Page 30 of Court of Twisted Angels

"You could have died today." The words rumble from deep in his chest. His thumb traces the edge of my jaw, feather-light yet leaving trails of fire in its wake.

I can't look away from those ice-blue eyes, now dark with an emotion I'm afraid to name. The distance between us shrinks by inches, the air crackling with magical energy that makes myconduit sing. His wings curl forward, creating a canopy that blocks out everything but him.

My fingers curl into the fabric of his tunic, drawing him closer. Magic crackles between us like lightning before a storm. It's so tense it feels like it's pressing us closer, and I know I'm not strong enough to resist.

When our lips meet, raw power surges through my conduit band. The metal heats against my palm, resonating with Azrael's magic until I can't tell where his power ends and the stored energy begins. His mouth claims mine with fierce intensity, stealing what little breath the trials left me with.

The kiss tastes of starlight and thunder, of ancient magic that makes my head spin. His hand slides from my jaw to tangle in my hair, tilting my head back as he deepens the kiss. My body arches into his touch, ignoring the lingering aches from the elemental chambers.

Azrael's wings tremble, sending cascades of shadow rippling through the obsidian feathers. The air grows thick with magic, golden sparks dancing in my peripheral vision. Each brush of his lips sends waves of electricity coursing through my veins, more intoxicating than any healing ward.

His other hand grips my waist, fingers splaying across my exposed back. Heat radiates from his touch, chasing away the chill that's tickled my skin since I pulled my shirt off. I gasp against his mouth as another surge of power courses through my conduit, making the band glow with borrowed light.

The kiss deepens, becoming desperate, consuming. My fingers slide up to trace the sharp line of his jaw, feeling the tension there as he fights for control.

I reach for his tunic, pulling it up and over his head. I drag my hands down his magnificent body, taking in his sculpted torso. When my hands come to his pants, I reach for the laces.

Azrael's hands grip my hips, a low growl rumbling from his chest. "Kyrie, are you sure about this?"

"I could have died today," I whisper, my fingers tracing the lines of his chest, feeling the raw power coiled beneath his skin. "I'm done holding back, Azrael."

His mouth claims mine again, hungry and demanding. There's no gentleness this time, only a feverish need that matches my own. His fingers tangle in my hair, tilting my head back as his tongue explores every inch of my mouth.

I tug at his pants, desperation making my hands clumsy. He breaks away just long enough to kick them off, then his body presses against mine, hot and hard. His wings rustle, giving away his excitement.

My clothes follow, torn off in a flurry of urgency. His hands roam my body, tracing the curve of my waist, the line of my scar. Each touch sends shocks of pleasure coursing through me, igniting something primal deep within.

"Tell me if it's too much," he growls, positioning himself between my legs. I can feel him, huge and hard, pressing against me.

He pushes into me slowly, allowing my body time to adjust. I moan, gripping his shoulders as he fills me inch by inch. It's almost too much, but I want all of him. Need all of him.

"More," I gasp, digging my nails into his back. He responds with a thrust, burying himself deeper inside me. His magic pulses around us, golden light flickering across our skin.

Every movement sends waves of pleasure crashing through me. His hips move in a rhythm that's both torturous and divine. I meet each thrust, our bodies intertwining, slick with sweat and glowing with magic.

"You feel incredible," he groans, his lips brushing against my neck. His teeth graze my skin, heightening my pleasure. Thesensation of his mouth on me, his body moving within me, it's overwhelming.

His magic continues to heal and strengthen me, every touch, every kiss infused with power. It's like nothing I've ever felt before, a connection that transcends the physical. With each thrust, each caress, we're bound tighter together.

The room fills with the sounds of our lovemaking - the rustle of his wings, the soft moans escaping my lips, the harsh breaths he takes as he drives deeper and deeper into me. There's a primal intensity to it all, a raw need that neither of us can deny.

"Azrael," I whisper, my voice hoarse with desire. His eyes lock onto mine, ice-blue and burning with intensity. In that moment, there's nothing else but us. No trials, no curses, just this incredible connection that defies all odds.

He fucks me slowly, deliberately, each movement designed to draw out every ounce of pleasure. His hands explore my body, tracing lines of fire across my skin.

"Kyrie," he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion. And in that single word, I hear everything he can't say. The longing, the need, the promise. It's all there, wrapped up in my name.

I moan again, arching into him, taking everything he has to give. Azrael's pace quickens, each thrust driving deeper, pushing me closer to the edge. Magic crackles in the air, the rhythm of our bodies syncing with the pulsing golden light that surrounds us. The world narrows down to just him, just me, just this raw, electric connection.

"Azrael, yes,please," I gasp, fingers digging into his shoulders. The pressure builds, coiling tight in my core. His wings beat the air, casting shadows that dance across our sweat-slicked skin.

He leans down, capturing my mouth in a fierce kiss. "Let go, little bird," he growls against my lips. The command sends a shiver down my spine, and I shatter.

Pleasure explodes through me, waves of ecstasy so intense they steal my breath. My vision whites out, the room filling with the golden glow of Azrael's magic. I can feel it pulsing through my conduit, resonating with my own power, amplifying every sensation.

Azrael grunts, his body tensing. He pulls out, spilling hot across my stomach. The sight of him, head thrown back, muscles taut, sends another jolt of desire through me. There's something primal, raw, about watching him come undone because of me.

His chest heaves, breath coming hard and fast. He looks down at me, ice-blue eyes burning with intensity. Then he leans forward, kissing me slow and deep.

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