Page 34 of His to Break
Azrael's gaze is steady as he looks at me; his dark eyes shine with emotion that runs deeper than mere desire or lust for power. There’s something raw and vulnerable there—a longing I can’t ignore.
“I’ve never felt love before,” he admits quietly, breaking our silence like an awakening dawn. His voice carries a weight that makes my heart skip a beat.
I turn to him fully now; every instinct within me ignites at his words.
“But I know now… I love you,” he continues softly, “not just because you’re a queen. But because you’re you.”
Those simple words settle around us like warm blankets on a cold night; they wrap around my heart and hold it tight. Tears prick at my eyes—not from sorrow but overwhelming joy—as everything we've fought for flashes before me: freedom from chains both physical and emotional.
I lean in close until our foreheads touch—a shared moment where time ceases to exist between us—and press my lips against his gently but firmly. It’s not a kiss born from power or dominance; it’s an affirmation—a connection forged through trials faced together.
In this instant, something shifts within both of us—a realization settles in my bones: this is where we belong—in each other’s arms amidst uncertainty yet brimming with possibility.
As we pull apart slowly, his gaze remains locked onto mine—intense yet tender—filling every crevice of doubt left behind by our pasts with hope for tomorrow.
In this place filled with darkness once known only to demons like him… We carve out light together.
“Together,” I whisper into the stillness surrounding us; it's not just a promise—it’s fate woven by our hands intertwined against all odds.
Azrael nods solemnly before tightening his grip on mine as if vowing never to let go again—and deep down inside—I know he won’t have to ever again.
28
AZRAEL
The night air of the Glacies is crisp, a stark contrast to the heat radiating off my skin as I watch Kara. She lies beside me, her gaze lost in the vast expanse of stars above. The journey that brought her here, to my realm, seems almost surreal—a path paved with struggle and strength, leading to this tranquil moment.
I drink in the sight of her, bathed in the silver glow of the moon. Her features, softened by the stars' gentle light, are etched with an ethereal beauty that takes my breath away. The curves of her body, the swell of her breasts beneath the fabric of her dress, stir a primal hunger within me. It's a desire that goes beyond the physical—it's a yearning to claim her fully, to bind her to me in every conceivable way.
My hand acts of its own accord, drawn to the warmth of her skin. I trace the contours of her body, lingering on the peaks of her breasts. The sleeping beast within her stirs at my touch, a low purr resonating in her throat as she blinks lazily at me.
With a rough tug, I pull down the top of her dress, baring her to the cool night air, to my lustful gaze. My palm covers her breast, feeling the weight of it, the responsiveness of her pebblednipple as I roll it between my fingers, pinching just enough to elicit a shiver from her.
"Do you need to fuck?" Her voice is a sultry murmur against the quiet of the night, a sound that sends a jolt of desire straight to my core.
"No." My response is a guttural growl as my need for her transcends the animalistic act of mating. "I need to breed."
Her smirk is a sight to behold—a mix of seduction and amusement playing across her lips. She lifts her hips, pulling at the hem of her dress to push it up around her waist, revealing the apex of her thighs. With a deliberate slowness, she parts her legs for me, an unspoken invitation hanging in the air between us.
"Go ahead," she purrs, her eyes gleaming with mischief and power. "Tonight, I'm yours to use however you please."
A growl of pure, unadulterated need escapes me as I move over her, positioning myself between her willing thighs. My hand slides down her belly, my fingers delving into the slick heat of her, ensuring she's ready for me. As I find her wet and wanting, a sense of primitive satisfaction fills me.
Her cunt’s heat swallows the swollen crown of my cock, thighs clamping around my hips like twin vices. Milky thighs quivering as Kara cants her pelvis upward, taking what she wants with a slut’s shamelessness. The rest of my shaft disappears into her greedy hole with a obscene squelch, her cunt-muscles rippling around me.
"Taking your prize already, hellspawn?" I grind out, veins straining along my throat as the snug vise of her flutters. Sweat beads at my temples. "Devouring cock like this belongs in brothel stalls."
Kara digs cracked nails into my pectorals, her incisors gleaming sharp as a vampire’s. "Your rutting betters tavern drunks," she purrs. "At least when a pig mounts his sow frombehind…" Her hips buck hard, sinking me deeper. "Hedoesn’t whimper."
My claws pierce her hips as I drag out—inch by brutal inch—until her lips cling wetly to my tip. Crimson blooms where I grip her softness. "You’ll choke on that tongue before dawn," I snarl, and pound back in.
The slap of our flesh echoes through the Glacies’ frozen wastes. Her cunt’s relentless suction pulls a roar from my lungs.
Each thrust dislodges choked noises from her throat - half-sob, half-laugh. Her legs lock around my waist, heels digging into my spine’s slave-brand. I relish the burn.
"Scream," I demand, yanking her hair to bare the pale column of her throat.
"Rot in the abyss!"
