel. She knows she’s mine.
“You can’t fucking have that.” I push off the mattress and stride toward the bar, every muscle in my body pulled to the point of pain.
“Why the fuck did you have to say that?” I seethe, pouring myself a Scotch with a shaky hand.
Warm arms wrap around my middle.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking.” She kisses my back, banishing every cell of anger from inside me, and slowly, I relax in her hold.
“I’m not a good man, Hevan.” I sigh. “You’re aware of this already.”
“You are,” she implores, her tone lifting an octave. “I know you are. I can see it inside you.”
A mocking scoff rumbles through my chest, and I turn so quickly that her arms detach from me. “Then you’re blind.”
“No. Don’t do that. Don’t turn what we have into something worthless.”
“What is it you think we have here, Hevan?” I snipe out. “Hmm? I purchased you. I bought you; you’re my sex slave, my little toy. Nothing more.”
“Liar!” she snaps, and her voice bounces off the walls. Her face reddens with the very same anger I feel corrupting my veins.
“You might want to lie to yourself, Azrael, but you can’t lie to me!”
“Then what do you think this is, huh?” I hold my arms out in front of me.
“Love,” she whispers, and I almost want to laugh. Almost. But the destroyed look on her face tells me not to. It tells me to soften the blow to protect her.
“I’m unlovable,” I state. Does she not realize the monster I am?
She balks, and when she sees my expression, her features soften. Then she steps forward and lifts onto her tiptoes, and I allow her to place the gentle kiss onto my lips purely to appease her. Only her.
“You.” Her soft lips touch mine, then she pulls back. “Azrael Carrera.” Kiss. “Are completely loveable.”
The way her tender body presses against mine causes my cock to stir, and I long to show her the emotion she deserves.
Even though I know I’m far from the man she wants me to be, I lift her ass to draw her closer to me and open my mouth when her tongue seeks entrance.
I close my eyes and give myself over to her; in this moment, I can be the man she deserves.
“This isn’t love, Hevan,” I say, barely believing the words myself.
I pull back, breathless, to search her face for acknowledgment of my words but find none.
She’s completely lost in the moment, absorbed by the lust of our passion.
Then I mirror the moan into our kiss as her fingernails rake down my back, branding me.
“You’re right, this is destiny.”