Chapter 29 #3
One final swirl of his tongue over her clit and Aziel was on his feet again, flipping her over so swiftly that she squealed.
She pushed up onto her knees just as he gripped her, positioning her body so that her hips were level with the edge of the bed.
Nymiria’s whole body rocked forward when he entered her.
Her hands fisted the sheets, a curse flying from her lips.
He didn’t give her a single moment to center herself.
His piercings moved over a place inside of her that had constellations forming in her vision.
Aziel’s fingers brushed her hair away from her face, teeth sinking into his lip as he watched her face contort with pleasure. “Gods, look at you.” He whispered, the glide of his cock growing slower.
He watched himself move in and out of her, fingers massaging both pert globes of her ass.
Nymiria rocked back against him, forcing him all the way in.
Aziel shuddered, his head falling back as she did it again.
And again. “That’s it,” he hissed. Nymiria moaned at the sound of his voice, his praises washing over her like the caress of phantom hands, moving along her spine and down in between her legs. “Take it—take it all.”
Nymiria’s movements became more sporadic and less calculated with each brush of his piercings against that spot inside of her.
Aziel felt her walls contract around him, swearing under his breath as he pulled her flush against his body.
Her eyes fluttered open—the pounding of her heart and the pull of her breaths synchronizing—and looked into the mirror on the other side of the bed.
He’d once undressed her there, making her watch as he touched and kissed parts of her body that not even Owen had seen. He’d looked at her as if she were a work of art. And now, as his lips grazed over the shell of her ear and his gaze followed hers in the reflection, she watched him fuck her.
“Let me make you mine.” He pleaded. Nymiria nodded, groaning when the hand that was securing her waist slid between her spread thighs.
His fingers found her clit immediately, easy strokes drawing the most frantic noises from her that she’d ever heard.
She felt the pressure of his incisors against her neck, sinking deeper and deeper until they popped through the skin.
Her whole body went rigid, her mouth falling open into a silent scream.
Her climax slammed into her with such force that she couldn’t even breathe.
Waves of pleasure flooded her, clouding her senses.
When he tore his teeth away from her neck, she watched in awe as thin lines of blood spilled down her shoulder and over her breast.
Aziel turned her over, hips secured in his hands, and leaned forward. He sucked the blood from her breast, using his tongue to follow the line all the way up to her neck again. Another wave of that fire consumed her, hands gripping and pulling as she brought him down.
She kissed the unblemished skin below his chin, teeth grazing over the spot she’d used as a target for her fist so many months ago.
And then she claimed him. Without regret, without a second thought, she plunged her teeth into him.
Her mind and body were entirely disconnected.
The primal powers and the nature of her being had taken over, her ears only hearing his moans as she latched on to him.
Mine.
Mine.
Mine.
Her hips lifted, head falling back into the mattress. Aziel’s pace had grown frantic, his hips stuttering as he took her chin between his fingers and kissed her again. “I’m yours.” He said. “I’m yours. And you are mine.”
Nymiria nodded, brushing the hair away from his eyes. Though spent and weakened by the force of her climax, her body moved with his. “I’m yours.” She replied breathlessly.
Aziel came with an unnatural growl, his hands fisting the sheets on either side of her head. She felt him pulsing inside of her, felt the rush of his euphoria coursing through her body, mingling with the aftershock of her own.
He kissed her again.
And again.
And again.
Only to pull away from her and look at her as if he’d just had some sort of spiritual awakening. Nymiria groaned as he slipped out of her, eyes going wide as he took his fingers and pushed them into her opening again—pushing his release back into the place where he felt it belonged.
Whispering for her to remain still, Aziel disappeared into the washroom.
Nymiria’s senses were slowly returning. And though her heart was still pounding and her body felt as if it were floating in the sky, she could now hear the world around them.
She heard the running of water in the washroom, the chirping of evening birds outside of his window.
She heard distant sounds of laughter from somewhere within the palace.
Aziel returned with a wet cloth, his features slightly grim when he finally placed it on her neck. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He asked.
Nymiria shook her head, offering him a warm smile as she brought her hand to his cheek. “On the contrary, I believe I’ve never felt something quite as pleasurable than that.”
He let out a soft chuckle, moving the washcloth from her neck to the delightfully sore place between her thighs.
“Do you mean it, Nymiria?” He asked. Her chest ached at the meekness in his voice, her brows drawing together as she watched him clean her.
Sensing her confusion, Aziel sighed. “Do you truly mean that you are mine?”
She sat up immediately, taking the soiled cloth from his hands and tossing it away.
Surprised at her own bravery, Nymiria pulled him down, capturing his lips in a kiss she hoped would convey the things she could not explain.
His features were still soft when she pulled away from him, his eyes clouded with worry until she nodded.
“I’m yours. As broken as I am, I am yours. ”
He looked as if he wanted to say more, but a knock on his door had his eyes screwing shut, a groan of irritation rumbling from his chest. “Some days,” he said, placing a kiss on her shoulder. “Some days I wish that the only person I am important to is you.”
Nymiria laughed, shoving his head away from her. “Well, if you don’t dress yourself soon, I’m more than certain someone is bound to barge in here and get an eyeful of something I do not want them to see.”
He was already shoving his legs into a pair of slacks that had been hanging over the back of a chair.
“Are you that possessive over me?” He crooned, lips twitching into a smirk.
Nymiria wanted to be angry at his teasing, but with the view of his body, she found it increasingly difficult to want to insult him.
She merely raised a brow and slid from the bed. Aziel watched her, confused as she walked towards the door. “Perhaps I should answer the door and see how much you like—”
His arm caught her waist, a deep and velvet-like laugh sounding from him as he spun her around.
He carried her to the bed, tossing both of their bodies onto the mattress before gripping the blankets and pulling them up the expanse of her body and over her head.
She fought him off, slapping the fabric away from her face to reveal the most beautiful smile she’d ever seen.
“I will proudly admit that I am very, very possessive over you.” He said. “I don’t want anyone getting an eyeful of you, either.”