132. Lazarus #2
She sighs and softly moans her pleasure, pulling me more firmly against her.
When her hips start to writhe, still cradled by shadows, I briefly break our kiss to summon a ball of spit to my lips and let it fall directly onto her clit. My hand wanders between us to administer feather-light circles around her clit.
Violette curses on a gasp as her hips thrust forward, brushing the underside of where my cock lays upon her abdomen–hardened to the point of pain, and dribbling a pool of pre-cum. Her hands reach to guide me to her entrance.
“Oh, fuck... Laz, please–
With one hand, I collect both of hers and pin them above her head to the column of the shelf. My voice drops to a growl. “Behave.”
Her eyes widen with surprise before growing heavy-lidded with desire.
She doesn’t resist.
I reward her by lavishing each of her breasts with affection–teasing each nipple into turgid peaks as my thumb continues to coax her clit and her entrance. She’s soon writhing beneath me once more as she whispers a pretty word. “Please..."
Grunting my approval, my hand captures her jaw as I graze one of my fangs over my lower lip. Blood blooms to the surface, trickling down my chin. “Open.”
The hunger in Violette’s eyes is palpable, and she promptly offers me the flat of her tongue. Sucking my bleeding lower lip into my mouth, I summon blood and saliva before letting it fall onto her palette. She groans her pleasure, swallowing me down before seeking out my mouth.
Finally, I draw my hips back to drag my length down to Violette’s core.
My hips nudge forward, pressing my crown firmly against her entrance, gradually stretching her around me so fucking tight it makes my balls ache with need for release.
It’s coupled with the weight of love burning in my chest with the force of a fucking sun, and when I look back up to meet her gaze, I see every ounce of that love shining through her eyes.
We might be standing in a musty broom closet, but I feel like I’m in fucking heaven.
All because of her.
Sliding into the hilt, my hands glide over each precious curve of her body until my hands cup her cheeks. I lower my head to capture her mouth once more.
Our kiss isn’t rushed or ravenous—though there is a time and a place that. Instead, it’s with a tenderness and reverence I’ve never experienced with anyone else—never could experience with anyone else. Sex with Violette isn’t mere animalistic friction.
It’s worship and devotion; holy and sacred.
Everyone and everything before her cannot be compared–and I’ll never settle for anything less ever again.
Her nails graze my scalp, fingers curling to grip my hair and hold me close.
My hips dedicate a deep, steady rhythm that she writhes in sync to.
Her core squeezes me with each thrust, encouraging more slick sounds that coax me further to the edge.
One of her hands seeks out mine as her nose trails my jaw until she approaches my ear.
Her voice is a whisper tinged with sadness.
“Promise me, we’ll always have this... That I’ll always be enough for you. ”
Pain and fear flares down our tether, and I know it’s because of Azrael. She fears that one day, I’ll want to end this life eventually too. I draw back slightly to hold her gaze.
Again, words fail to illustrate the verity and gravitas of my will, and my love for her.
“Seraphim, you’re the only reason I want to be here. Like a shadow, wherever it is that you go, I will follow–whether it be in this realm, an after realm, or back to Akash... I will be with you.”
Violette’s eyes glisten with emotion, lower lip trembling as she nods, and pulls me close.
My hands grasp her hips, sinking my fingertips into her flesh, and clutching her more firmly against me as my thrusts increase. The urge to meld this female into me–to place her safely in the haven of my heart where she never has to experience hurt ever again–is overwhelming.
Alas, my blood will have to suffice.
With one hand, I guide her head to my bared throat.
She doesn’t hesitate. Her fangs sink in–a sharp pain followed by exquisite euphoria.
In this position, her shoulder is vulnerable to me–my fangs graze her in warning and anticipation.
The moment I pierce her skin, her body slackens in my arms and she moans around her mouthful, gulping down my blood.
Her channel spasms around me and I return my thumb to caress the slickened hood of her clit.
My thrusts turn ferevent–a hard, steady slamming of my hips–until my climax rises and bursts through me.
Eyes rolling, I take one last gulp of her velvety rich blood as my movements stutter and gentle as my cock pulses inside her.
Violette withdraws her fangs as she breathes a keening, whimpering sigh of pleasure.
I lean back to view the fruit of our efforts as I gently slide the wet length of my cock out of her until only the tip of my crown remains.
My hands frame her core as my thumbs spread her wider and she clenches around me, sending a rush of my cum spilling out of her.
The sight of which drags a deep, satisfied groan from the depths of me.
“Fuck, seraphim. I’ve never seen anything more perfect. ”
Violette sits forward and angles her head to look between us and a little moan escapes her. Slowly surging back inside her, my thumbs collect some of the leaking cum, spread it over her pink, swollen folds, and use what’s left to tease her clit with feather-light strokes.
Violette’s breath punches out of her as she gives me another whimper of pleasure and hips twitch. “Gods, Laz, if you keep doing that, we’ll never leave this closet.”
A grin curls a corner of my mouth as my eyes lift to meet her gaze. “Is that a promise?”
She chuckles softly, though it’s cut short by another moan as I continue to tease her cum-slicked pussy with reverent strokes of my fingers and cock.
I’m fairly certain the sun has risen by the time we finally leave.
I may or may not have stolen one of the mops for sentimental purposes.