Page 45 of Property of Azrael

Az grows quiet. I want to ask who she was to him. A friend? A lover? No matter what role she had in his life, he clearly still cares deeply for her. A pang of jealousy prickles in my heart. Jealousy I have no right to feel, because I didn’t know him then. I have my past, my own life before him. It shouldn’t matter to me or to him, yet this one does.

“Do your other tattoos mean anything?”

He points out a few on his arm, explaining that they were spur-of-the-moment ideas, or tattoos he shared with some guys of the club to celebrate milestones. He lets me glide my hands over his body, giving me room to explore him at my leisure.

“Did you miss me last night?” he asks.

I nod. “I had fun with Eden and Fox, but I would have much rather spent my evening with you.”

“Let me make it up to you and help cure your hangover in the process.”

“How?” I haven’t had many hangovers in my life, but sleep and water are the only things that have seemed to help me.

“Like this.” He steps forward and crashes into my body, forcing my back against the cold tile. “Wrap your legs around me, baby.”

Grabbing his shoulder, I raise my legs, wrap them around his waist and lock them behind his back, his strong arms cradling me against him. With his thick erection pressing against my core, my mouth descends on his with the need to satiate this hunger burning inside of me for his touch.

I grind against him, and a moan erupts from deep in his throat.

“Greedy girl. I think you missed me,” he chuckles. “I had every intention of drawing this out, baby, but feeling your pussy against my cock… Fuck, I don’t think I can. I need to feel you around me.”

“Fuck me,” I demand.

He releases his tight grip on my hips, allowing for enough space to align himself at my entrance. With one smooth movement, he’s inside of me, stretching me to where I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out. He pauses, giving me a chance to adjust before he moves again, inch by tortuous inch, until he’s fully seated inside of me. His thrusts are slow at first, then turn progressively harder, until stars dot my vision when he sucks one of my nipples between his lips and teeth. The bite sends a thick wave of arousal through my body.

“Fuck, Hallie, you feel so fucking good. I could lose myself in your pussy.”

The pain of his size ebbs with each movement, allowing me to meet him thrust for thrust, drawing him deeper.

“So damn good,” he hisses through clenched teeth. “Your body was made for mine, baby.”

I want to agree, to tell him how good he feels inside of me, but a guttural moan slips out instead, my words failing to form under his relentless rhythm.

“Do I feel good, Hallie? Look at me fucking your pussy, how good your body takes me.”

Peering down, I watch him enter me, his wide girth plunging hard. As I watch, he moves his right hand a few inches over, and begins adding pressure to the rim of my ass.

“I’m going to take this too, Hallie.” I stiffen at the breach. “Relax,” he coos. “Not today, but soon, baby girl. I’m going to claim all of you—your pussy, your mouth, and your ass. All fucking mine,” he says in a husky tone filled with desire.

“I don’t know how much longer I can hold on,” I breathe, my body primed and ready to explode.

“Hang on tight, baby.” His rhythm goes from a steady to grueling pace, the slapping of our skin echoing off the walls. Fingers digging into my ass, he growls, “Come for me, Hallie. Let me hear it.”

“Oh, god,” I cry out, my release already crashing through me. I tried to hold on, to keep it at bay, but the ecstasy is just too much. My nerves explode like tiny fireworks all throughout my body.

A few thrusts later, he stiffens and pulls out. Thick, white trails of cum spurt from the tip of his cock and onto my belly. Chest heaving, he rests his head against mine, and suddenly, my body starts to shake as the dizziness from earlier sets in, causing the room to spin.

Shit. Shit. Shit. I’m going to pass out.

“Put me down,” I order.

“You okay?” he asks, his eyes searching mine as he gently sets me on my feet. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, no, nothing like that. I’m just a little dizzy,” I tell him. “But I’m okay, I promise.” His rough hands hold me steady, but he doesn’t seem convinced. “I’m okay. The spinning is slowing down now that I’m back on my feet.”

Az gives me space, but massages my neck and shoulders until the world rights itself again, his worrisome gaze never leaving mine.

“I’m good,” I again assure him.

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