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I clung to him, my body matching the rhythm of his own. The intensity built up again like a crescendo in a symphony, rising higher with each passing second until it was all I could focus on.
"Look at me," he commanded. “I want to watch your face as you come for me.” I opened my eyes, and his gaze locked onto my own as he rocked against me, the pressure of his hard cock against my clit driving me higher. I blushed, feeling self-conscious but his hand slipped up over my throat, thumb and forefinger holding my jaw so I couldn’t turn away.
“Come for me,” Alastor demanded. “Soak my cock with your cum and let me watch you fall apart.”
“I can't again,” I whimpered, knowing I was wrong, even as I spoke, and my body writhed under him.
“Yes, you can, and you will,” he growled. “In my bed, you belong to me, and you will submit to me.” His eyes were fixed on mine, his gaze both demanding and consuming.
I nodded, my submission already given to him, body, mind and soul. His thrusts became faster, harder. His cock rubbingagainst the most sensitive part of me, while his thumb and forefinger tweaked a nipple into a hard peak.
"Alastor!" I cried out, my voice echoing in the room. My body bucked under him.
"I love you," he growled huskily as he continued to build my pleasure higher and higher. "And you are going to come for me."
His words, his command, sent me over the edge. The tension within me snapped, pleasure erupting through me in an overwhelming wave.
I screamed his name and arched my back, my body convulsing in pleasure. Alastor’s eyes never left mine, his jaw tight, pupils dilated with lust as he watched me shatter apart.
I held on to him like a lifeline, shaking under him. He reached down between us, and I felt the head of his cock press against my opening. Something snapped in my mind, and I froze. I couldn't do this. Not now. Gabriel would kill him. No, Gabriel would make him beg for death and never grant it if I let him go further. I needed to think. I needed to stop it now.
"Alastor," I breathed out, the word coming out more like a plea than a whisper.
He began to push, and I panicked.
"No! I can't... I can't do this!'' I pushed against his chest, any lingering desire growing cold as my sanity finally returned. Alastor stilled instantly. His hand slipped away from my body, and he pulled back from me slightly.
"Sariel?" he asked, his voice steady despite his ragged breathing.
"I...I can't."
His brows furrowed in confusion, and for a brief moment, hurt flashed across his face. But it was gone as quickly as it had come, replaced by understanding that made me feel even worse. Instantly, he pulled back, lifting his weight off me. I closed my legs and sat up, pulling my knees up to my chest, trying to makemyself as small as possible as shame and guilt washed over me. I could feel the absence of him like a profound ache. It was as if he'd taken a part of me with him when he moved away.
"Alright," he said quietly, sitting on the edge of the bed and not looking at me. I desperately wanted to reach out and touch him, but I wasn’t sure I could control myself if I did.
“I’m sorry,” I murmured. He was angry with me. As much as I hated the thought, maybe that wasn’t a bad thing. He wouldn’t want to… tempt me anymore if he was angry with me.
He turned round, but there was no anger on his face, just concern.
“Don’t be sorry, Sariel. It’s ok.” he reached out his hand, but I flinched, and he withdrew it with a sigh. “I know this is all new to you and it’s ok to be scared. We can wait, there's no rush.”
"I... we..." I couldn’t focus, couldn’t find the words to say what I needed to.
"Sariel." The tinge of hurt in his voice stabbed at my heart. "Talk to me."
"We can't do this," I said at last, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. "I shouldn't have let it go this far."
Alastor frowned, confusion etched across his handsome face. "What do you mean? Sariel, you’re shaking." He reached out, wrapping his arms around me, trying to pull me against his chest. I knew it was only for comfort, but I couldn’t even allow myself that. I didn’t deserve his concern, his care. I pulled away from him.
“Sariel?” The hurt in his voice made my heart ache. His touch had made everything too close, too honest, and I couldn’t take it. I had to end this now, before I went too far.
"I can't be with you, Alastor. Not like this. It’s wrong."
The words hung in the air, heavy and final. A wall of silence separated us. Alastor looked at me, his eyes glassy and guarded.
"Wrong?" he echoed, his voice barely a whisper. There was a certain melancholy to it that made my heart squirm uncomfortably. "How could something that feels so right be wrong?"
"I'm an angel, Alastor," I whispered helplessly, trying to make him understand. "A servant of the Divine. I shouldn’t… I can't… fall into sin."
