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pleasure that tore my breath from my chest in desperate gasps of air, the delicious heat as Azriel’s mouth explored that most secret part of me as if he’d known my body for an eternity. I writhed against him, the soft pressure of his tongue circling my flesh before he fastened his mouth over my center and sucked. He tasted me this way, alternating his tongue and mouth until I thought I would die from the intense pleasure of it. I felt as though I would implode, like my body had taken a deep breath and held it.
    And then, I came apart.
    I cried out as thousands of stars burst within me, an explosion of sensation that blossomed from my core outward like its own solar system. Lost to the pleasure, my brain seemed to go completely numb. I savored each delicious pulse that spread like rippling waves, lifting me on clouds of pure sensual bliss.
    My breathing slowed along with my racing heart, and Azriel rose above me. The expression on his face caused my pulse to skitter, the dark desire burning in his eyes like fuel to the dying embers of my passion. He’d given me more pleasure than I’d ever known, but still I felt empty. Incomplete. And that desperate need for completion rose within me once again.
    “You are magnificent.” He stood naked and proud before me, and I wanted to take in every detail of his body. But the intensity of his stare, the wanton desire burning in the dark depths held me transfixed. “And you are mine. Forever.”
    “Yes.” The word came as nothing more than a hoarse whisper.
    With the slow precision of a hunting cat, Azriel crept up the length of my body. His naked skin branded me as he positioned himself over me, supporting his weight on his forearms. I leaned up, impatient to have his mouth on mine, and met him in a deep, intoxicating kiss that left us both breathless. The hard length of him pressed against my slick core, and I tensed, suddenly unsure.
    “Trust me,” he whispered against my mouth.
    His tongue caressed mine and I relaxed. Slowly, he entered me, pulling out and then venturing in a bit further. I hadn’t been ready for the mild discomfort as my body prepared to accept him. I braced myself and nestled my temple against his shoulder. He took his time, careful not to hurt me, though his body shook with need. His palm cupped the back of my neck and he brought my face to his. “Look at me, Darian,” he said.
    With each gentle, shallow thrust, my discomfort eased and he quickly brought me back to that place of intense need. My breath came in little bursts of air, my eyes locked on his, my body responding naturally, my hips pressing toward his. I no longer wanted him to take such care. The emptiness within me demanded to be filled, I felt as though I’d go mad in want of it. “Azriel,” I said. “I need . . . you .”
    His mouth seized mine as he entered me fully, consuming the sound of my cries. I thought I’d known what to expect, but even so, my body had not been prepared for his size. He paused and planted feather-light kisses on my cheeks and across my jaw. I could sense his desire, smelled it heady in the air, and still, he put my comfort before his own. I moved my hips, slowly easing my body against his. Azriel groaned, a deep, rumbling sound that sent a thrilling rush through my bloodstream.
    Still careful not to cause me undue pain, Azriel adopted an easy rhythm, his hips rocking against me with an erotic precision that had me thrusting against him with a wantonness that surprised me. He chuckled against my ear and gripped my hips in his palms. I couldn’t get close enough, it seemed, to satiate the hunger growing within me. I clutched his shoulders, as hard and smooth as marble in my hands, and dug my nails into his flesh. Pulling him close, I wrapped my legs around the backs of his thighs and arched desperately against his chest.
    He drove into me, harder now, his pace quickening with his own desperation. The flames of desire licked at my skin, consuming me fully.