She was glistening with water and arousal, and his mouth watered.
Kneeling between her spread thighs, his wet curls fell into his eyes as he stared up at her. One elbow was on the bed, the other arm wrapped over her breasts. Still so innocent, even as she stared unflinchingly at him.
"Lay back, angel. Just trust me and relax." At his instructions, she did, one arm still banded over her chest. He reached for her fingers, locking their hands and placing her palm against his hair. Her fingers brushed the base of his horns, and he bit back a groan—this was about her. "If you don’t like it, make me stop."
It was a slip of the tongue. He could stop. He would stop. But gods, it would be harder than ceasing to breathe, for how much he wanted this.
With her fingers tangled in his hair and thighs spread wide, Az bent down and pressed a gentle kiss to the apex of her thighs.
"W-what are you doing…?" Luella gasped, cheeks burning. Immediately, her legs snapped closed, but his shoulders wedged between her thighs kept them open enough for him to continue.
"I want to learn you, Lu. Every part of you."
Az was unskilled, but he wanted this to be good for her. Every shift of her hips and gasp torn from her lips gave him cues of what she liked. When his tongue hesitantly traced her soft flesh, her fingers gripped his hair tightly. So, he did it again. And when he pressed open-mouthed kisses against every bit of her hot, intimate flesh, tongue dipping just barely inside her, her back bowed off the bed, and her thighs quivered around him.
Az tasted her arousal straight from the source, kissing and teasing, learning her from the inside out.
When her moans turned ceaseless, one long string of pleasure rippling in the air, he knew she was close to that peak. He didn’t relent as he tasted between her thighs.
His angel shattered on his tongue.
He lapped up every trace of her desire, dripping between her thighs, until she gripped his horns, forcing him away.
The demon sat up and licked his lips, tasting her on his mouth. Her chest heaved, and she no longer seemed to care about covering her breasts; they rose and fell with each wanton breath. Her legs fell closed as he fit himself over her, staring down at her twitching feathers and wide eyes.
Primal desire swelled inside him. He wanted to stake his claim on her, but she wasn’t ready for that. He gripped her chin, forcing her lips to open as he leaned down and kissed her, lickinginside her mouth the same way he had just licked between her thighs.
She shivered against him, and when he pulled back, her blue eyes were clouded with lust. "That’s… what Bastian meant?"
A growl tore from inside him, and Luella squeaked.
"Don’t say his name." Az was unable to stop the litany of growls that rose inside him as silky laughter flowed from behind the curtains of the room.
"I w-won’t," she promised, staring up at him. "I didn’t know you could dothat."
He smiled down at her fondly, the protectiveness inside him abating at her sweet innocence—still there, even after he had tasted her. "Did you like it?"
Her chin dipped in a shy nod. "Did you?"
He smoothed his hands over her hair, tucking errant curls behind her arched ears. "Ilovedit. I’ve never done that before, angel. I hope it was good for you."
She bit her lip, and this time, nothing stopped him from chasing after it.
It was a sweet, pleasant kiss, like the cool water of their bath, evidence of it now dried on their skin.
"Thank you for showing me, Az. I love you," she sighed into his mouth.
"Always, angel. I love you."
Content, Luella’s lids fluttered, and they found themselves curled up among the sheets, the curtains swaying in the breeze, still thick and prominent. Az just hoped the storm would hold off.
33
REFUGE
VALE
The comfort of a hand could only satisfy Vale for so long. His dragon paced within him, restless and yearning with dark possession for their mate.
