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Strong arms wrapped around her; scarred fingers dug into the meat of her arms. She gasped, felt his comforting warmth behind her, and shivered as he moved her quickly through the shadows.

“Az –

He kissed her neck, nipped the lobe of her ear with his teeth.

“Got you,” he murmured, warm lips against her skin, “I’ve got you, pet.”

Warmth settled in her gut.

Azriel hadn’t balked at her idea, at the fantasy she wanted to explore with him. Not that she had expected him to, but still…it was a bit embarrassing for her to be so open about the things she wanted them to do together. Thankfully, Azriel knew enough to come up with rules they’d both feel comfortable with. The limits were set and understood. Their safe words were selected. And now…

He stopped abruptly, stepping out of the shadows so quickly that her head spun.

“Az –

With a growl, he shoved her down to the ground.

She had just enough time to quickly get a sense of her surroundings – the starry night sky above, fallen pine needles under her hands, shadows moving around them, weaving around the trees – before he was upon her.

“I – no!”

His scarred hands grabbed the waistband of her leggings, pulling her back to him before roughly pulling the material down. The cold night air on her bare skin made her heart race, and she yelped, trying to wriggle her way free.

She only succeeded in making it easier for him to tear off her leggings.

“Please, Az –

His answering growl made her wet and needy.

“Azriel…I-I can’t –

He manhandled her onto her back, her struggles pointless.

“You can,” he grumbled, tugging her shirt up so he could kiss her stomach, “you will.”

“I-I…”

She looked into his pretty hazel eyes and bit her lip. The warmth there, present even now as they played, made her heart swell with love.

“Az…”

He crawled over her, nipped her chin playfully.

“Hike up your shirt, pet…let me see you,” he groaned, “in all your glory…”

But she was much more interested in the glory above her.

His wings were spread wide and proud behind him and with the starlight so bright in the night sky above, he glowed.

“Azriel…”

Mother’s breath, but she loved him.

“Do as I say, pet,” he growled, nipping her chin, “or I’ll take you over my knee.”

He jerked her shirt up and descended upon her like a male starved, peppering needy kisses down the valley between her breasts.

She squirmed, alight with want, and gasped as his lips grazed over her nipples.

“I could just eat you up…”

He flicked his tongue over her nipples, but didn’t pause to suckle her like she liked.

Frustrated, she groaned and wriggled harder against his hold.

“Enough, pet.”

His shadows ran over her body like a caress, cooler to the touch than his hands were but no less pleasurable.

“Behave and I might let you come.”

As he tugged at the belt of his leathers, his shadows wrapped themselves around her wrists and pinned her arms up and over her head.

“No fair,” she whined, arching up off the ground in a desperate bid to tease him back to her, “Az…”

Along with deciding on the rules beforehand, Azriel had insisted on preparing her body. He’d spent the night playing with her, oh-so-carefully stretching and oiling her ass, and wringing one orgasm after the other from her until she was limp and spent in his bed. It had been the most delicious agony, and as Azriel’s cock sprung free from the tight confines of his leathers and he grabbed behind her knees to push her legs back, she was thankful for every moment of it.

What they said about wingspan? Accurate, at least as far as he was concerned. 

“I need you,” he drawled, running the head of his cock through her slick folds, “I need to hear your sweet moans…”

He bumped her clit and a shiver of desire shot through her body, allowing a wanton moan to escape her.

“Good girl.”

She was dripped obscenely. She didn’t need a free hand to check. Azriel’s deep, commanding voice always had that effect on her.

“I want your ass, pet.”

She bit her lip and desperately nodded her consent, which earned her a small, fond smirk from her love.

He dragged his cock downward, and pressed against the puckered rim of her ass.

“Relax,” he eased forward, “and take me like the good girl I know you are.”

She tried to do as he said. Even with his careful preparation, relaxing was necessary. But she tensed up when he breached her, the head of his cock popping inside her tight body and stretching her far more than his fingers had the night before.

“Relax,” he said more firmly, scarred fingers settling on her clit.

His touch was slow, lazy…and yet she felt the beginnings of an orgasm winding tight. It never ceased to amaze her just how well he knew her body.

She gasped as another inch slid inside of her, the stinging intensifying.

“I-It’s too much…”

Azriel groaned.

“It’s not.”

His thumb circled her clit.

“It’s perfect…”

She looked down her body, and saw his gaze was downcast.

“D-Don’t…look…”

The flush of embarrassment on her cheeks was real, but deep down, she liked seeing the awe in his eyes as her body yielded to him.

“But you’re taking me so well, pet.”

Lashes fluttering as pleasure washed over her, she whined.

“Y-You’re too big,”

He growled, and sheathed himself inside of her with one slow, savoring thrust that pushed the air from her lungs.

“You can take me…you have, pet. Like you were made for me…”

Her legs shook and as he paused his ministrations on her clit to grip her tight and pull her close, she struggled to remember the fantasy they were meant to be playing out. Why, she wondered, why wasn’t he fucking her into the ground? Hard and rough, until her voice was hoarse from crying his name…

“P-Please…fuck me, Az…”

He clicked his tongue, an amused smirk tugging on his lips.

“Such fine manners…”

But he didn’t move.

“Please!”

“You’re mine, pet,” he breathed, seemingly unmoved by her pleas, “mine.”

She pulled against the shadows restraining her, but they held tight.

“Az, please…”

She was practically sobbing, but she didn’t care. If he didn’t move, she was going to lose her mind.

“Azriel –

Shadows cascaded down, over his shoulders and wings, and onto her. Some, the boldest, caressed her breasts; plucking at her tight nipples until she moaned. Others slipped through her hair and rippled over her stomach; teasing her sensitive skin and luxuriating in her shivers.

Azriel braced himself.

“You’re mine,” he practically snarled, “mine.”

He didn’t begin slow and gentle, only to build up a steady pace. No. He pushed her legs back and fucked her hard and fast.

“Y-Yes!”

She keened, the deep and painful sting fading quickly. In its place, pleasure bloomed and tightened.

She was full. So deliciously full.

It was somehow too much and not enough.

“Fuck!”

Azriel hissed, letting her legs fall to loom over her.

His weight spread out over her, his scent flooding her senses, the slight shift of his body…it sent her careening headfirst into an orgasm that had been simmering on the edges of her periphery.

Now the wave crashed down around her, and she was a wailing, writhing mess.

“Good girl,” he gasped, pace not faltering in the slightest, “coming on my cock…”

Pleasure settled over her like a shroud, and the beginnings of another orgasm began to form.

She murmured his name over and over, like a prayer.

He reached down to tilt her hips just so, and her clit brushed up against his groin. The sound that left her was feral.

Azriel kissed her face.

“Give me another, pet.”

The shadows on her wrists dissipated and she was finally able to wrap her arms around his neck.

“Come for me."