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beneath the water and cupped my breasts. His thumbs grazed my nipples and I drew a sharp breath as an electric rush chased through my limbs, to my center, and settled between my legs.
    “Azriel,” I whispered. “I . . . Henry never . . .” I clamped my mouth shut. I couldn’t bring myself to tell him that I’d never been with a man. Henry had never wanted to consummate our marriage. I was twenty-five years old, a married woman with no more carnal knowledge than a girl of thirteen. I wanted Azriel’s hands on me, craved his touch like I craved the shadows. But I neither understood my desires nor knew how to tell him what I wanted. Again his fingers brushed my nipples, but this time he lightly rolled them between his thumb and finger. I arched my back into his strong hands, desperate for more.
    “I am aware of your circumstances, Darian,” he whispered against my forehead. “And do you realize what it does to me to know that I will be your first?” He kissed my temple, down my cheek, and at last laid his lips to the corner of my mouth. “I want you so much, it is torture to be gentle and take my time with you the way you deserve.”
    My entire body trembled beneath Azriel’s touch. He took his time, admiring every inch of my flesh with his skillful hands. I tried to sit up, opened my eyes to look at him, but he eased me back against the tub and brushed his fingers across my eyelids. “Just feel , Darian.” He traced a finger between my breasts, venturing lower, down my abdomen. My stomach clenched as he circled my belly button, but when he ventured lower, I couldn’t help the trepidation that stiffened every joint in my body.
    “Relax,” he said. “Darian, trust me.”
    “I don’t think I can,” I whispered.
    He put his mouth to mine and spoke against my lips, “You gave me the gift of companionship. Let me give you pleasure.”
    I arched my body toward him, and a small wave of water lapped at the edge of the tub. I may have eased his loneliness, but he’d given me so much more than I gave him. He’d freed my soul from the darkness that had eaten away at me for years. I wanted him. With every touch he made me feel more alive. “I trust you,” I said before pressing my mouth to his in a kiss.
    Azriel leaned further into the tub and his hand wandered, caressed, dipped down into the water and closed around my hip. I opened my eyes to find him staring, his gaze drinking me in, and I became lost in its dark depths, hypnotized by his beauty. A drop of water tickled my flesh as it ran from my chin, down my throat. Azriel bent his head and I gasped as his tongue flicked out to lick the water from my skin. He cupped the back of my neck with one hand, while the other wandered from my hip and across my belly. His mouth found mine, a gentle caress of lips. He kissed me with care, plying my mouth to open as his tongue traced my lips. What had been gentle evolved into something more frenzied as my tongue slid against his, tasting, searching, and wanting more.
    My body thirsted for something, but I knew not what. Azriel continued to kiss me until our breaths melded together as one. My skin tingled with a pleasant heat and my hips thrust toward Azriel’s hand in a silent plea. I broke our kiss in a gasp as his fingers found my core, and I cried out as he caressed me in a way I had never imagined.
    “Azriel.” His name on my lips elicited a moan of approval, almost a growl as it rumbled in his chest. Sweeping waves of pleasure brought me to the precipice of something . . . the answer to the need that had grown within me.
    In one fluid motion, he took me in his arms and lifted me from the tub. Water splashed across the tiled floor and dripped from the edges of the tub. Azriel claimed my mouth in a deep, bruising kiss that left me breathless as he carried me into the next room. With total disregard for the pristine bedding, he lay me down on the duvet. I took in his magnificent form, my eyes devouring every