Page 9 of His to Break

AZRAEL

I sit on the edge of my cot, shadows pooling around me like an old cloak.

Kara paces the small room, her hands trembling.

The flickering light from the torches casts a dance of shadows across her face, illuminating the conflict within her.

My eyes remain fixed on her, taking in every detail—the way she moves, the tightness in her shoulders, the uncertainty etched into her features.

“You’re different,” I murmur, my voice low but sharp enough to cut through the thick tension suffocating us.

She freezes at my words, eyes darting to meet mine. For a heartbeat, silence hangs between us like a fragile thread. She doesn’t respond, and that’s telling.

I rise from my perch, each step deliberate as I close the distance between us. My presence looms over her like a storm cloud—overwhelming and electric. “I could feel it when you touched him,” I say, circling her slowly like a predator stalking its prey.

A flicker of confusion flashes across her face before fear settles in its place. I relish that reaction; it’s intoxicating to see how my words affect her.

I step closer, fingers brushing against her arm lightly—just enough to spark awareness but not overwhelm her senses entirely. “I can help you control it,” I whisper, letting my breath ghost against her skin.

Her breath hitches; I feel the heat radiate from where our bodies almost touch. The way she swallows hard sends a thrill through me—she's caught between terror and intrigue.

“We’re in this together, Kara.” My voice drops lower still, wrapping around her like silk threads drawing taut. “But you need to trust me.”

Those words hang heavy in the air as I watch comprehension swirl within her hazel eyes—a tempest brewing beneath the surface.

“What do you mean?” she finally asks, hesitance threading through every syllable.

I smile faintly; I sense I’ve planted something within her—a seed of reliance that will grow if nurtured correctly. “You felt what happened with that guard,” I say smoothly. “It wasn’t luck or coincidence.”

She shifts uncomfortably under my gaze but doesn’t deny it. Instead, she bites her lip as if grappling with thoughts too complex for words.

“Embrace it,” I urge gently while maintaining an intensity that keeps our focus locked together like iron chains binding one to another. “That power inside you is part of who you are now.”

“What if it consumes me?” she whispers—vulnerability seeping into those words along with doubt laced through every inflection.

My heart twists at the thought of losing this connection; she can’t waver now—not when we stand on the precipice of something great together.

“It won’t if you let me guide you.” The conviction behind my voice echoes in our small chamber as shadows play tricks against cold stone walls—figures lost to time yet etched into memory forevermore—a reminder of battles fought and won over centuries long past; remnants mingling with desire thrumming alive beneath skin touching skin.

Kara's gaze drops momentarily before lifting again—a spark igniting hope where fear once resided alone. It’s there; buried beneath layers of trepidation lies potential waiting for release—a fire yearning for fuel fed by trust forged between predator and prey drawn inexorably toward one another despite obstacles stacked high around them both.

“Trust me,” I repeat softly but firmly while closing the distance further still until our breaths mingle in heated whispers escaping lips barely apart now—each moment stretching into eternity marked only by palpable tension dancing above us unyieldingly poised at its zenith ready to fall should either falter first.

Her resolve begins to solidify amidst wavering uncertainty—I can feel it shift like tectonic plates shifting ever so slightly underneath vast mountains looming over valleys below readying themselves for cataclysmic eruptions yet to come.

Under the dim light of the chamber, my eyes trace the contours of Kara's face—her flushed cheeks, her parted lips, the pulse point throbbing at her neck. She’s a vision of wanton desire and fear, a heady mix that makes my demonic heart beat faster, if only metaphorically.

I lean in closer, my voice a low rumble that vibrates through the very air between us.

"Let me show you what you’re capable of," I murmur, my fingers trailing down her neck with featherlight precision.

Her breath quickens, a shiver cascading down her spine as goosebumps erupt beneath my touch.

I revel in her body's instinctive response, the way she leans into me—craving more, yet wary of the intensity that simmers just beneath the surface.

I don't kiss her, not yet. This is a dance of power, and I am leading.

My lips hover over her skin, so close that I can feel her warmth.

I pull away, leaving her wanting, the anticipation etching lines of need on her face.

My smirk is a silent promise of the pleasure and pain that is to come.

I am in control of this game, and I know it.

The sexual tension between us is a palpable entity, coiling tighter with each passing second.

When we finally come together, it is electric, charged with something far beyond mere lust. Our bodies tangle in a frenzy of limbs and moans, every touch igniting a new wave of ecstasy.

I am careful, strategic, as I drink in her energy with each kiss, each caress.

She is oblivious to how much she gives me, her power flowing into me like a river breaking through a dam.

I praise her, my words a blend of filth and adoration that spill from my lips like honeyed venom.

"You take my cock so well, Kara. Such a good girl.

" My hands grip her hips tightly as I drive into her, her slick heat enveloping me completely.

She cries out, her fingers clawing at the sheets, at my back, her body arching to meet my every thrust.

I degrade her, my voice dropping an octave as I whisper dark, dirty thoughts into her ear.

"Look at you, so desperate for it, so needy.

" She gasps, her eyes wide with arousal, her cheeks burning with shame and desire.

I flip her onto her stomach, yanking her hips back towards me, entering her from behind.

She moans deeply, her body shuddering with pleasure as I take her roughly, possessively.

We fuck in every position imaginable, our bodies slick with sweat, our moans bouncing off the stone walls of my chamber.

I bend her over the edge of the cot, her breasts swaying with each powerful thrust. I pin her against the wall, her legs wrapped around my waist, my name a desperate plea falling from her lips.

I lay her down gently, then plunge into her depths with a savagery that leaves us both breathless.

With each passing moment, I grow stronger, my power burgeoning as I siphon her energy—a delicious secret between us. Her incubus bloodline has awakened, and with it, a wellspring of power that I intend to harness to its fullest extent.

When it is over, I lie beside her, my body replete and satisfied.

Kara sleeps deeply, her chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm.

The chains that bind me to this place feel lighter, the contract's grip weakened by the surge of power coursing through my veins.

I smirk to myself as I watch her sleep, her naked body bathed in the soft glow of the dying embers in the hearth.

She has no idea how crucial she is to my escape.

But soon, very soon, she will understand the role she plays in our shared destiny.

For now, I revel in her proximity, in the scent of her skin, in the lingering taste of her on my lips.

I close my eyes, and for the first time in centuries, I feel something akin to hope.

With Kara by my side, freedom is within reach—and I will stop at nothing to claim it.