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azriel steals the breath from her lungs. the way he speaks to her, the feel of his calloused finger just beneath the tip of her tongue holding her captive, leaves her speechless. with her darkening eyes locked to his nesta bites down on his thumb, a glint in her gaze that says ‘do you promise?’ and she rolls her hips again, slow and deliberate and more aware of his cock beneath her than before. a hiss escapes her parted lips, it’s full of irritation for the leather that keeps her from being able to feel him. it takes all of her strength to push against his toned body and away from his grip on her jaw, her body protests to the separation when she’s desperate for the connection, and her legs are weak for the first time in a long while when she stands. “do that again while you’re inside me, shadowsinger.”
the salt of his skin lingers against her tongue, and she bites down on it, savouring the taste as she rests against the edge of the table. the plate behind her disappears, as if the house is anticipating what comes next just as much as she is. “i need you,” she breathes the words, desire coursing through her veins in a way that makes her tremble, just slightly, and she spreads her legs a little further, enough for him to see the way she glistens for him. “– to take your clothes off...” she needs to see him, needs to feel the warmth of his body crushed against hers, needs to taste every inch of him.
her knuckles go white as she holds the edge of the table, gripping with all of her might to keep herself from reaching out. from sinking to her knees, from curling her fingers beneath the waist of his pants and freeing him for herself. her eyes travel from his beautiful face, now more striking than ever, and settle on the material straining across his lap. nesta’s lips part with a silent gasp. she could feel him beneath her before, her hips seem to roll at the memory, and she knows that she’ll be impressed by what she sees. she already is. her tongue flicks out against her lip and she lifts her gaze once more, challenge and craving evident in her blown pupils; in the rise and fall of her chest. in the way her scent mingles with his. it's enough to drive her to madness.
“and if you don’t put your hands on me soon, i’ll have to start touching myself.”
THE HEAVY SCENT THAT FILLS THE ROOM HAS HIM PROUD, proud of her and the boldness she exudes. she's taking what she wants, isn't she ? it lights a fire low in his stomach, his pants straining to contain what is beneath. she's surprising him over and over. having nesta archeron in his lap at the dinner table was honestly the last thing he'd anticipated for the day. it was the last thing in the entirety of eternity. yet here she was, nude and wanting. how was he not touching her more? the permission was more than given and handed directly to him wrapped in a bow yet his hands barely touch her skin. one word is all that remains: control. azriel's control of his emotions, his actions, his thoughts - it was legendary. she grips his wrist and he almost flinches at her touching his marred, calloused skin. the kiss was soft, but when she takes his finger between perfect lips - he almost loses the control he's shaking to keep. the teeth he feels along with the vibration of laughter has his resolve crumbling. hazel eyes watch her mouth intently, wanting her to see how she's killing him - a viewing into his innermost being for only her. he wants to know what that mouth would feel like around his cock... what she'd feel like when he's buried balls deep inside her. if she'd laugh like that again when he fucked her bent over this table - or if she'd scream his name when she came.
" are you sure you haven't worked this magic on me already? " he asks thickly, his voice lower and contains more gravel than usual. when she nips his thumb, he hooks it behind her bottom row of teeth and pulls her closer to his face by her mouth. his large wings twitch behind him as he growls low with the feeling of her hand against his bare skin. his predatory gaze finds hers and the heat there is undeniable. azriel pulls on her jaw again, his thumb still hooked behind her teeth, to place his mouth against her ear and whisper: " i'll let you continue to lead, if you want, little witch. but just know i'm seconds from pushing these fingers inside of you and making you beg for more. "