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“Tell me.” He kisses my neck as he thrusts against me, the heat of his cock so close but still too far away. He’s being so unfair.
I groan out my frustration, tipping my head back to give him access to the most sensitive part of my body. He drags his teeth along the skin, torturing me slowly as he waits for me to give in.
“Please,” I choke out.
“Please, what?” he asks.
“Are you really going to make me say it?” I ask.
He pauses to look at me, heat flashing in his eyes. “I need to hear you say it, Willow.”
There’s so much emotion in his words that I’m struggling to identify the reason behind it. I don’t know if it’s because of what happened or the undeniable ocean between us these last weeks.
But whatever it is, I can see he’s not asking to push me out of my comfort zone. He needs to know I want this with him. Maybe it’s stupid to let the barrier I’ve erected around myself crumble in the face of that, but it does. At least for the moment.
“I want you,” I whisper.
He kisses me then, a brutal kiss, swallowing my gasps and stealing the very breath from my lungs. I hold onto him for dear life, and in the next moment, he thrusts inside me, sending a wave of shock and pleasure through my body.
“Okay?” he asks again, gentling his movements as he rolls his hips.
“Yes.” I nod frantically. “More.”
He thrusts into me again, only giving me half of himself, and when I meet his eyes, understanding dawns. He’s trying to be gentle because of the baby.
“It’s okay.” I wiggle against him.
He doesn’t look as certain as I am, and that realization does something to me. He doesn’t want to hurt us. Which can only mean… he wants this baby to live.
“Azrael?” I look up at him in question.
“I don’t know how to do this,” he admits. “I have no idea.”
I offer him the only reassurance I can. “It’s okay. Trust me to tell you if it’s too much.”
He gives me a stiff nod, deepening his thrusts, and slowly, we fall back into a familiar rhythm.
Only, something is different this time. It’s more intense. I can’t tell if he feels it too, not until he makes me come and approaches the point of no return himself.
“Fuck, I’ve missed being inside of you,” he murmurs. “You feel so perfect wrapped around me.”
I whimper as he drives deeper, my fingers clutching his massive shoulders, his hips splitting mine apart. He loses himself to it, and I watch in awe as he starts to unravel. He praises every inch of my body, telling me how good I feel as he tries to draw it out and make it last forever. But as good as it feels, I don’t want it to last. I want to watch him come because, truthfully, I’ve missed this too.
I’ve missed it so much that I didn’t even realize how much until now.
Azrael tips his head back, lips parting, eyelids fluttering as he loses the battle. His cock pulses inside me, warmth spilling into me, chest heaving as his heartbeat rises to a crescendo.
For a few long moments, we stay there, tangled up in each other. My body feels boneless, and I don’t want to move. I want to stay right here with him inside of me while we ignore the world that seems to be burning around us.
But when a shiver moves over me, the chill of the evening air finally getting to me, Azrael doesn’t miss it.
“Come on, Little Witch.” He carries me up the pool steps, pausing to grab my robe and draping it over my body. “Let’s get you back inside.”
He carries me, still wrapped around him, all the way back to the house. And before we slip through the door, I swear I see the curtain moving in Salomé’s room. I wonder if she was watching us and for how long. The thought sickens me, but it doesn’t surprise me. I don’t doubt she spies on us far more than I’d care to admit.
Azrael takes me inside the house, straight to the bathroom, where he draws a bath to warm me up. Unsurprisingly, he slips in behind me again, wrapping his arms around me as he settles me against his chest. My eyes are heavy with exhaustion, and I feel like I could fall asleep right there, but Azrael has other plans.
“Willow.” He strokes my cheek, turning my face toward his.
“Hmm?” I blink up at him.
“I want you to tell me about Caleb.”
I stiffen in his arms, and his brows furrow as he waits for a response. I knew this moment would come, but half of me expected he would just use his connections in The Society to get the answers he wanted.
