Page 152 of The Crimson Walls Of Algorath

“Azriel,” Ariadne moaned, sending that wonderful lightning through his body.

“Mmm.” He smirked up at her and drew his hand up from her breast to her throat, then to cup her face, thumb stroking over her lower lip. “Tell me what you want, my love, and you will have it all.”

Ariadne parted her lips and wrapped them around his thumb. The motion almost made him lose his mind. It was his turn to groan. She sucked gently, tongue working along the pad of his finger, her ocean eyes boring into him with a silent promise.

She popped his thumb from her mouth and breathed, “I want you in me.”

“Like this?” He slid a finger along her folds.

“Yes.” She pushed her hips forward eagerly.

He did as he was told, slowly easing one finger into her as he licked and sucked some more. She writhed in response, working herself against him hard.

“More,” she groaned.

Again, he obliged, pumping into her gently with two fingers. She gasped loudly, her sex clenching around him as she moved. He watched her above him, taking in every movement—every pulse of her body as he pleasured her—and reveled in it.

Her climax burst forth with a cry. She gripped his fingers as he rode it out, still working her with his tongue. It wasn’t until she shuddered a gasp and dug her fingers into his hair to pull his face back that he ceased his onslaught. He nipped at her inner thigh and eased himself free as he lowered her to the floor again.

“You are not finished,” she said, hands sliding around the waistband of his trousers, lingering for a moment over his erection before unbuttoning them. Without batting an eye, she wrapped her fingers around his length and stroked.

Azriel groaned and braced himself on the wall over her. He shook his head and stepped back. “Let me wash first.”

She laughed but let him go. He moved fast, scrubbing the dirt and grime from so many days in Algorath. Though his hands and face had been cleaned, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he took her not only as a dhemon but as a filthy monster.

Once satisfied, he turned back to her, his heart leaping into his throat. Ariadne was already on her knees. Before he could say a word, she gripped his cock and slid her lips around him. He bit back a yelp of pleasure as she stroked and sucked in tandem, unable to take his full length in her mouth.

Azriel let out a shuddering breath. With nowhere else to brace himself, he pushed his fingers into her hair and focused hard to keep himself from thrusting too deep.

Instead, he let her work. Her tongue rubbed him in just the right place as her head moved in a steady rhythm. As she adjusted to his size, she took a little more. A little more—always returning to focus on the most sensitive part.

He groaned. Her free hand slid up his thigh to cup his balls, moving gently but adding just enough sensual pressure to heighten the sensations. Closing his eyes, Azriel tilted his head back and let himself get swept away by the heat of her mouth and persistent friction. If he looked at her too long on her knees before him, he’d finish too soon.

And he had plans to fulfill.

Before he could lose himself completely, he shifted back a step, watching his cock slide out of her mouth with more control than he realized he possessed. Her eyes questioned him, but she said nothing as he stooped down and wrapped his arms around her. When he stood, she wrapped her legs around his hips, hooking her feet together to hang on as she did the same with her hands around his neck. She swayed her hips, her slick sex rubbing along his length with mind-numbing pleasure.

Azriel crossed the room to the bed and sat, kissing her neck. She made a soft sound of approval and tilted her head to the side—a wordless invitation. He struck, burying his fangs into her and moaning at the taste of her blood before it shot up through the hollows. She ground her hips against him in response.

The blood she provided lit him up from the inside, bolstering his body’s healing. Though he’d still heal slower than a Caersan, it was far more potent than any blood he’d had over their weeks apart.

By the time he pulled free of her, Ariadne had adjusted onto her knees, her hand slipping between them to stroke him again. Brushing his lips along the crook of her neck, he hummed in satisfaction. Her touch alone could send him over the brink.

“You are everything to me.” Her warm breath caressed the shell of his ear, doubling the swell of pure euphoria that accompanied her words.

“I am yours.” Azriel kissed her softly. “And you…you are mine.”

Ariadne poised herself above his cock, fingers wrapped around his horns to keep her up. “Until the very end.”

With that, she eased down onto his thick length, pausing to give herself time to stretch and adjust to his size. Every inch she took made his head spin. Gods, she was perfect.

“Are you alright?” he asked, lips running along her jaw.

Ariadne rocked her hips in response, sliding him in and out of her with increasing vigor. She rubbed her mound against him to heighten her own pleasure, and her moan was more than answer enough. Never would he get enough of that sound.

Sliding his hands down her back, he cupped her ass, reveling in the way her muscles flexed and clenched with each sway of her hips. He’d fallen so low as to believe he’d never have this opportunity again, even in his vampire form. That she rode him as a dhemon? It made his bond go into a frenzy.

He pushed back further onto the bed. After kissing her hard and holding her steady, he switched to his knees and laid her on her back. As much as he loved seeing her finding her pleasure in his lap, he wanted to be the one in control when she finished again…and again…

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