Chapter 31
Chapter
Thirty-One
DARK SAVIOR
Azariel
“You’re the chaos I never knew I needed—and the peace I never thought I'd deserve.” — A
I t was early morning when I woke to the distinct sound of horrendous snoring.
Groggy and slightly confused, it took me a second to realize I wasn’t alone. I’ve never shared my bed with anyone. Hell, I hardly slept on it but there she was.
Poe.
She was draped behind me like a very clingy octopus, arm slung over my waist, naked chest pressed against my back, and legs tangled with mine. It was as if her body had taken one look at mine during the night and gone, “Yes. This. Forever. Mine.”
She was fucking spooning me and if that wasn’t ridiculous enough she was the big spoon.
And I couldn’t help it—I smiled. A real one. The kind that sneaks up on you and makes your chest hurt a little.
Poe’s snoring got louder and my smile widened.
Carefully, trying not to wake her, I shifted in her arms. Slow. Stealthy. Quiet.
And fuck… she was beautiful.
Her blue hair was a chaotic mess against my black silk pillows, bright strands stuck to her lower lip. Her mouth was slightly open as she snored. Loudly. Like a baby bear who’d had a really satisfying night.
She looked like a mess.
My beautiful mess.
Mine.
My gaze traveled from her face down to her neck, where soft purple bruises bloomed like scandalous evidence of the filthy shit I did to her. Those are my marks. A part of me—the possessive beast part—stirred, remembering what happened last night. The way she begged me to ruin her, the way her body bowed for me in the garden like it knew exactly who it belonged to.
But this part right here.
This was the real surprise.
Waking up to her like this. Still tangled in me. Like she’s still choosing me, even in her dreams. Fuck.
I reached up and brushed a strand of blue hair from her lip, fingers lingering longer than necessary, because… well. She was mine.
And apparently, aside from mine, she was also a world-class snorer.
But fuck it, she was my world-class snorer.
“You’re dangerous,” I whispered, my voice low, meant for no one but her and the silence in the room. “And I think you’ve wrecked me in the sweetest way, baby. You’ve been wrecking me for a long time now.”
She didn’t stir.
She just breathed slowly while her fingers curled possessively against my chest like she knew I was hers now and I wasn’t leaving.
She wasn’t wrong.
I was undeniably hers and I wasn’t going anywhere. Ever.
I laid there for a few minutes, watching her like a man who’d stumbled upon a treasure. Memorizing every curve of her naked body, every flutter of breath, like I could etch her into my bones if I stared hard enough.
And as I stared at her— her round and perfect tits, her pink nipples, her flat stomach and that tiny pussy that almost was the death of me— all I could think about was the night before.
My garden. The pouring rain. The way it soaked her gown until it clung to her every sinful curve. The wild need in her green eyes when she looked up at me and whispered, “Fuck my pussy.”
Fuck, I had.
I fucked her so hard that by the end there was no doubt of who she belonged to.
Our bodies moved like they’d done this before—like we’d been burning through different lifetimes just to find each other again. Poe shook beneath my hands, not with fear, but with desire and trust. She trusted me to fuck her like I owned her. She held the statue like it was the only thing keeping her tethered to earth as I pounded in and out of her.
I held her like she was the only thing keeping me from losing myself completely to the dark. Last night wasn’t just lust and possession. It wasn’t a cat and mouse game.
It was surrender.
Not just hers.
But mine.
I gave her everything I had as the world vanished and time collapsed around us. Nothing existed but her soft voice in my ear, horny and breathless, saying my name like it was a prayer.
And now, in the light of morning, with her heartbeat pressed to mine and the taste of her still lingering on my tongue, I knew that she didn’t just give herself to me.
She claimed me.
Every dark, broken and ugly part of me.
And fuck, I’d burn kingdoms before I ever let her go.
I’m fucking obsessed with this woman.
“Little fox,” I kissed her nose.
She stirred.
It started with a small grunt, like she was being dragged unwillingly back from the dead.
I snorted.
“Baby…”
Then a squint. A blink.
Her eyes cracked open, just barely, and focused on my chest like it had personally offended her.
“Why are you awake?” she mumbled, voice scratchy with sleep. “It’s illegal to be conscious before noon.”
Poe hated mornings with a passion.
I smirked. “I missed that smart mouth.”
She groaned and buried her face in my chest. “Ugh. Don’t be sweet. It’s too early for that and my brain can’t come up with good comebacks.”
“You don’t like it?” I asked, brushing a hand over her blue hair. “I think you do, my snoring little menace.”
She gasped and slapped my chest like I’d insulted her mother. “I do not snore.”
“Oh, you do.” I said with much solemnity. “You sound like a baby dragon trying to breathe fire in its sleep.”
She lifted her head just enough to glare at me through half-lidded eyes. “Take it back or I’ll smother you with your own pillow.”
I chuckled. “How about you smother me with that pussy.”
Desire sparked in her green eyes and her nostrils flared, a subtle give away that she liked the idea of rubbing her pussy on my face.
“Don’t even,” she said with a yawn, flopping back down like a cat reclaiming her throne. “I think you broke my vagina.”
“You did ask for me to ruin you,” I said quietly, wrapping an arm around her. “I think that pretty pussy can take another beating, though.”
My hand traced the curve of her bare thigh, and her breath caught. Fuck, she sounds so sweet when she’s horny for me.
Flashes of how pretty she looked on her knees while rain soaked her body in the cold and she sucked my cum from her fingers. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Blood rushed to my cock just at the memory.
I knew she was sassy and sweet underneath all that sarcasm and cynicism, but what I didn’t count on was that she matched my fucking freak.
Poe peeked up at me, a teasing smile tugging at her lips. “No. It can’t. So keep your monster dick away from me.”
“‘Monster Dick’?” I repeated, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Don’t call it that ever again.”
She grinned, evil and unrepentant.
“What? You don’t like ‘Monster Dick’?”
“No.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Okay. How about… King Kong Dong ? ”
I cringed. Visibly.
“Fine,” she sighed with mock disappointment. “The old classic ‘Big Dick’ it is then.”
That did it.
I rolled over her, making her squeal and laugh as I pinned her to the mattress.
“ Oof—! ” she wheezed through her laughter.
And as I looked down at her, completely lost in the sound of her laughter, I couldn’t help but feel like I was under her spell. She was always beautiful—but fuck was she gorgeous when she looked like this.
Radiant.
Happy.
Thoroughly fucked by me.
Mine.
When emotions got the best of me, I kissed the fuck out of her until her lips were flushed and bruised and she was looking at me like she’d forgotten her own name.
When I pulled back, she had a goofy smile on her face that made my heart pound faster.
Then I climbed off the bed butt ass naked and headed for the bathroom.
“Hey!” she called after me. “Where are you going? Let’s go back to sleep.”
I glanced back, smirking. “Get your ass up, Little Fox. We’ve got shit to do.”
She buried her face in a pillow and groaned. Fuck me, she was adorable when she wasn’t tap dancing on my last nerve. “What shit ? ”
“We’re not done chasing romance, baby. Get the fuck up.”
She peeked out from under the black blankets, hair everywhere, eyes heavy-lidded and sparkling with mischief.
“…Does chasing romance involve food and orgasms?”
I winked. “We’ll see.”