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This felt like the culmination of a myriad of small steps that had led me here, like I’d been searching my whole life for the place I belonged, only to find it here, in his arms, in the most intimate embrace that connected us on a level far beyond the physical.
With the kind of patience that no doubt required masterful self-control, he moved again, thrusting at a measured pace, his cock gliding in and out. I became impossibly wetter, each ruthlessly controlled move inside me driving my arousal higher, causing my body to melt and tense up at the same time. I writhed against him, seeking more pressure, more friction, wanting to lose myself in the feel of him.
“Harder,” I breathed, my fingers grabbing his hair tight.
With a low growl, he bent his head and nipped at my throat, pulling out—only to slam back into me. A cry turned moan escaped me at the rough sensation, at the sheer force of his thrust. My intimate muscles fluttered around his cock, that building pleasure inside me close to reaching another tipping point again.
I urged him on with a roll of my hips, arching against him, and he responded by letting more of his power off its leash. Faster now, he pounded into me, the impact pushing me into his arms still shackled around my back, the water churning around us. Each thrust felt like a claim to my body, my soul, my heart, and I fell, fell, fell until every breath of mine was a whispered prayer to him, a confirmation of his possessive declaration—and a claim of my own.
He was mine, and I would take all he had to give and more.
He sought my mouth again, his kiss beyond hungry, the licks of his tongue as greedy and demanding as the thrusts with which he pinned me against the wall. I barely noticed how the crystals seemed to dim in the cave, shadows growing around us. The way he took me was all-consuming, like he wanted to brand himself into every last cell of my body, wanted to leave his mark upon my soul.
All I could do was cling to him, held in place as he pumped into me, as he gave me exactly what I’d asked him for. My pulse rolled like thunder through my blood, my core tightening, tightening… I couldn’t breathe, or maybe I’d forgotten how, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but feeling him inside me, feeling his heat, his power, the way I lost myself in him, and how he lost himself in me.
In all the times we’d been intimate, he’d never been like this—so wild, bordering on savage, unrestrained and primal. That tight control he’d held over himself most of the time had snapped, the tether with which he’d strangled his power laying in tatters. He was rough, possessive, demanding, and I shivered with delight at the storm he unleashed upon me.
I dug my fingers into his skin as that pressure inside me reached a boiling point, the nearing impact of an orgasm looming close like the approaching tidal wave of a tsunami. I knew that when it broke, it would drown me.
He ground himself against me, deliberately rubbing over my pulsing clit, and that wave crashed over me. Pleasure soaked my system, ecstasy rushing through me with such force that my vision went dark, and I could only feel, feel, feel.
And I felt so much.
Him, in every part of me, all around me, that bond between us, threads of fate woven in invisible ties, his power mingling with my own, pleasure beyond anything I’d ever known, and that glowing love filling all the hollow places inside me.
“Aziel,” I murmured, his name a blessing on my tongue.
Dimly, through the haze of my bliss, I noticed how he found his own release, his thrusts becoming slower. He stilled against me, his face buried in my neck, his chest heaving with his deep breaths. The force of his power in the air was near searing in its intensity, an unfamiliar note to it.
It almost seemed to burn against my skin.
I blinked, drew in a breath, and opened my mouth to say something, when I suddenly found myself stumbling into the water—because Aziel was gone.
I sucked in air, splashing wildly in my moment of disorientation until I’d gotten my bearings and stood, my feet touching the bottom of the pool. Heart thrumming fast, I glanced around, my eyes darting all over the cave, even checking the clear turquoise water to see if maybe he’d gone under the surface, to no avail.
“Aziel?”
No answer.
He wasn’t here.
He’d left.
CHAPTER 13
Azazel
“You feel so fucking perfect,” I muttered, holding myself immobile inside Zoe with iron-clad control, lest I gave in to the savage need tearing me to shreds and pounded into her while she was still getting accustomed to the size of me.
By the darkness of Hell, I’d missed this.
Eight fucking years of living off nothing but the memory of her in my arms, the fading recollection of what it felt like to be inside her, to connect with her on this level, to have her body wrapped around mine, welcoming me so sweetly. To feel her slick and hot and tight, quivering with pleasure, all mine and mine alone.
Finally, I was able to claim her like this again, to feel that bond between us pulsing with new life, strengthened and deepened in the most intimate of ways.
Home. She felt like home.
“Same,” Zoe whispered, her fingers grasping the hair at my nape, sending a lightning bolt of arousal down my spine.
