Chapter 94: A Sin’s Permission
Seraphel
"A Sin never breaks his vow," Azriel whispered, his lips tracing the sensitive curve of my throat back down to the mate mark. "Unless... he is given permission to do so." He sucked firmly on the fresh mark, sending an electric jolt straight down to my toes.
I curled my feet under the warm water, my head falling back against the smooth edge with a low moan.
"Tell me, Seraphel," he demanded, his voice dropping into a sultry, dangerously soft purr. "Do you desire me?"
He shifted closer, his chest pressing against mine. "I promised myself I would exercise restraint until the night of the coronation. But I am the literal embodiment of Lust, and fighting my own essence is becoming impossible. And you..." He reached out, gently hooking a wet strand of dark hair behind my ear. "I crave you so fiercely that my cock groans with physical pain for every single minute I waste not taking you."
His warm breath against my ear sent a violent wave of shivers down my spine. It wasn’t from the water—the thermal pool was perfectly warm—it was entirely from the weight of his words.
He sounded so intense, so deeply poetic, that for a moment it felt surreal. He didn’t sound like the arrogant Sin who had first dragged me into his realm.
Back then, I was just a vessel, an unexpected variable, a possession. But now, even in the middle of his possessive dark energy, he made me feel like an equal partner.
Maybe it was just the intensity of the bond, or maybe I was hopelessly falling for him, but I could feel the shift down to my bones. He didn’t see me as a sex toy anymore. He saw me as his.
"Tell me, Seraphel," Azriel murmured, cupping both of my flushed cheeks in his broad palms. "I wish I could read your mind again, to hear every dirty thought racing through your head, to know without a shadow of a doubt if you want this as badly as I do. I won’t touch you without your consent. Because a Sin never breaks his..."
"—vow," I finished for him, my breath hitching as I raised my trembling hand to rest against his left cheek.
My heart hammered against my ribs as I made my choice.
I wanted him. God, I wanted him so badly it terrified me. Whether it was the overwhelming heat of his raw aura, the pregnancy hormones stirring my body, or just my own unadulterated desire, I was burning up from the inside out.
My hole twitched with a deep, aching pulse, and a heavy, slick heat spread between my thighs. I wanted his touch, his cock, his filthy words—I couldn’t turn him down even if I tried.
"I... permit you to touch me," I whispered.
Azriel let out a low, breathless chuckle, resting his forehead against my shoulder for a fraction of a second as if absorbing my answer. When he lifted his head, his blazing crimson eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my knees yield completely.
Before I could breathe, he leaned down and captured my lips in a desperate, hard kiss. His hand shot out to grip my throat, tilting my face upward to force my mouth open wider. He claimed every inch of my mouth, his tongue plunging deep, his teeth nipping brutally at my lower lip as he asserted absolute dominance.
I didn’t pull back. I kissed him back with equal hunger, yielding full control to him as I sank my fingers deep into his thick hair.
In the past, I would have hesitated to be so bold, afraid of overstepping with a prince of hell. But as I pulled at his hair and felt him growl into the kiss instead of pushing me away, it confirmed everything. He wanted me to take part in this.
"Your scent is driving me utterly insane," Azriel growled against my lips.
He broke the kiss, dragging his mouth down my throat, over my chest, and down past my stomach beneath the surface of the glowing water until his mouth aligned with my shaft.
"Look at you, already so hard for me, my little lotus," he muttered under the water, his voice vibrating against my sensitive skin.
Without warning, he grabbed my right leg and hooked it high over his broad shoulder.
I gasped at the sudden, extreme stretch—thank goodness my body had adapted to flexibility, or he would have snapped my hip right then and there.
You utter brute, I thought, though my mind was rapidly descending into fog.
His fingers slid down my wet, slippery skin and found my hole. The second two of his long fingers pushed past my rim, he flooded the water with a concentrated surge of his heavy, sweet lust pheromones.
The intoxicating scent hit my senses all at once, and a high-pitched scream tore from my throat as pleasure ripped through my core.
Azriel worked his mouth over my shaft with ruthless precision, sucking me down to the root while his fingers scissored inside my hole, stretching and prepping my tight walls with expert speed.
I leaned back against the obsidian rock, my hips thrusting upward on instinct, my whole frame trembling from the dual stimulation.
PAFF!
A sharp, stinging slap echoed through the spring as his open palm cracked hard against my left butt cheek under the water.
My eyes snapped open in shock, a sharp gasp tearing from my lips.
PAFF!
He brought his palm down again, even harder, the sting fanning the flames of the burning heat inside me. The shock melted into an intense, filthier wave of arousal, and a loud, needy moan escaped me as he kept up the rhythm—slapping my bare ass, stretching my hole, and sucking my cock until I was completely mindless.
When he finally pulled his head above the surface, his face was dripping with glowing water. He locked his mouth back onto mine, forcing his tongue past my lips so I could taste my own pre-cum slicked across his tongue.