A Court of Shadows and Scars

• Chapter Three •

⁌ 𝑨 𝒁 𝑹 𝑰 𝑬 𝑳 ⁍

The warm caress of gentle hands, followed by tender moans as euphoric pleasures consumed her. I watched as her body quivered under my touch—soft tears falling from her face that was partly encased in the shadows of the darkly lit room. Her body was covered in a sheen layer of sweat as I moved her hips atop of mine, rocking her back and forth—not moving too fast just so she could adjust even after all the harmless teasing and foreplay.

"Azriel," her voice was so small as she covered her mouth to bite back any unwanted moans—but I wanted to hear everything.

I wanted to tie her up and ravish her body until the sun dawned the darkened room with morning. Tonight would be the first of many nights; this was merely prelude into the world of lust I would soon introduce her too.

But I had to hold myself back from tossing her under me and drilling into her with every ounce of strength I had—I would no doubt break her if I wasn't careful.

"It hurts," she whimpered, aching as she moved her hips slightly, feeling nothing but the pain at the moment. Her fingers tugged softly at my hair as she pulled me into her breasts, squeezing me tightly towards her body as she wept at the pain emitting from her core.

I placed my hands on her lower back, my fingers digging into her lower back dimples, pushing her core deeper into mine, my shaft intruding more and more.

She gasped and muffled her groan by biting into the skin of my neck—it didn't hurt my any means but it did chip a little at my self control.

"If you bite me does that mean I get to bite you?" I teased, pulling our bodies apart and anchoring her hips to my lap to keep her from moving—I was walking on a terribly thin line and her whimpers and moans weren't making anything better.

"W-what?" She stammered, clearly flustered.

I licked my lips in anticipation and then started to leave a trail of wet kisses from her collar to the column of her neck, already there were hickeys and light bruises against her milky-white skin from our earlier games. Exposing her neck more to me, the angel in my arms sighed into every touch, tilting her head up just so she could bask in the feeling of my lips against her soft-smooth skin.

"I want your lips," I purred against her jaw, burying my hands within her silky-smooth locks and pulled her lips to mine, swallowing the gasp that followed as my tongue swept into her mouth, drawing hers out to play.

Her lips were soft against my own and I couldn't help but find her inexperience cute and adoring—to know that I could be her teacher into all these illicit activities gave me an odd sense of dominance and it enthralled me. I wanted to know everything about her body. I wanted to be the only one who knew everything about her body. To be the only person who could make her tremble with my touch. To be the only person who could make her writhe as I brought her the point of ecstasy over and over again. To be the person who knew every corner, every cranny, every spot that made her arch back into a melting climax.

I was greedy, I'll admit. But I wanted to savor her, to have her all to myself. I want to be the one to bring her to edge over and over again. I want to be the only one who knows what her face looks like when she is drowning in pure ecstasy. And I wanted to be the one whose name she called out when she hits the optima of pleasure.

When she suddenly tore her lips away from mine I was disappointed, but the ragged breathing that ensued afterwards was more than a good enough excuse to detach herself. She held me to her breasts again, but with a straightened back my head towered over hers, so much so that I was able to lean my chin atop of her head while she breathed wildly into my neck.