Page 33 of His to Break
I can’t let that happen.
“Azrael,” I say softly, my voice trembling slightly as I step closer. He looks up at me, and there’s something open and trusting in his gaze that makes my heart ache.
I brush my hands against his chest, feeling the powerful rhythm of his heart beneath my fingers. “I can’t lose you. Not ever.”
He frowns, confusion shadowing his features. “You won’t lose me,” he insists, his voice firm and steady like a rock in turbulent waters. “I’m yours.”
But I shake my head vehemently; the pounding in my heart escalates. “No,” I whisper, urgency thrumming through everyfiber of my being as I place my hand on his chest once more. “I need to make sure of it.”
Before he can react—before doubt can flicker across his face—I channel my incubus powers deep within me, drawing on that raw energy that swells like a storm inside my veins. A surge radiates outward from my core into him, filling the space between us with crackling energy.
His body stiffens instantly; surprise flashes across his features as if he’s been struck by lightning. “What are you doing?” he gasps, but I hold him steady, binding him to me with the intensity of my magic.
The energy wraps around Azrael like chains forged from pure desire—intense and unyielding—but instead of resisting it, he relaxes into it. His expression softens as awe takes root within those glowing eyes.
“Kara…” he breathes out, and each syllable sends shivers through me. “You want to enslave me?”
I nod slowly, tears welling in my eyes as a mix of desperation and determination floods through me. “I can’t let you go,” I admit quietly, voice breaking under the weight of truth. “I need you by my side. Forever.”
His hand reaches for mine; it’s warm and reassuring as he squeezes gently—the gesture speaks volumes more than words could ever convey. There’s no hesitation or fear swirling in his gaze—only unwavering devotion shining through.
“Then I’m yours,” he whispers with quiet strength coursing through each word that spills from those lips that have become a lifeline for me amidst chaos and uncertainty. “Completely.”
My heart races at his declaration; emotions swirl inside me like a tempest. This bond we’re forging is unlike anything I’ve ever known—it transcends mere possession or control; it’s deeper than either of us could have anticipated.
“I offer my life to you,” he continues softly, voice trembling with emotion that pulls at something deep within me—something primal yet tender all at once. “Do with me what you will.”
Those words wrap around us like an invisible thread connecting our souls—a promise forged not just by desire but by understanding what we both stand to lose if we falter now.
“Azrael…” My voice wavers again as tears spill over—the vulnerability feels raw yet freeing at this moment between us.
He shifts slightly forward; the energy coursing through our bodies creates an almost palpable tension—a connection born from fire and fury transformed into something pure and beautiful.
“Together then,” I murmur, leaning closer until our foreheads touch—a silent vow shared only between us against all odds stacked against our survival.
As I draw back slightly to meet his gaze once more—everything else fades away—the world outside becomes distant noise drowned out by this magnetic pull between us—a force that cannot be broken.
"Let's finish this."
The mines rumble as the last of the explosives go off, collapsing the tunnels in a cloud of dust and flame. I stand beside Azrael, feeling the ground tremble beneath us. A deep roar echoes through the caverns, shaking loose debris from the walls and sending a cascade of rubble tumbling down. The dark elf stronghold—the very prison that held us captive for so long—crumples into itself, and I can’t resist the surge of triumph.
“It’s done,” Azrael murmurs, his voice steady despite the chaos surrounding us. I nod, my face set in grim satisfaction as we watch flames lick at the remnants of our oppressors' fortress.
A strange sense of finality washes over me; we’ve won this battle. But I know it’s only the beginning. The darkness thatlingers in our hearts won't vanish with one explosion, but it feels good to witness the downfall of those who enslaved us.
As we turn away from the ruins, I grasp Azrael’s hand tightly—his warmth grounding me amid my swirling thoughts. We step back into the cool night air, and I look up at the stars flickering like diamonds against the inky sky. Freedom lies ahead, and it tastes sweeter than I ever imagined.
After a long journey through shadowy realms and unyielding landscapes, we finally reach the Glacies—Azrael’s homeland. The atmosphere shifts as we cross into this world; an ancient energy vibrates through my veins. It feels alive here, pulsing with magic and history.
The demon elders await us at the entrance to their domain, their eyes gleaming with recognition as they take in our presence. I feel their gazes land on me like weights—heavy yet full of promise.
“She’s the one,” one elder whispers to another, reverence thickening his voice. “The queen of our clan.”
My heart races at those words. Queen? Me? I can’t find the words as pride blooms within me while standing next to Azrael—my king.
He stands tall beside me, shoulders squared with a newfound confidence that radiates power and purpose. This is what he was born for—a leader among his kind—and now I am part of that legacy.
That night, under the cold glow of the Glacies moon, we find ourselves seated together on a stone ledge overlooking a vast valley shimmering with starlight. The chill air brushes against my skin, but beside me is warmth that pulls me closer to him.
