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Azriel lets me climb onto the bed and lay how I want. I choose on my stomach so my wings are free to move and free for him to touch. Long fingers brush my right wing and I shiver at the barest of touches. "Wings first. Is that alright?" He asks softly and I nod while opening my mind to him so he can read my comfort levels himself. My wing is pliant under his hand and I smell something sweet before he smooths cream onto my wing. I can't stop my hum of approval as he smears it over the muscles with tender hands.

My thighs clench when his hand ghosts over the peak of my wing and his own pleasure flits through my head at my reaction. "Az," I complain when he leaves the spot and my eyes open to catch his expression when a husky chuckle leaves his lips. Desire and fondness smolder in his hazel eyes, but until he's ready, I'm content to remain pliant under his hands. He finishes with my right wing and wetness pools between my thighs as he does the same treatment for my left. "Azriel." I protest as his hands slide onto my feet even as he turns me into jelly.

"What's this?" He asks as his fingers glide over the tattoo on my ankle.

My mind races. "Not the most pressing thing on my mind right now."

He chuckles. "We're going at my pace, Kaira." He reminds me and I groan as his hands knead my calves before gliding up nearer where I want him. He passes by my heat to squeeze my ass which has me dragging my bottom lip between my teeth. When he straddles me so his hands can coast over my back, my hips lift to try and entice him to where I want, but he only presses me down into the bed to continue his work.

"Cruel mate." I bid and smile at the amusement that flows through his mind.

"Your mate." He rumbles into my ear as his naked body lays over mine. I feel every inch of him, every muscle, the soft caress of hair on his chest, all the way down to where strong thighs flank my own. His weight shifts and I whimper at the feeling of his fingers at my opening. Yet he continues his torture by dragging the rough pads of his fingers around my sex, every slight dip into me sending hope and electricity shooting through me only to end up with him pulling away again.

"More," I beg softly, jolting when his fingers graze my clit. "Az, I need more." He chuckles, but the sound is a little strained even as he pulls away to press his lips over the curve of my ass right over that bruise. He painstakingly slides two fingers into me and now his breathing turns ragged.

"Beautiful." Everything he wants to say is caught up in that one word. My hands are fisting the sheets and close to ripping them to shreds when his fingers slide fully into me. "Mine." He growls and I whimper at his gruff voice as his fingers slide slowly in and out of me. I realize that he needs this just as much as I do. Needs to claim me after everything that's happened this past week in order to remind ourselves who we belong to, who we've given ourselves to.

"Yours." I breathe in return, yelping when his fingers move faster and go deeper to ignite a spark in my gut. His feet hit the floor and he uses one hand to pull me to the edge of the bed without stopping. He uses both hands now as his fingers pump into me and his other swirls around my clit. "More. So close, Az, please." I beg and nearly cry when one hand vanishes only to be replaced by his mouth.

The tip of his tongue traces around my clit and I barely hear the popping of threads in the sheets as they begin to rip. Then he plants his mouth on me, fingers pumping hard and fast, before I splinter. My ears ring while pleasure crashes over me like ocean waves on a sandy shore. I pull my wings tight against my body as my fingers curl in along with my toes as I crest the pleasure like a rogue breeze taking me higher than I've ever been before.

It feels like a full minute before I become aware of my body again and feel Azriel's fingers still inside me as he presses kisses to my thighs. My wings relax as my entire body goes limp and pliant once again. "How many more do you have in you, heart?" He asks softly and I wake up a bit at the sound of a challenge.

"How many are you willing to give, Shadowsinger?" I dare as I glance over my shoulder to see him. If possible, he looks more wrecked than I am with pleasure and awe scrawled across his face. A devious smile curls his lips and I squeak as his fingers slide out of me. Eyes fixed on mine; he slides each finger into his mouth to clean them one by one. I swallow thickly and sit up before pointing to the pillows. "Up here. Now." I leave no room for argument and the smile he gives me is predatory as he slowly rounds the bed before sliding onto it to sit in front of me. I'm already practically drooling over him, but seeing him laid out in front of me ready for the taking is enough to make me come undone all over again.

"And how much do you think you can take, love?" My fingers card through my hair as I push it all to the side as he watches, frozen at the sight of me. I move forward with my hands sliding onto his thighs and smirk when he twitches from just from that little touch. My breath washes over his length and I bite my lip at the sight of a little liquid already leaking from the tip that sits just below his belly button.

"I—" He cuts himself off as I press the lightest of kisses to his balls.

"Mmhmm?" I hum, letting the vibrations coast off my lips as I slide them over the base of his shaft. He swallows and neither of us look away from the other as my lips, and only my lips, glide up and down either side of him before I return to his tip.

"Whatever you, fuck—" He chokes on his words again as I kiss his tip, then dip my tongue down to catch the liquid leaking from him. I savor his taste while my hand gently props him up so his cock is standing straight up and down. I throb at the sight, but I'm determined to pay him back.

"I understand why you like this so much." I murmur, lips bumping up against him as I descend back down. "I love seeing you squirm under me." My tongue runs over his balls and I smirk as he jerks. "Love slowly making you unravel." I lick a flat stripe all the way up him and accept the fire blazing in those eyes I love so much. The tip of my tongue circles around him before I decide enough is enough and finally slide him between my lips.

"Fuck." Az curses as I work my way down until I'm halfway, then glide back up with my tongue held flat against him. His head is pressed back against the headboard and his hands are gathering the ripped sheets in his fists. He doesn't dare remove his gaze from mine.

But I know I can do better.

I sink back down and this time I take all of him into my mouth. "Hell, Kaira." Azriel gasps, hands tightening on the sheets to keep himself from reaching for my head. I pop off him as an idea comes to mind. My hands twist my hair into a rope before I take his hand to have him hold it. It's not enough leverage to push and pull, I'm not ready for that, but it's enough to tug and I see heat flash bright in his eyes at the fact.

I return to my task and put him in my mouth in one slick movement. He tugs my hair and my eyes shutter while my heat flutters. "Do not let go." I tell him mind to mind and he barely releases a grunt as I begin moving up and down on him, sucking hard with my throat relaxed to take all of him each time.

"Kaira, I..." His teeth grit together and his knuckles are white as he fights against me, still thinking about winning our little challenge. That won't do. I moan softly and clench my thighs together when he twitches in my mouth.

"I'll never tire of the taste of you," I murmur into his mind as my hands grip tight to his thighs even as the muscles shift under velvet skin. "Can still taste you after days. Still want you after just having you." I go on, the slick between my legs building even as his orgasm comes nearer and nearer.

"It's the same for me, Kaira." He responds, breathless even in his mind. His hair is a mess atop his head, mouth open, chest heaving, skin gleaming slightly with a thin sheen of sweat. He's glorious. "I will never tire of having you in any way. In every way." Flashes of feeling fill my head of not only how he feels when in my mouth, but wrapped in my hands, or hilt deep in my heat. Suddenly, the challenge doesn't matter to me as much as feeling him inside me.

My hand moves to cup his balls gently, rubbing my fingers over them while incoherent words spill from his mouth. The smallest of squeezes while he's buried down my throat is all it takes and I memorize his every noise to compose later. His wings flare and he tugs on my hair as he spills himself inside me. Our eyes never leave one another's as I swallow every single drop he gives me before he's empty and I'm full.

Slowly, I rise off him and give him a tired smirk. "Even then." I lay out the score as he blinks.

"Are you content with even, heart?" He asks and I know he can smell my fresh arousal still tinting the air. I crawl up his body and drag myself over his shaft, smirking when I feel it twitch so soon. He captures my lips with his as his hands glide down my sides in lieu of tugging me down onto him as I know he'd like to. I'm almost dizzy when we part, but my body knows what to do. My wetness is sliding back and forth over him as he hardens again within the minute.

"I wouldn't mind being even with another point for the both of us," I answer and kiss him again, letting my tongue graze over his bottom lip. A growl rumbles out of his chest and my stomach swoops when his fingers dig into my hips. We pull back just enough to see each other's eyes and I nod in permission. My hands slide into his hair to tug lightly as he lines up his tip with my heat. We stare into one another's eyes, completely caught up, as I lower myself inch by inch onto his cock.

Being full of him feels so perfect, so right, and I truly wonder if eternity will be enough to have this with him. Rough hands glide up my back as he flattens my body against his so we feel our every breath together. Only then do I begin to move. It's a slow and gentle start like the rocking of a boat to accustom both of our sensitive bodies for what's to come.

"I think about this when I'm away." Az murmurs. "Sometimes you're all I can think about. The memory of you touching me, holding me, how I fit in you like I was made for you. Gods." He groans as I pick up the pace, his words egging me on. "I've gotten hard on missions just thinking about you. About this."

"Az." I moan, all other words escaping my mind but for the need for him "Turn us over." I tell him and his brows furrow. "I need you deeper." I encourage and carefully, without dislodging either of us, he turns us so he's hovering over me in a position we've never been in before. He's in control here, but I find I'm happy to give in to him. I trust Azriel. More than anyone else that's ever existed and I know he'd never hurt me. "Please," I whisper as I feel him holding back. "I trust you."

Az swallows, but starts moving in and out of me at a glacial pace. "Yes. Gods, yes." I moan with my hands tugging on his hair in a way that must be painful, but he doesn't seem to care in the least. His eyes take in my every movement, scanning me laid out for him, everything on display. He continues moving slowly and lavishes attention on my heavy breasts, kissing over the curve of them, licking my hard nipples, nipping lightly to make me squeal. My legs wrap around his waist and my heels dig into his back in a silent plea for more.

"Kaira, fuck, I'm not sure—"

"Let go," I tell him and wildness flashes through his eyes. "I want you as deep in me as you can and go as fast as you want it. I need it." My plea is apparently all he can take because the next time he pulls out, he slams back in to the hilt. I shout his name as he repeats the motion with my mind open for him to feel how I feel. He speeds up and my climax sneaks up on me so quickly I don't even realize it before lightning is shooting through my every limb. Stars dance in my vision and I think I'm crying even as I push Az to go harder, not to stop, as I come down ready for another.

"By the Mother." He barely gets out as his thrusting becomes erratic. His forehead presses to mine even with the sweat making our bodies slick. My hand reaches down to rub my clit as he keeps going and one sharp tug of his hair is all it takes for us to shatter together. He shoots himself into me as my vision goes white and I forget I have a body at all as I become nothing but pleasure and ecstasy. My wings are shaking, my body is shaking, and as I come down I realize Azriel is trembling as well.

He turns us so I'm laying on top of his chest, still remembering I can't handle a weight on top of me, then we remain still for a long while. I feel him soften inside me and his seed coating my thighs along with my own slick. We're both exhausted and completely satisfied. "Is it wrong that I could stay like this forever and be content?" I murmur onto his chest, not even sure if I say the words out loud.

A rumble shudders from Azriel in the place of a laugh as his hands slide up and down my body. "If it is, then I will gladly be wrong with you, heart." He responds and I hum, happily falling asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

*A/N*

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