He presses his forehead to mine, still refusing to kiss my lips—but he doesn’t need to. Every other part of me has already been kissed, claimed, and that…that is something irreplaceable.
“Good night,” I whisper.
“Good night, love,” He answers, kissing my forehead.
CHAPTER 24
AZRAEL
She is still asleep when I open my eyes.
I hold my breath, afraid I will wake her up if I breathe too loudly. When that happens, she will realize she doesn’t actually want me and kick me out of her life, again, for good. So I just keep watching her as she sleeps, fixated on her trembling lashes, while her legs are still wrapped around me.
Last night was everything but a mistake—filthy, monstrous, perfect. The kind of perfection only a deranged mind would recognize, the kind that stripped us both down to what we really are. She didn’t ask for mercy when I pushed her too far, and I didn’t offer it. I bled for her, and she screamed and shattered, all in my name. I devoured every piece of her, as nothing had ever felt so undeniably, terrifyingly natural.
The past few months weren’t supposed to go like this. She was meant to be an experiment, something I could control. One reckless request, and I rewrote my entire reality around her.
I’ve never believed in love, never even tried to understand it. It is just an emotion stupid people cling to when life gets shitty but they still want to believe in something. But I knowpossession. I understand obsession. And this girl? This feral, broken, too-bright girl with my blood under her nails and fire in her mouth? Madness wrapped in a five-foot-three figure with the lightest shade of blue eyes I’ve ever seen. I’m obsessed with her, and I’ve claimed her as mine in the most possessive ways imaginable.
I’d carve my name into her bones if that’s what would keep her here, just like she’d craved hers on my skin—a mark I will make sure will stay.
The room still smells like us. Her scent—lavender and bergamot—is soaked into the sheets that lie under us and into my skin where she had wrapped herself around me last night.
One of her toys is halfway under the bed, glinting in the early light. And she is still in the bed next to me. I could get used to this.
I can’t find it in me to move, watching her chest rise and fall, counting each breath like it might be the last one I get to see.
I did things last night—things that should’ve sent her running. But she didn’t. She stayed and gave herself to me like she didn’t care about the price of the sins we were committing.
And now? The thought of her running again feels like a punch straight to my gut.
All I can do is wait for the inevitable. I could wait ages if that’s what’s needed to keep her next to me. Her proximity has woken up some other parts of my body.
I shift under the covers, sliding down gently between her legs, trying not to wake her up. My hands part her thighs, hooking her knees over my shoulders, lifting her gently until I have her where I need her—where I will always need her.
Bringing my face closer to her pussy, I take a deep breath. She smells delicious, fresh and warm. I idly move my fingers on her skin, making sure she gets the foreplay she needs tofeel comfortable. I kiss every inch of her thighs, taking my time before I finally allow myself to place a soft kiss on her clit.
A soft exhale from her makes me think I already woke her up, but that’s not the case.
I flatten my tongue against her, dragging it up and down, stopping the tip against the spot that makes her breath catch. She arches into me, thighs tensing against my shoulders, but I hold her steady.
I want to take my time if this will be the last time I get to have her. I lick her like a starving man, like I’ll never get another chance, and God knows, one way or another, our minutes are counted.
When I suck her clit, she moans my name, and I almost come just from that whisper. My cock is so rigid between me and the sheets to the point that it’s already painful, but what is a little bit of pain when my girl needs my full attention?
Slowly waking up, Victoria runs her fingers through my hair, pushing my face deeper into her. I obey, moving my tongue inside her and drawing circles on her clit with my thumb, while she starts riding me.
I let her use me, whatever part of me she needs: my tongue, my back where she digs her heels, my face that is now savoring her pussy. Her hips start to move frantically, and I can feel she is close. She tries to pull away, but she must be insane if she thinks I’d let her go.
“Let me enjoy my breakfast, little ember.”
Her thighs tremble, squeezing my face, but I don’t let go. If this is how I die, asphyxiated by her thighs, I’ll die a happy man. I shove my tongue back inside her pussy while she pushes into me, letting her lose herself in my mouth. Her taste is now my new favorite addiction. Musky, feminine. Victoria.
With her taste on my lips, I kiss the inside of her thigh, moving higher up her abdomen, past her ribs, to her breast.When I reach them, I bite her hardened nipples softly, placing kisses on the bruised marks I’d left behind last night.
By the time my eyes meet hers, she is fully awake.
She blinks at me through messy strands of hair, her lips curving in a greedy smile.