Az continued touching between her thighs, stroking over her heated core. His other hand shifted once more to her waist, making her bend over him, her chest flush against his, breasts against his bare flesh. His hand was trapped between them, against her core, and the increase in pressure made her eyelids flutter.
"Ever what, angel?" His lips brushed her temple as he spoke. The wind and rain threatened to drown out the sound of his voice, even as it rumbled through her.
Her breaths puffed out over his chest as she all but moaned, broken and needy, "Have you ever done this b-before?" Her words broke into a stuttering hiccup as the pad of his finger brushed in lazy circles.
She felt more secure pressed against his chest like this. Hidden and safe. Her wings wrapped around her back, keeping her protected, too.
"No," Az revealed, "never."
And that made something in her heart clench, the thread between them growing even stronger.
Her lips pressed against his chest, right over his beating heart. "Thank you," she murmured.
His touches grew more frantic, and her hips shifted as best as she could, searching for him, unskilled and awkward as she sought that feeling. She was worked higher and higher by hishands, until she found her whole body tensing, teetering over the edge, fear making her choke out, "W-wait. What if it happens again?"
Az’s hand stilled against her, and he shifted, moving his head to press a kiss to the corner of her mouth, grumbling against her, "It won’t, Lu. I swear it to you. Do you want me to make another blood vow? Because I will. For you."
Luella was desperate to get over this fear. But it consumed her. She was so afraid that if she let go, it would only ever be pain and chaos; though, she would not make him feel as though he had to make a vow for her comfort.
She brushed her fingertips over the tiny red circle on his chest, each inhale making her breasts brush against him. "No more blood vows. This one is enough, forever."
He grabbed the side of her face, forcing her wide, hazy eyes to his. "It won’t happen. Let me show you."
"So show me."
And she relinquished control fully to him, feeling it slip from her hands like whispers of air as the pressure of his fingertips grew more firm, and he did not relent—not once—as he worked her higher and sent her shattering over the edge of a mountaintop, flying down the side as her body spasmed and chest heaved and lips parted with achy, sweet, little gasps.
Pleasure rippled through her in soft waves as she came down from her high, making her toes curl and her lower stomach flex, unbidden. She held her breath against him, waiting… for pain, for something bad to happen. But it never did. Her pleasure ebbed, leaving her languid and sated, even as the fever still burned within her bloodstream, even as the ship rocked and the storm raged.
A harsh roll of thunder made her tremble, and his hand tightened on her back, the steady rise and fall of his chest comforting.
She felt his lips on her crown.
"You sound so beautiful, Lu."
One of her hands rested on his chest, and he grabbed it, bringing it up to his mouth, warm lips pressing soft kisses against the tips of her fingers. His other hand was still between her thighs, not stroking, just resting there…cuppingher.
"How do you feel?" Az asked.
She felt… electric.
Like tiny bolts of lightning raced under her skin.
"I feel good." She blushed, peeking up at him. "Truly, Az. You were right. It didn’t—it didn’t hurt."
At her words, his fingers flexed against her still throbbing heat, and she gasped.
Even naive, she felt her body respond to him. Already, she found herself wantingmore. Wanting to chase that feeling again.
But the electricity inside her was growing too hard to ignore. She felt like she might crawl out of her skin. Fidgeting, her hands clenched around him, as if wanting to pull him inside her.
As she shifted in a restive fit, she felt his hardness against her backside, and she gasped, stilling.
"Y-you’re still…"
The tip of his finger brushed the edge of her wings. "Do not worry about me, angel. This was all about you."
She tried to sit up, hands pressed on his chest, but he couldn’t seem to let her go, holding her flush against him.
