Chapter 7
I screamed, both with agony and immense pleasure when Azrael thrust his fingers inside of me.
“Please,” I begged, needing so much more, needing his dick inside of me right fucking now.
He’d been tormenting me for hours, teasing me, running his tongue over me and nibbling until I approached the edge of a powerful climax before he backed off.
I wanted to kill him.
And I wanted to fuck him.
My ankles ached as the whip relentlessly held me open for him. I’d grown overly sensitive as he replaced my soaked underwear, making a whimper of utter despair release from my throat.
His eyes had turned red with the influence of my power.
Our bonding was nearly finished. All he had to do was enter me and unite our bodies.
We both desperately wanted it.
So why did he still torment me?
“Azra,” I begged when he moved behind me and delicately ran his feathers over my body, providing me with incredible sensation that I wouldn’t have even thought possible.
“You feel everything a thousand-fold in this state,” he told me. “Do you feel this?” he asked, barely brushing a feather down my spine.
I shivered when the delicate sensation ran down my ass. He knelt behind me and I froze when he gently blew between my legs.
“I feel it,” I said as tears ran down my face. “I… need…” I emphasized, because this torment had nearly gone too far.
“We’re almost there,” he assured me as something deliciously hard and silky ran between my legs.
I glanced down to see his massive cock between my legs coated with my wetness.
Was he finally going to fuck me?
My entire body trembled as the bond between us felt like it was going to snap.
The pleasure wafting from him overflowed and I realized that this torment affected him just as much as it hurt me.
But it was a wonderful hurt, one that gave me a strange sort of satisfaction.
“I deserve this,” I said, whimpering when he pulled away.
He walked in front of me, naked now, with his cock standing proud and glistening with my need. “Do you?” he asked, his eyes glittering as his white wings flared behind him. “Tell me more.”
“I’m responsible for supernaturals losing their memory, even my own,” I told him, confessing my sins. “I… have killed.”
“Murder,” he said, tilting his head. “That’s a very good admission, beloved. I’ll reward you for that.” He approached me and ran his cock over my swollen folds, making me shiver with the raw pleasure it gave me.
“Oh…” I breathed when I approached a climax.
“Who died?” he asked as he slowly ran the head of his cock around my clit, making me tremble.
He paused when I didn’t answer.
“Does it matter?” I snapped.
He pulled away and I nearly sobbed from the need that washed over me. “It matters.”
I ground my teeth and flared my wings. Lashing at my restraints, I decided I’d had enough of this.
“Fuck you!” I shouted. “If you won’t give me what I need, I’ll go to your brother.”
That seemed to piss him off.
He said an ancient word, one I didn’t understand that sent light blasting through the trees and through his whip.
A burning heat rushed through me and stimulated my core, then collected around my nipples, making me whimper with the debilitating pleasure.
But something prevented me from coming, and I realized that Azra’s magic held power over my flesh.
He was an expert tormenter, and he knew how to make me suffer.
He knew how to interrogate… and he knew how to gain my confession.
“My mother!” I shouted as tears freely fell. “I killed my own mother, okay! I don’t deserve to live. I don’t deserve to come. I don’t deserve anything!”
He didn’t smile when the confession came out of me. Instead, he snapped his fingers and my restraints broke in an instant.
As I crashed to the ground he grabbed me and shoved me against a large cherry tree.
My back met the slick bark and my gaze locked with his.
I couldn’t read him when he was like this. All I felt was awe and fear. His wings spanned behind him, glowing with incredible power, his jaw tight with the tension that snapped between us.
“Spread your legs,” he said, his voice low.
I did as he ordered. Disobedience wasn’t in me anymore.
Gently, he aligned us, making me dig my fingers into his shoulder.
Was he going to show me… mercy?
“I am a Torturer of Purgatory, Lilith. I am designed to withdraw confessions and most importantly… resolve sin.”
My eyes went wide at the realization.
This was why my angels were my mates. I could never forgive myself of the grievances I had inflicted upon the world.
But they could show me a path where I could live with it.
“Azra,” I said, my little voice broken when he slid into me, providing me escape, reprieve, and my voice shattered on a cry as he filled me completely.
“Forgiveness,” he said, pulling out, then filling me up again as he hiked my legs over his hips. “Find forgiveness in this moment,” he instructed, holding me in place as he pulled out and then shoved in again.
Harder this time, then harder still until his thrusts moved in a harsh, punishing frenzy that had me holding on for dear life.
I threw my head back as the climax hit. One of the most powerful and emotionally charged orgasms I’d ever had in my life washed over me with an unrelenting wave.
The darkness within me hid sins in shadow, but the light from Azrael’s power burned them away.
It left my body scorching as our bond built into a fever pitch of thrusts, braiding into an unbreakable strand that would bind us together forever.
A true mate bond.
Azrael came with me, roaring as we lost ourselves to the moment, riding the heavens with each other as I found something I had never thought possible.
Forgiveness… and peace.