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Her breathing is labored and ragged, her breasts heaving with every breath she takes.

Her soft lips move as she barely whispers, “Azrael.”

My vision blurs red as hatred rushes through me; I quickly take a shuddering breath and try to regain my composure. She looks up at me, her eyes wide in fear. I lean forward and gently lick at the wound. It is still bruised and burning, a sensation only too familiar with those touched by hellfire. This malice is dark and powerful. Those who are consumed by its power are doomed. Azrael is becoming a bigger threat than I care to admit.

Licking softly at the wound, I feel her flinch beneath me before melting into me as her body relaxes into acceptance of the pleasure and pain my tongue brings.

“It burns, and it hurts so bad,” she whispers, vulnerable in her weakness but unafraid in the face of my desire. “It won’t stop burning.”

“I know, baby,” I breathe against her neck, “I’ll take it away.”

With my voice low and gravelly, I assure her, “No one will ever mark you. You will only bear mine.”

My fingers dig into her neck, pulling her closer as my lips hungrily claim hers. I trail my tongue down her chin and lap against her throat, tasting her sweet skin.

A low whisper spills from my lips like a promise against her ear, “I didn’t abandon you.” I lick her ear. “I was trapped in the Appalachian Mountains, struggling to gather information, Angel.”

My free hand works urgently at the buttons of her shorts, followed by the zipper. With aching slowness, I hook my thumbs beneath the waistband of her tight, ripped jean shorts and panties and slide them down her curvy hips and voluptuous thighs until they fall around her feet.

She moans and arches her neck, pushing her soft skin against my lips. “Trapped…The Appalachian Mountains? What do you mean?” she pants, her breathy voice arousing me even more.

I can feel her lustful energy radiating off her, clouding her judgment and inhibitions due to the alcohol. I have to make her see with my words and body that I hadn’t abandoned her, that I am still here, craving her every touch. I want to ravish her and plunge so deep within her that she will only know my name in a moment of euphoria.

I trace my tongue down the curve of her throat, delighting in her taste until I reach her earlobe.

I speak lowly, “I should have warned you of my plan before I left. When the ambush happened, I was taken hostage, and there was no way to get back to you. I wanted to understand your struggles, Angel. To unwind the prophecy and see if it relates to your life in any way.”

Her body quivers in anticipation, and I hear her exhale sharply. Her fingers entangle my hair as her plump lips demand more of me. Desperate to feel her warmth, I pull her shirt over her head with one swift motion, unveiling her gorgeous breasts adorned with a black lace bra that only enhances her raw sexuality. Her beauty transcends all boundaries. Her marvel is a reminder of the power of divine intervention, her face a work of art admired by the heavens above.

I may not know what fate awaits her, but I vow to protect and honor her, guarding her heart with my own life, cherishing her soul like none other, and standing by her side for eternity.

I moan at the sight of her gorgeous curves. Her delicate fingers expertly slide underneath the hem of my shirt, and I yank it up with a swift tug. Her soft, supple hands slide across my rigid muscles, feeling every ridge and plane of my tattooed chest. I watch her eyes as they trail hungrily down my body, stopping at my hard abs before resting between my legs. I grin with satisfaction; she has become my prized possession—an unimaginably beautiful goddess who will only be mine. No one else could possess this sensual pleasure.

How fucking lucky am I?

My dick jumps and strains in my pants at her feathery touch. She hastily unzips my jeans, and I eagerly return the favor by unhooking her bra. Our tongues tangle as we suck hungrily on each other’s mouths, taking in every flavor she offers.

Her bra drops, and her two plump, swollen breasts jiggle in front of me. Without hesitation, I go for them, greedily snatching one up in each hand and caressing the warmth from her nipples. She whimpers with pleasure as my fingers pinch and flick gently, stirring a frenzy of desire deep inside us.

She scrutinized me, her eyes searing into mine. She nervously bites her lip, her heart racing in anticipation of the answer to her question.

“I’m such an idiot,” she murmurs, her voice like silk cascading through the air.

I meet her gaze and look deeply into her eyes as I reply with an undeniable intensity that sends a wave of electricity through her veins. “No, baby, don’t ever say that. You didn’t know.”

My adoring Angel, I know she fretted over my absence. "I will never leave you willingly. No force in this universe can tear us apart. Nothing can keep me away from you for long."

If our hearts ever part and hers stops beating, mine will soon follow, for without her—I will have no air to breathe and no thoughts to think apart from her. Her beauty wraps around me like a cocoon; the thoughts and feelings of her touch drive me wild with desire. Though her past has left her with wounds that may never heal, I vow to spend all my days tending to her heart with my love and passion until we take our last breaths together.

I press my lips to hers again, sending thrills of pleasure through her body. I let my tongue beguile her as I caress her mouth with all the passion that lay dormant in me. She feels my desire radiating through me as I commit every ounce of love and adoration to this kiss. I can feel her tremble beneath my touch as I taste her lips, and I know she's missed me just as much as I missed her.

My pants drop to the ground with a loud thump. She quickly slides her hands into my boxers and wraps her fingers around my throbbing cock, allowing her to explore me further… I pull her closer while pushing my fingers deep into the warmth of her hair.

I let out a muffled moan as I moved down to grab her soft breasts, lightly pinching the tips of her nipples between my fingertips again. She moves her hand lower, exploring every inch of me, cupping my tight balls, leaving me trembling and desperate for more.

She tastes like a dream and takes my breath away until she abruptly pulls away, her golden eyes seeking reassurance.

“I believed…” she huffs, her chest heaving as her eyes shimmer with tears, “I thought you’d left for good…never to come back.”