Chapter 95: Exclusively Mine
Seraphel
"Seraphel..." Azriel panted against my mouth, his voice raw with need.
He lifted my other leg, wrapping both of my thighs firmly around his waist while I locked my arms around his neck, hanging on for dear life.
"You are mine. Forever," he declared, his tone leaving no room for argument.
The broad head of his massive cock aligned with my weeping entrance. He pushed forward, sliding inside slowly at first, letting me feel every single ridge of his width stretching my tight hole open. Then, with one heavy, smooth thrust, he buried his entire length all the way to the hilt.
"UNNNGH!" I cried out into his neck, my head flying back as his monstrous size filled me completely. Every fold of my internal walls creamed against his hot length, gripping him so tight it felt like we were melting together.
He set a brutal, relentless pace right from the start. He slammed me back against the wall of the lake, keeping both of my legs pinned up over his shoulders as he railed into me without mercy.
Overwhelmed by the intimacy, I tried to turn my face away to hide my flushed, tear-streaked skin, but Azriel’s large hand clamped around my chin, forcing my head straight back toward him.
"Look at me," he grunted, his jaw tight as he drove his hips forward with terrifying force. "I want to see your face while I pound inside you, Seraphel. I want to watch your blue eyes roll back when I..."
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
The wet, frantic sound of skin slapping against skin and heavy water splashing around us echoed loudly across the cavernous lake. He fucked me like a starving predator finally unleashed, driving deep into my sweet spot with every relentless stroke.
In the haze of the pleasure, a random thought flashed through my mind—I remembered what he had told his brothers earlier, about how he hadn’t touched anyone else since he met me.
I hadn’t fully processed it then, but now, feeling the absolute desperation in his movements, the realization hit me hard. The Prince of Lust—a creature literally built to consume sexual energy—had been completely celibate just for me. The thought that this dominant, terrifying man was exclusively mine sent a thrilled, possessive shock of pleasure straight through my core.
"What are you thinking about, Seraphel?" Azriel demanded, his grip on my chin tightening just enough to command my absolute focus. "Don’t let your mind wander. The only thing you should be thinking about right now is me. Focus only on me."
"On... on you," I whimpered out, my voice broken and breathless.
He suddenly slowed his pace and slid out of me completely.
"Why..." A wave of desperate disappointment hit me, assuming he was stopping, but before I could protest, he spun me around in the water.
He planted my hands flat against the cool marble wall, lifted one of my legs, and shoved his cock back inside me from behind in one powerful, deep stroke.
His large hand wrapped firmly around the front of my throat, pulling my head back so my spine arched deeply as he hammered into my core.
His length buried so deep inside me that I could feel the blunt pressure high in my lower stomach.
I silently thanked whatever ancient magic created the protective spiritual ward around my womb—without that ward shielding the child, Azriel’s unhinged, feral pounding would have put the pregnancy in serious jeopardy. He was showing zero mercy.
"Ah! Ah... Azriel... MMMNPH!" I babbled incomprehensible moans as he pounded me into the stone wall.
Azriel leaned over my shoulder, catching my lips in another bruised, biting kiss, literally spitting down my throat to slick my mouth before taking my tongue back into his. The kiss was aggressive, full of sharp teeth and greedy sucks, leaving us both gasping for air when he finally tore away.
My hands trembled against the wall, my bare chest rising and falling violently while my hard cock bounced freely with every brutal stroke he delivered from behind.
Azriel leaned down, sinking his teeth into the side of my neck again. He grazed his fangs over my sensitive skin before clamping down hard.
"AHHHNNG!"
A massive, overwhelming wave of heat exploded behind my eyelids. My back arched so hard it cracked, my vision going completely white as a hard, body-wracking orgasm built up rapidly.
Before I could recover, Azriel turned me over once more, laying me flat on my back in the shallow water. His eyes were glowing a terrifying, feral crimson stare that was utterly consumed by lust.
He dragged my knees wide apart and slammed back inside me with a sharp, heavy thrust.
"You’re mine, Seraphel! Say it while I tear you apart!" he growled, leaning down to trap one of my nipples between his teeth, biting down sharply while his open hand brought down a sting onto my other nipple.
My eyes rolled straight into the back of my head, the white light taking over my vision entirely. The sound of water violently churning mixed with the filthy, loud sounds of our bodies slamming together filled the air.
"I’m... I’m close! Azriel, I’m going to—!" I screamed out, wrapping my arms tight around his neck, digging my nails into his back as he accelerated his pace into a blur of blinding speed.
"scream for me, Seraphel!" he roared, driving his hips forward into one last deep, punishing stroke.
"AHHHH-HNMMNG!"
I shattered completely, shooting my hot load of cum straight across my chest and stomach under the water.
A second later, Azriel buried himself to the absolute hilt, letting out a deep, guttural roar as his entire body stiffened. I felt the intense, burning pulse of his hot seed exploding deep inside my core, filling my tight hole to capacity.
He collapsed forward, resting his heavy head against my shoulder, his chest heaving as he panted for breath.
"Seraphel..." he rasped out softly against my skin.
He didn’t pull out immediately. Instead, he gave a few more slow, shallow thrusts, savoring the lingering pulses of our muscles tightening together, before slowly sliding out.
A thick, milky mixture of his seed and my slick spilled out of my stretched hole, floating away in the glowing water.
"Seraphel," he called out again, his voice thick with satisfied dark warmth.
"Mmn..." I managed to murmur, completely spent and floating in a haze of pure exhaustion.
"Let me bathe you properly now," he whispered against my ear, his hand softly stroking my hip.
"Yes..." I mumbled weakly.
I really shouldn’t have said yes so easily. Because the moment his hands began sliding over my sensitive, slick skin under the warm water... We went at it all over again.