Chapter 30
Chapter
Thirty
SINISTER BLOOM
Poe
“I’d rather burn in your arms than freeze in anyone else’s.” — P
C ome dance under the stars with me…
That’s what his note said.
So, once I was ready, I took a few seconds to get hold of my emotions and then I went in search of him.
Now I’m here.
The evening air was cool against my skin, a contrast to the warmth I felt inside as I stepped out into the garden. Winter in New York is cold but oddly there hasn’t been any snow this year.
It’s almost perfect. Although I loved the snow I know the white beauty would only take from the haunting of this manor. Of this night.
The night seemed oddly still, no sounds of guests, no sound of the staff that were here all day. It was too quiet. Too dark. The lights that are all over the garden are off.
The only light guiding my steps are that of the moon, stars and the distant lights of the carousel.
Where are his guests? His family? Was it just us tonight?
The deeper I went into the garden, the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end, and an unsettling sense crept over me. The moonlight painted the garden in hues of silver and blue, casting long shadows across the statues, the fountain, the paths I had walked down a few times. Yet tonight, the haunting beauty of it all only heightened the tension in my chest.
As I walked further into the garden, I felt it—someone was watching me.
“Azariel?” I stopped, my pulse quickening. An eerie feeling crawling down my spine. My eyes flicked from side to side, but I couldn’t see anything, no movement, no sign of him. The silence was almost deafening, and it unsettled me more than I cared to admit. Come on, Poe… you’re not afraid of the dark.
The sound of footsteps in the distance made my heart stop in my chest. “Who’s there?” I called into the night, my voice breaking the silence. But there was no answer, only the whisper of the wind through the trees.
I tried to shake off the growing sense of dread, but then I felt it again—a chill creeping up my spine, a prickle on my skin. It wasn’t from the cold. No. Something was off.
Panic started to clog my throat and I looked around trying to see in the dark. My gaze landed on the carousel. The lights, which had been twinkling so brightly a moment ago, were suddenly extinguished, leaving only shadows behind.
Shadows…
Okay no, I’m a bit afraid. What if Azariel was inside and I’m bait for a demented clown killer. Dammit. Please don’t let my cousins be right.
“Heartless Prince?” I called out, my voice louder this time, more desperate. “Is that you?”
Nothing but footsteps in the distance.
I took a step back, my heart thudding in my chest. The garden seemed to stretch around me like some kind of haunted maze. I could feel the weight of the fear pressing down on me, making the night feel heavier, darker, more ominous.
Don’t be stupid, Poe , I told myself. It’s just your imagination. Monsters don’t hide in the dark. We can find them in plain sight. I tried to convince myself.
But the feeling of being watched, of being followed, didn’t leave. It only grew stronger.
I turned around again, searching the shadows, but there was nothing. And yet... I still felt like I wasn’t alone.
Then, it happened so fast.
I hadn’t seen him. One moment, I was standing in the middle of the garden, my breath quick and shallow, and the next, I was pressed up against something solid and warm.
A chest.
A strong, hard chest. The unmistakable feeling of a man’s presence, broad and unyielding. My heart skipped many beats, and I froze, a gasp slipping from my lips as I realized who it was.
Azariel .
His large hands gripped my arms, steadying me as he leaned in, his breath warm against the back of my neck. The suddenness of his touch made my breath hitch. The scent of his cologne took over all my senses. Heat rushed to every part of my body.
“Are you afraid, little fox?” He rasped.
I was afraid. Not anymore. Not now that he’s here.
“You scared me. Why are you hiding in the dark, you big weirdo?” I joked, trying to settle my heart.
“You shouldn’t be alone in the dark,” his voice was low, smooth, commanding, though there was a softness there that he only reserved for me.
I turned around, my pulse racing, and looked up at him. His eyes held an intensity that sent shivers down my spine.
I squinted my eyes trying to see him in the dark but it was almost impossible with how dark it was. The moonlight helped a little. Enough for me to see how gorgeous he looked in his usual black elegance.
But the one thing that made my stomach dip and my heart flip was the way he looked down at me as if I was the only thing in the world that mattered to him.
“I—” My words faltered, my mind racing. “I thought I was alone here. Why were you hiding? What’s going on, Azariel? Why is it so… quiet? Why are the lights off? Where is everyone?” My nerves are slowly fading but now I have more questions.
Why is he hiding in the shadows? I don’t like that. I want to always be able to see him. Always.
Azariel didn’t immediately answer, his eyes still locked on mine as if he was debating something. My nerves left but I still felt a twinge of unease. He wasn’t acting like himself. He was always so composed, so in control. Unfeeling. Tonight, though, he felt... different. Darker. More unpredictable.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
It’s okay, heart. It’s him.
“It’s just us,” he began, his voice low, “It’ll always be just us.”
Just us…
The way he said it sent a rush of warmth through me, despite the lingering unease.
Just us felt right. More than right actually. It felt… perfect.
But before I could process what he was saying, before I could react, he stepped closer. His cold hand cupped my cheek gently, his thumb brushing over the skin, as if memorizing the feel of me under his touch.
I didn’t move. I couldn’t. His presence was all-consuming, pulling me into him in a way I couldn’t escape. In a way I didn’t want to escape. His eyes flickered down to my lips, and for a brief moment, everything else around us—the blue roses, the shadows, the carousel, the statues, the emptiness of the manor—it all vanished. It was just us.
Then, before I could take another breath, his lips brushed mine, soft and tender at first. I felt his grip on me tighten slightly, his other hand wrapping around my waist, pulling me closer. I sucked in a rough breath and Azariel chuckled darkly into my mouth.
Oh, God.
His kiss deepened and it sent a wave of heat rushing to my pussy. It was soul shattering and passionate, filled with a yearning I couldn’t fight.
He tasted like heaven and cherries. An intoxicating combination for me.
The kiss went on until he pulled back, his forehead rested against mine, and for a moment, we were both just there, breathing each other in, the world outside us forgotten.
“I don’t want you to be scared,” he murmured, his voice husky, “You don’t ever have to feel afraid. I won’t let anything hurt you.”
I smiled up at him. “I know.” And I knew. Azariel might be a lot of things to many people but one thing I know for sure is that he would die for the people he loves and even though he hasn’t said the words… I know.
He loves me.
I rose to my tippy toes in my heels and kissed his nose gently. Our height difference made it almost impossible so the big teddy bear grabbed me and with no effort he had me off the ground and helped me reach his face.
I kissed his nose. I kissed both eyelids and then I kissed his lips softly.
“I’m not afraid of you. I’ve never been afraid of you.” I whispered. He frowned but his eyes softened.
He hadn’t said it but I also knew it worried him. What I thought of who he was behind the bachelor billionaire mask. His past. The darkness that lives inside of him.
“Good.” He spoke.
I laughed softly. “Yeah… good.”
At that moment rain started to fall softly around us, drenching us. We both look up at the sky and then at each other.
“Dance with me,” he said, his voice low, barely audible over the rain.
I blinked, taken aback. “You want to dance in the rain?”
He nodded, a barely-there smirk on his lips.
Okay, then.
I didn’t even hesitate. If he wanted to dance in the rain while we froze our asses off. We’ll do that.
I stepped into his arms, feeling the warmth of his body, the electricity that crackled between us.
His hands were gentle at first, his fingers grazing against my skin as he pulled me close. The rain pelted us, soaking my hair and my pretty gown, but none of that mattered to me right now. All that mattered was the way his hand rested on the small of my back, the way his other hand clasped mine as we swayed slowly to the rhythm of an unspoken music, our bodies in perfect sync, moving like we were the only two people left in the world.
And then the most beautiful sound rings in the night.
He was singing. Azariel was singing a song I know too well.
One of my favorite songs.
“ The Way You Look Tonight. ”
I looked up at him, heart pounding as his eyes held mine, dark and intense, like he could read every thought in my head. The rain made everything feel surreal, like we were part of a dream, and for a moment, I didn’t care about anything else. Nothing but this moment, this dance with him.
“You’re shaking.” he said, his lips brushing against my ear as we moved. Chills went down my spine at how close his breath was.
“It’s cold.”
He let go of me and took off his suit jacket before gently putting it on me.
Then without saying another word, I was suddenly swept off my feet. Literally. He lifted me effortlessly, his arms strong around me as he carried me toward the carousel. His chest rumbled with quiet laughter as I gasped. “Azariel…what are you doing?” I laughed breathlessly, trying to push the rain-drenched strands of hair from my face.
“Getting you out of the rain,” he said simply.
And with that, he placed me gently inside the carousel, where the lights flickered back on, bathing us both in a soft glow. The lights sparkled in the rain-soaked air, casting shadows on our faces as the carousel slowly began to turn, a soft whirring sound filling the air.
I couldn’t stop smiling, watching him from across the small distance, his eyes soft as he gazed at me. The rain outside poured down harder now, but here, inside the carousel, it was warm, it was safe, it was ours.
It was perfect.
I looked at him, watching me so intently as the carousel spun us gently. “This is… it’s beautiful,” I whispered, my words a little lost to the rain.
He didn’t answer at first, just continued to watch me, his eyes locked with mine. The carousel creaked as it turned, moving in slow, steady circles, like the world had slowed down for just us. This moment wasn’t real. Things like this didn’t happen, did they? At least not to me.
And then, his lips parted, the tiniest smile pulling at his mouth. God, that smile. This man. “You’re beautiful,” he said softly, his voice a low murmur, just for me. “The most beautiful.”
I froze for a moment, caught in the weight of his words, in the warmth of his gaze. For a long time, I didn’t know how to respond, didn’t know if I could. I just kept smiling, letting the feeling of being here, with him, wash over me, feeling the warmth in my chest spread. The love in my heart take over every part of my being.
“You’re beautiful.” I whispered shyly.
“No. I’m not, Poe.”
I frowned at that. How can he say that? Doesn’t he see what I see?
When he didn’t say anything just kept staring at me as if I held the secrets of his world, I couldn’t stand it. He had to see himself the way I did. The way I always did.
I reached up and caressed his cheek softly, afraid he would snatch my hand away but he didn’t. He’s actually letting me touch him. My heart swelled. Oh, beautiful prince.
“You’re beautiful to me,” I whispered, voice trembling with the weight of all I felt for him. “Bloody hands, shredded soul and all. You’ll always be the most beautiful man in every galaxy to me.”
Silence followed my confession. A second too long.
Azariel didn’t speak. Just stared down at me as if I were some unsolvable riddle he couldn’t resist decoding.
Rain slicked his black hair. The sky above deepened and hid every star with gray clouds. Time stopped.
We just stood there, our eyes locked, and suddenly the rest of the world disappeared. The only things that existed were the rain, the sound of the carousel spinning slow in the distance, the loud beating of our hearts… and him.
And I knew then that I didn’t need anything else.
Not when his gray eyes were all I could see. Not when his devotion was all I felt. Not when his touch made me feel like I was burning alive and still begging for more.
“You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed…” I breathed, quoting a phrase from our favorite book. Everything I looked at him, that quote comes to mind.
His expression softened before he leaned down and kissed the bridge of my nose like it was a sacred thing. Like I was sacred.
“I’m glad I kept you,” he murmured, low and possessive.
I let out a laugh clutching the cool metal of the chain around his neck and pulling him closer. “I’m glad you did.”
But the sweet air around us shifted again, and something darker and possessive crept into his eyes. “It’s not normal,” he warned.
I blinked up at him. “What’s not normal?”
“This.” His fingers brushed over my cheek. “The way I feel for you. The things I’ve done. What I am. It should make you run.” He paused. Voice lower. “I’m not normal.”
“And who is?” I whispered, hating that he spoke that way about himself.
If he only knew how many hours I’d spent stalking his every move, memorizing every angle of his face, learning everything I could find about him on the internet. If he knew he would think I was messed up too.
“You say that,” he said quietly, “because you don’t know. You haven’t seen?—”
I silenced him with a kiss, gentle but unrelenting, my lips brushing against his like a promise wrapped in madness. I don’t care. I’m too far gone for this man to be spooked by his darkness.
“Then show me,” I whispered into his mouth.
And that was all he needed.
His hand came up, wrapping around my neck—not to hurt, but to claim. His grip was possessive, spine-tingling, breath-stealing. Heart-owning.
His cold lips brushed against my ear as he whispered, voice like velvet dipped in danger: “Do you like games, Poe?”
My heart thundered against my ribs.
I leaned into his palm, letting my lips curve into a smirk. “Depends.”
He tilted his head, brow raised, waiting.
“Depends if I’m playing them with you.”
His grin turned lethal and wild. He looked like a goddamn serial killer. Beautiful and terrifying and completely mine.
“Let’s play then,” he said, releasing my throat and stepping back. “Hide and go seek.”
I blinked. “Seriously?”
He nodded once.
“Okay…” I whispered, intrigued.
“There’s a twist, though.”
“Of course, there is.”
He leaned in, voice dropping to something dark, sinful and irresistible. “Don’t let me catch you, little fox.”
I swallowed. “Why not?”
His smile was a promise I’d feel for days.
“Because if I do… you won’t ever leave my body again.”
Oh, fuck.
The air thickened. The silence crackled like lightning.
And then, soft as the rain hitting the stones around us, he whispered: “Hide.” And I felt it down to my bones.
So I did.
I turned and bolted, adrenaline pumping like wildfire through my veins. My heels clicked against the wet ground, and I fled into the garden, toward the heart of it— where the fountain and the stone statues waited.
I didn’t just hide.
I wanted to be found and I wanted to be kept.
But I wasn’t going to make it easy for him.
Never that.
Behind me, I could hear him counting, low and slow.
Like a predator savoring the chase.
I ducked behind the stone statue of me as a warrior, heart racing—not with fear, but with delight.
I did always love hiding in the shadows with him.
The marble was cool against my back, grounding me as I listened for his footsteps. The carousel’s distant music played like a lullaby for the damned.
Then I heard him.
“Little fox…”
Azariel’s voice slithered through the garden, deep and teasing. The man had the kind of voice that promised both danger and ecstasy in the same breath. My body was on fire just by the sound of his voice. I didn’t even feel the cold from the rain.
“You think I won’t find you, baby?”
Baby.
He’s never called me that. It feels… possessive.
A grin curled across my lips.
Azariel loved the chase.
And so did I.
“I can hear your heartbeat. It sounds so beautiful. So mine,” he murmured, closer now. “It’s singing for me.”
So cocky…
My blood pulsed with adrenaline. The thrill of the hunt had me vibrating with energy. He wasn’t the only predator here—he just didn’t know yet.
“You like this, don’t you?” he said, almost to himself. “You’re enjoying the way the shadows kiss your pale skin. The way your pulse races when I get close.”
I didn’t move. I wanted him to work for it. But his words were driving me mad.
“I fucking love it too,” he continued, tone shifting into something molten. “You know how this ends, don’t you?”
I do. I’ve been waiting for this for a long time.
I leaned slightly around the statue, just enough to see the shimmer of silver chains against his black shirt as he moved through the garden.
He was getting closer.
He looked beautiful and brutal.
And mine.
“Tick-tock, little fox,” he said, voice dripping with a dark promise. “The longer you make me wait, the rougher it’s going to be when I catch you.”
My smile deepened.
I hope so.
I slipped from behind the statue and darted silently across the garden path, heading toward the roses. Thorns scratched my gown.
His laughter followed. Low. Dangerous.
“I can smell you, baby.”
I stopped just beyond the statue of me as a siren and called back, voice sweet and taunting: “You’re now that great at this game, Little Prince.”
The air shifted.
I could feel him turn toward me.
“Run.” He growled.
I didn’t need to be told twice. I ran—but not to escape.
I ran so he’d follow.
So he’d catch me.
I ran, laughter bubbling up from my throat. The garden blurred around me—roses, stone paths, vines tangled in marble—and all I could feel was the thrill in my veins. All I could feel was him.
I didn’t look back.
I knew he was there.
Stalking me through the rain-drenched dark like the beautiful demon he was.
Branches clawed at my arms. My breath came faster, sharp with excitement. Behind me, a rustle. A shift in air.
Then silence.
Until—
“You’re fast,” his voice murmured, impossibly close. “But not fast enough.”
A gasp caught in my throat, and before I could turn?—
He slammed me gently but firmly against the ivy-covered statue, hands braced on either side of my head, caging me in.
Azariel’s hard body pressed against mine, all heat and tension, soaked through from the rain. His chain glinted in the faint moonlight making him look almost ethereal.
I didn’t resist.
I didn’t want to.
His gray eyes locked on mine, wild and knowing. A dark smile tugged at his lips.
“Caught you,” he whispered, breath ghosting over my cheek. “Now what should I do with you, little fox?”
I arched slightly into him, lips brushing his jaw.
“Anything you want,” I murmured, voice thick with need.
“I’m not afraid of you.”
His laugh was low and dangerous.
“You should be,” he said, fingers sliding slowly down my sides, rough and reverent all at once as if he were memorizing the feel of my skin into his memory. “Because now that I have you?—”
His lips found mine in a kiss that was all hunger, all claiming.
“I’m never letting you go.”
Smoked wide because I didn’t want him to.
Not now.
Not ever.
I slid my fingers along the cool metal of his chain, letting it glide between my fingers. His breath mingled with mine in the rain-drenched air. His breath smelled like sin and it made a rush of heat travel between my legs.
He talked about not being normal and here I am getting wet from his chase. I’m fucked up too.
I looked up at him, eyes wide with innocence I didn’t feel. Not with the way I was wrapped around him. Not with the way my touch lingered on that chain like a silent command for him to own me.
“Good,” I whispered, letting the word drag out between us like a secret.
Then, softer—“Now… can you do something for me?”
His grin deepened, eyes darkening with interest. He dipped his head lower, so close I could feel his breath against my lips.
“I’d give you anything. You just have to ask.”
He said it in a way that didn’t feel like a promise but like a vow. And I knew in my heart that he meant every word.
I’m so lost in this man, I don’t know where he starts and I end.
I leaned in until my mouth was barely an inch from his ear, and whispered, slow and wicked. “Ruin me.”
He froze. Not in hesitation—no.
In reverence.
As if I’d just handed him the stars and dared him to set them on fire for me.
He pulled back just enough to look at me, his pupils blown wide, the rain tracing down his face like it worshiped him too. Something primal flickered in his eyes.
Then came the sound.
A low growl—deep in his chest, rough, possessive. It vibrated through me, all the way to my core.
“Gladly.”
And then, without another word, he spun me around.
Fast and firm like he owned me.
My hands caught against the cold marble of the statue behind me and my front pressed flush to it. My breath hitched at the sudden shift.
Azariel stepped in, pressing his hard chest to my back, body aligning with mine perfectly, like we’d been carved from the same stone.
His hands slid around my hips, holding me in place. His tempting lips brushed my ear, his voice dark and almost possessed. “You want to be ruined by me, Little fox?”
I nodded, exhaling softly as I tilted my head to the side, baring my neck for him like an offering. “Yes.”
He chuckled against my skin and touched the necklace he gifted me— the one that matched his. “Then don’t move.”
His hand slowly slid up my spine, fingers splayed, anchoring me in place like I was his to touch, to keep, to destroy beautifully.
And I was. We both knew that much.
I held on to the edge of the statue, heart beating like a loud drum under crying skies.
Because I knew this wasn’t just a game anymore. This was so much more.
This was me surrendering to him.
This was him worshiping me in the dark.
And I knew that he was about to make sure I never forgot who I belonged to.
His breath ghosted over my neck, warm and intoxicating, while one of his hands held me firm against the cold stone of the statue.
Then everything went still.
I couldn’t see what he was doing behind me but I felt his hand move away.
Then I heard it.
The soft shhhk of metal sliding from a sheath. The sound alone made my breath hitch. If there’s one thing you should know about Azariel is that he’s never without his favorite knife. When he was younger he carried it everywhere and I guess nothing had changed.
I stayed perfectly still. Not because I was afraid.
Because I was thrilled. I wanted this side of him. The wild and untamed side. The one who craves mayhem and chaos.
And then?—
Rip.
A sudden tug.
The back of my gown split open in one clean, deliberate motion. The wet fabric gave way like it wanted to, parting down the center of my spine leaving me completely bare to his eyes.
Cold air kissed bare skin. So did his heated gaze. I could feel it like fire, crawling down my naked back as the ruined gown slipped lower and pooled around my feet.
His voice followed, dark and sinful, lips brushing my ear: “Fuck. Look at you.” He then slipped his hand around my neck, and my breath hitched at the contact.
His breath fanned across my neck as his hand stayed firm at my throat—not choking, not restraining. Just owning. Every part of me was aware of him. Of the way his body molded perfectly to mine. Of the tension in his muscles as he held himself back, barely.
“Hold on to that statue,” he growled again, voice gravel and heat. “Don’t let go.”
I obeyed, fingers gripping the slick, rain-slicked marble sword before me. A fitting place for both of us to lose our self-control.
He moved behind me, the ruined fabric of my dress now pooling around my ankles, leaving nothing between his heat and my skin but the tension sparking in the air.
Azariel’s hands traced my sides slowly, like he was memorizing the shape of me with his palms. Possessive. Devout. As if he hadn’t hunted me—as if he’d prayed for me.
“I could never run from this,” he said, low. “You were made for sin, baby. For me.”
I nodded, words stolen by the feel of his mouth pressing to my shoulder, then lower, then back up—biting, tasting, reverent and ravenous all at once.
“I would’ve found you in any lifetime,” he whispered, voice thick now. “And I would’ve chased you in every single one.”
I gasped as he pressed closer, his hips aligning with mine, his presence wrapping around me like smoke and thunder. My pussy was getting wetter with every word out of his mouth and his touch.
My voice finally came, quiet but certain.
“Make me yours.”
He chuckled darkly against my ear. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes.”
The rain kept falling. The garden held its breath.
“You asked for it.” His voice came dark and husky.
And then I heard the distinct sound of his zipper lowering.
I bit my lip in anticipation as I waited for him to make me his.
He slowly bent me over until his cock stood ready at my entrance.
“I need to feel you inside me, Azariel.”
“If I fuck you”—
His cock teased my pussy lips.
I thought I was going to lose my mind when he rubbed the head of his cock between my wet pussy. “Ahhhh.”
I opened my legs as wide as I could.
“You won’t be able to walk away. Not ever.”
“Please…” I moaned when he pushed the head of his cock into my hole.
“Fuck, baby. You’re drenched for me.” He rasped.
“Just… please. Fuck me already.”
“You beg so sweetly. Do it again.” He then slapped one ass cheek so hard that I couldn’t hold the moan that slipped from my lips. “Beg me to destroy this pussy, little fox.” He slapped the other cheek and my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
Pleasure like I’ve never felt before took over my senses until all I felt was him. His hands on my skin and his breath on the back of my neck.
“Fuck my pussy, Azariel. Fuck it until?—
He thrust. He didn’t wait for me to finish my sentence. He thrust his cock so deep inside of me that I knew I would feel him there for days.
I cried out, and he held still inside me.
“You’re so fucking tight. This pussy was made of my cock.” He said through gritted teeth as if he too was losing his mind over this feeling. “You want me to move, baby?”
I nodded, arching my back. “Yes. I need?—”
He pulled out and thrust again, I gasped, biting my own lip, tasting blood. Blood.
“More,” I said. “I need more of you.”
He laughed darkly, pulled out, and impaled me again.
“Take my cock.”
He sounded possessed and really fucking hot.
“You’re mine, Poe. This pussy is mine.”
“Y-yes.”
I felt one of his hands curl around my throat, holding me there with just enough pressure to make me breathless, while the other gripped my waist firmly as he started to fuck me like a wild animal.
I bit my lip again, harder, until I tasted more blood.
“Fuck, yes.”
“Azariel.”
“Yeah, baby?”
“More.” I begged as more blood pooled in my mouth and when he gave me what I wanted I came. I came so hard that I saw stars.
And when I thought he would follow, he pulled out of me, leaving me disoriented and needing more of him.
I blinked, confused, when his grip shifted.
His hand slipped from my throat and, without a word, he turned me to face him. Before I could ask what he was doing, he guided me downward slowly until my knees touched the cold, damp ground.
The rain kissed my skin. My breath hitched.
I looked up at him, searching his face.
He didn’t speak at first. Just stood there, looking down at me like I was something holy. His fingers brushed along my jaw, then down, his thumb gently grazing my lower lip. I looked at him as rain poured down on him. His black hair stuck to his forehead. Gray eyes burning with desire for me. His red lips looked fuller than usual.
He took himself into his hand, and our gazes locked. He began to pump.
“Open your mouth.”
I turned my gaze to the hand that held his cock, watching him pump hard and fast. I licked my lips, unable to tear my eyes away.
“Suck my cock, baby.” He bit his lower lip and it took everything in me not to cum right there. God, he looked like a man possessed who would burn kingdoms for me even if I was the one on my knees.
I opened to take him into my mouth, his taste salty, the skin soft around his thick, hard cock. He was big. Really fucking big but felt just right in my pussy and my mouth.
He fucked my face now, thrusting deeper and deeper down my throat, cutting off all breath until I thought I’d pass out and releasing me for an instant to draw desperate gulps of air before repeating. “You suck my cock so good, Little Fox. Fuck, that mouth will be my undoing.”
I liked it. I more than liked it actually. The way he looked down at me with desire burning in his eyes and as if I was the only thing that mattered to him made me want to please him even more.
I wanted to make him feel who owned him.
He pushed me backward so my head was pressed to the statue, and he stilled.
I felt the first stream of cum hit the back of my throat. I choked, not ready, but he held me still, closing his eyes. He tasted like heaven and I fear I might become addicted to it.
Then finally Azariel pulled out, his grip on his cock tight as streams of cum covered my face, chest and my naked breasts, marking me as his.
At that moment I felt owned by him.
No one has ever fucked me the way Azariel did. He fucked me like he both hated and loved me.
Still riding the high of being fucked by him, I scooped up a smudge of his cum from my chest with my finger and licked it off slowly letting my eyes meet his as I did. I moaned as his taste exploded in my mouth.
His grin widened. “You’re filthy.”
“Only for you.”
He looked down at me, and for a moment, everything stopped.
The rain. The burning desire is still curling low in my belly.
All of it vanished the second his lips lifted into a smile.
A real one.
A smile that I always wanted to see.
Like sunlight breaking through a storm. It wasn’t forced. It wasn’t guarded. It was rare but so fucking beautiful.
Before I could catch my breath, he scooped me up from the ground like I weighed nothing. My arms wrapped instinctively around his neck, and I pressed against his chest, the solid heat of him grounding me. My legs curled around his waist, and he held me like I was precious cargo.
I smirked, breathless and still buzzing from every filthy thing we’d just done.
“We didn’t even enjoy the ball Aunt Kadra prepared for you,” I teased, voice low, lips brushing against his jaw.
He chuckled, then leaned in and kissed my nose tenderly.
“The night is not over yet.”
Then he turned and walked out of the garden with me naked in his arms, the ruined gown forgotten, the stormy night wrapping around us like a shield from the world outside the manor.
And once inside Azariel did enjoy his birthday ball but instead of dancing and eating the food that was prepared for the occasion, he ate another thing.
My pussy.
And when that wasn’t enough for him, he fucked me three more times until I was unable to think properly.
It was the best night of my life.
And for the first time, I didn’t just feel desired…I felt like I belonged.
Completely his.
Completely loved.
Completely owned.