Page 4 of His to Break

AZRAEL

I watch her closely, fascinated by the play of emotions across her delicate features—fear, confusion, desire.

The scent of her arousal fills the air, a sweet perfume that only heightens my own dark cravings.

My fingers continue their exploration, slipping lower, tracing the curve of her hip before dipping into the hot, wet core of her.

Her breath hitches as I brush against her slickness, a low growl of approval rumbling in my chest.

"Interesting," I murmur, my breath hot against her ear. The taste of her desire is intoxicating, a forbidden fruit ripe for the taking.

I pull my fingers back, glistening with her essence, and I can't help but sample it. The taste is a revelation—sweet, yet with a hint of something darker, something that belongs only to her.

Kara's body trembles against me, her eyes wide and questioning as I bring my fingers to my lips and suck them clean.

Her pupils dilate, the pulse at her throat fluttering like a trapped bird.

I see the war she's waging within herself, the battle between what she's been taught to fear and what her body so clearly desires.

"You are a mystery," I whisper against her skin, relishing in the way she shivers at my words. I want to unravel every layer of her, to understand the depths of this connection that crackles between us like a live wire.

I take her hand, guiding her to my still-wet fingers.

"Taste," I command softly, my gaze never leaving hers.

Hesitantly, she brings them to her lips, her tongue darting out to taste the honey that coats my skin.

A wave of arousal slams into me as I watch her, the sight of this human girl—a slave, no less—sampling her own desire at my behest. It's a heady mix of power and lust, and it courses through my veins like molten fire.

Her innocent act of submission is a potent aphrodisiac, fueling my desire to claim her fully. But not yet. I want to savor this, to draw out her pleasure until she's begging for release. I want to hear her say my name as she shatters beneath my touch.

My fingers trail back down her body, tracing a path to the apex of her thighs.

She's slick with need, her body arching into my touch as I circle her entrance teasingly before pushing a single finger inside her.

She's tight, so deliciously tight, and the way her walls clench around me is exquisite torment.

I add another finger, stretching her slowly, watching as her eyes darken with pleasure. I find a rhythm that has her rocking her hips against my hand, chasing the friction she so desperately needs. All the while, I keep my gaze locked with hers, drinking in the sight of her unraveling before me.

My thumb finds her clit, swollen and needy, and I begin to circle it in time with the thrusts of my fingers.

Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps, each one a testament to the pleasure building within her.

The sounds she makes—soft, mewling cries of need—are like music to my ears, a symphony of desire that only fuels my own arousal.

I can feel her climbing higher, her body coiling like a spring ready to release.

I want to push her over the edge, to see her come undone, but I also want to prolong this sweet torment.

I want to etch this moment into her memory so deeply that she'll never forget the night she gave herself over to a demon's touch.

"Azrael," she moans, her voice laced with need and a hint of desperation.

Hearing my name on her lips is my undoing. I increase the pace, my fingers pumping into her while my thumb works her clit mercilessly. Her body stiffens, her back arching off the bed as she finally reaches the peak and tumbles over the edge.

Her orgasm washes over her in waves, her inner walls clamping down on my fingers as she rides out the pleasure. I watch her, transfixed by the beauty of her release, the way her face contorts with ecstasy, the way her body shakes with the force of it.

Slowly, I withdraw my fingers, bringing them to my lips once more. I savor the taste of her—a taste I'm quickly becoming addicted to. She watches me with dazed eyes, her breathing ragged as she comes down from the high.

The dark elves may control me for now, but with Kara by my side, I will find a way to break free from these chains. Together, we will rise. Together, we will claim what has been so cruelly denied us: our freedom.

“There’s something in you,” I whisper, more to myself than to her. “Something powerful.”

I step back, leaving her panting on the floor, my mind racing. She’s not just a human slave; I know that much. The way she responded, the fire in her eyes—there's a depth to her that defies everything I’ve been taught to expect from mortals.

Kara rises slowly, trying to gather herself, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she meets my gaze.

A part of me wants to pull her close again, to lose myself in that intoxicating connection we just shared.

But another part urges caution. This world is filled with treachery; I can’t afford to trust easily.

I watch her leave, my eyes narrowing in thought. Desire twists in my gut—not just for her body but for all of her: heart, soul, everything she keeps hidden beneath the surface. It feels like a calling, something deep and primal pulling me toward her.

What is it about this girl? I don’t understand why I crave her so fiercely, but the need gnaws at me like an insatiable hunger. The dark elves may think they’ve captured me, but I sense an escape route forming—one that involves Kara at its center.