Page 25 of Court of Twisted Angels (Cruel Beautiful Angels of Aerasak #1)

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AZRAEL

M y hands tremble as I cup her face, thumbs brushing her cheeks. Magic crackles between us, the spire stones pulsing against my chest in rhythm with my racing heart. The truth I've been fighting breaks free, like a dam finally giving way to the flood.

"I love you too, little bird. Gods help me, I've tried not to." The words pour out, each one lifting a weight I didn't know I carried. "Every time you smiled during training, every moment you refused to give up – you carved yourself into my soul piece by piece."

Her fingers trace the curse mark on my chest, sending waves of electricity through my body. My wings shudder, their obsidian feathers brushing against her skin.

"I watched you fight today, watched you bleed, and it felt like every wound was carved into my own flesh." I press my forehead to hers, breathing in her scent of steel and magic and life. "The thought of anything happening to you, of me losing you in any way – it's been killing me."

The conduit band on her palm glows brighter, responding to the surge of emotion. Tendrils of magic weave around us, gold and shadow intertwining in the space between our bodies.

"You made me feel whole again," I whisper against her skin. "Not cursed, not fallen, just... alive. For the first time in so long, I want more than duty and redemption. I want you."

Magic swirls faster around us as my control slips, manifesting my feelings in waves of power that make the crystal orbs flare and dim. My wings curl tighter, creating an intimate darkness where nothing exists but us.

"I love your fierce heart," the words spill out like a prayer. "Your stubborn spirit. The way you look at impossible things and decide to conquer them anyway. I love you, Kyrie, and I should have told you every day since I realized it."

Our lips clash, a storm of pent-up desire unleashed. Kyrie's fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer, her mouth hot and insistent. I wrap my arms around her, lifting her off the ground, and carry her to the bed. She gasps as I lay her down, her auburn hair fanning out against the sheets.

I kiss her jaw, her throat, feeling her pulse race under my lips. She sips up for me to pull off her tunic, and my eyes roam her skin. My hands glide down her body, tracing every curve, every scar. I unfasten her pants, and she lifts her hips to help me slip off her pants.

"Azrael," she whispers, her voice a mix of anticipation and vulnerability.

"Trust me, little bird," I murmur against her skin, trailing kisses down her stomach. I hook my fingers into her undergarments, tugging them down, baring her to me.

I kneel between her legs, looking up at her. Her eyes are wide, pupils blown with desire. Holding her gaze, I lower my mouth, tasting her for the first time. A groan rips from my chest. She's sweet and musky, a heady mix that goes straight to my head.

"Fuck, Kyrie," I growl, my voice vibrating against her. "You taste incredible."

She moans, her back arching off the bed. I grip her hips, holding her steady as I explore her with my tongue. I trace her folds, circling her clit, feeling her tremble beneath me. Magic pulses through her, the conduit band glowing soft and golden, casting shadows that dance on the walls.

I feast on her, losing myself in her taste, her scent, her sounds. Her breath hitches, her fingers clenching in my hair. I can feel her climax building, her magic responding to the pleasure, wrapping around us like a living thing.

"Azrael, please," she gasps, her body tensing.

"Let go, little bird," I command, my voice rough with need. "Come for me."

Her orgasm hits her hard. She cries out, her body convulsing, magic bursting from her in waves. I ride out her climax with her, licking and sucking, groaning as she comes all over my face.

She falls back against the bed, panting, her body limp. I press a gentle kiss to her inner thigh before moving back up her body. She looks up at me, her eyes glazed, a soft smile on her lips.

Kyrie's fingers dig into my shoulders as I kiss my way up her body, tasting her skin. She arches against me, her breath hitching when I linger on the scar curving around her neck. I want to memorize every line, every contour of her.

She tugs at my shirt, impatient. I reach back and pull it off, tossing it aside. Her hands are on me then, tracing the ridges of my stomach, the curves of my chest. She pauses at the mark over my heart, the curse sigil dark and ugly. I cover her hand with mine, feeling the conduit band warm against my palm.

"Don't," she whispers, looking up at me. "It's part of you."

I nod, swallowing hard, and guide her hand down to my lacings. She understands, undoes them quickly. I kick off my pants, kneeling between her thighs. Her eyes widen as she takes me in, but there's no fear, only desire.

I lean down, capturing her mouth in a slow, deep kiss. She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me closer. I reach between us, guiding myself to her entrance.

She's hot and wet, ready for me. I ease in, inch by inch, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. She gasps, her nails biting into my skin, but she doesn't tell me to stop.

"Fuck, Kyrie," I growl, burying my face in her neck. "You feel incredible."

She's tight, so tight it's almost painful. But the pleasure, gods, the pleasure is unlike anything I've ever felt. Even though we've had sex before, the bond makes it that much more intense.

I start to move, a slow rhythm that stretches her open for me. Her breath comes in short gasps, her body arching to meet mine.

Her hand reaches up, tracing the edge of my wing. I freeze, a jolt of pure pleasure shooting through me. "Shit," I hiss, looking down at her.

She grins, mischief in her eyes, and does it again. "Azrael," she whispers, her voice husky with desire. "Fuck me. Show me how much you want me."

I grip her hips, a low growl rumbling in my chest. "Careful what you ask for, little bird," I warn, my voice barely recognizable. "I've fuck you like you are mine and I want to make sure you know."

She lifts her hips, taking me deeper, challenging me. "I am. So take me," she dares, her eyes locked onto mine.

And I do. I fuck her slow and deep, each thrust a claim, a promise. Magic crackles around us, the air thick with it. Every touch, every kiss, every gasp feeds it, builds it, until it's a living thing, binding us together.

Her fingers trace the curve of my wing again, and I lean into the touch, the pleasure almost too much to bear. I grip her thigh, lifting her leg over my shoulder, opening her up to me completely. She cries out, her head thrown back, her body trembling.

"Azrael," she gasps, her voice ragged. "Please."

I lean down, capturing her mouth in a fierce kiss. "Please what, little bird?" I murmur against her lips.

"More," she begs, her eyes glazed with desire. "I need more."

I scoop Kyrie up, her body flush against mine, and flip us so she's straddling my lap. My back hits the cold stone wall, but the chill is nothing compared to the heat between us. This position settles me deeper into her, her pussy clenching hard around me.

I grip her hips, guiding her, thrusting up into her from beneath. She tilts her head back, a moan escaping her lips.

"Fuck, Azrael," she gasps, her fingers digging into my shoulders. The sensation is different now, more intense. The soul bond pulses with every thrust, amplifying each sensation.

"Ride me, little bird," I growl, my voice rough with desire. She starts to move, tentative at first, then faster, harder. Her hips roll against mine, taking me deeper.

Magic swirls around us, the air crackling with energy. The bond between us flares, a golden tether connecting our chests. I can feel her pleasure, her need, echoing through me. It's intoxicating, overwhelming.

"You feel that?" I ask, my breath ragged. "That's us, Kyrie. That's our bond."

She nods, her eyes glazed with pleasure. "It's... it's incredible," she pants, her body moving in sync with mine.

I grip her tighter, my thrusts matching her rhythm. The room blurs around us, the only sound our ragged breaths and the slap of flesh against flesh. The bond between us throbs, growing stronger, more intense.

"Azrael," she moans, her body tensing. She's close, so fucking close. I can feel it, her pleasure building, ready to explode.

"Come with me, Kyrie," I command, my voice hoarse. "Come now."

She cries out, her body convulsing. I feel her climax, a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure crashing through the bond. It triggers my own release, a violent explosion of sensation that rips through me. I groan, burying my face in her neck, riding out the storm together.

The bond between us flares bright, our emotions intertwining, amplifying each other. It's intense, overwhelming, a connection deeper than anything I've ever felt. As we come down, our breaths slowing, our hearts pounding in sync, I know nothing will ever be the same.

She collapses against me, her body trembling. I hold her close, my arms wrapped around her, protecting her, cherishing her. Our bond pulses softly, a gentle reminder of the connection we share.

I couldn't ask for anything better.