Page 54 of Property of Azrael

“Yours. It belongs to you, Azrael!”

“Fuck yeah, it does.”

He shifts back in the chair, his five o’clock shadow glistening with my wetness. I want to return the favor, so I slide off the table and go to my knees in front of him, making quick work of removing his shorts.

Eyes on me, he hisses when I grip his cock and take the tip into my mouth, rolling my tongue around it.

“Fuck, Hallie.”

I have little experience with this sort of thing, but when Az digs his hands into my hair, guiding me up and down his length, the weirdness I’d been feeling settles. I allow him to use my mouth, showing me what he likes.

“Your mouth takes my cock almost as well as your cunt.”

A swirl my tongue from the base to the tip, tasting his pre-cum, and then repeat the motion, all while moving my fist up and down his shaft to add more pressure.

“Just like that, baby. Suck my cock like a good girl.”

Digging his nails into my scalp, he starts to move, thrusting as deep as I can take him, and tracing my lips with adoration.

“As much as I would love to see my cum painting those swollen lips of yours, I have other plans for you. Lay on your stomach, Hallie.”

I release him from my mouth and stand. Turning away from him, I spread my legs and rest my torso on the cold wooden table. Az steps forward, spreads my legs a little wider, and settles between them, pressing his cock against my entrance. Swiping a finger through my wetness, he rubs it around my ass and slowly pushes it in.

“Az,” I gasp, squirming against the intrusion.

“Relax, baby,” he croons, pushing it in deeper. The odd pain is almost too much and causes my legs to shake.

“Breathe, Hallie. I just want you to get a taste of what it would be like.”

When he pushes into me this time, he thrusts his cock in as well. With his cock in my pussy and his finger in my ass, the pressure pulsates, and then he moves.

“Oh my god,” I breathe. “It’s too much.”

“You can take it, Hallie. Lean into the pain. Let it bloom.”

He shifts his hips forward, trapping his fingers inside my ass as he pounds into me, creating a painful pleasure building between us. A pleasure that no words can describe. Words fail me for the first time in my life as an author.

“I could lose myself in you, baby girl.”

Azrael’s muscular body, a weapon, and a tool. I drink in every inch. The way his slick skin shines under the sun from the skylight above. The way his eyes go dark with his pleasure. The wildness of our lovemaking shakes the table with Az’s powerful thrusts.

“Listen to us, baby. How my body crashes into yours, perfect in every goddamn way.”

The only thing that matters at this moment is the two of us.

The way of our hearts pound in the same rhythm.

The way his touch comforts me above all else.

The way he’s made it so easy for me to fall in love with him.

The beautiful realization explodes as my orgasm takes over. Pain. Pleasure. Love. Every emotion pours out of me as he finds his own release inside of me.

I love him. I love Azrael.

Pulling out slowly, he gathers me into his arms, cradles me against his warm body, and carries me into our bedroom. Setting me on the bed, he smiles down at me.

“I’ll be back.”

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