Chapter 160: In the Red Room
Azriel
"How should I take you first?" I muttered against his lips, my hands sliding over Seraphel’s as I leaned down, capturing his mouth in a slow, lingering kiss.
When I pulled back slightly, my gaze met his. I chuckled softly at the breathtaking, brilliant shade of blue in his eyes—so bright and beautiful it made my chest tighten.
My heart hammered wildly against my ribs, an ancient overwhelming pulse echoing the realization that this exquisite human was truly mine.
Even after all this time, holding him felt like a dream. It took me back to the very first moment our paths crossed—the day I claimed him as my mate.
"You look beautiful," I whispered, my fingers gently tracing the soft line of his jaw. "You are always so beautiful, Little Lotus... which is why I prepared all of this for you."
I reached for the ties of his outer robe, loosening the fabric with slow care.
My fingers brushed over his warm skin as I slid the garments down his shoulders, peeling away layer after layer until he lay entirely bare before me.
Taking extra care to protect our child, I gently shifted him onto his back, weaving a shimmering, invisible barrier of protective magic over the delicate swell of his stomach.
A subtle, unbreakable shield formed beneath his skin, keeping the life growing within him completely safe from the friction of our passion.
"What are you doing?" Seraphel murmured, his voice laced with breathlessness as I gently guided his arms above his head, letting them rest on the plush silk sheets.
I let out a low chuckle, offering no immediate answer.
Instead, I turned toward the small jade drawer beside the bed and pulled out a small bronze censer alongside a flask of spiced jasmine oil. With a mere flick of my finger, a tiny ember ignited inside the censer, sending a thick, sweet stream of intoxicating lotus-blossom incense curling into the air.
At the same time, I released a heavy wave of my own alpha pheromones—the rich, grounding scent of warm sandalwood and Red lilies filling every corner of the room, designed specifically to awaken every nerve end in a mate’s body.
Seraphel gasped, his body trembling as the intoxicating scent hit him. His eyes rolled back slightly, a low moan escaping his throat as the aphrodisiac effect flared through his veins.
I unstoppered the flask and poured a pool of slick, fragrant oil into my palm. Rubbing my hands together to warm it, I smoothed it over his chest, gliding my palms over his collarbones and slipping down the sides of his waist before my hand finally wrapped firmly around his fully erect cock.
Seraphel’s eyes fluttered open, dark with unrestrained lust as he stared down at me. He flushed a gorgeous shade of red, his legs curling slightly as a needy sound ripped from his throat. "Uhnnng..."
His fingers tangled wildly into the silk sheets, twisting the fabric as I stroked him with long, measured slides of my palm.
"Look at me, my love," I purred softly.
Sensing his rising heat, I slid my free hand up his chest to gently rest against the base of his throat, leaning down to capture his lips in another deep, passionate kiss.
The reunion was intoxicating—our mouths clashed with a desperate hunger, the slick, wet sound of our lips sliding together filling the heavy air of the Red Room.
We traded dominance, our tongues tangling eagerly while soft, muffled groans spilled into each other’s mouths.
I nipped lightly at his lower lip, drawing a breathy cry from him, before dragging my mouth down to his jaw line, the base of his throat, and finally to the glowing mate mark etched into his neck.
I latched onto the mark, sucking deeply until it flared with a brilliant crimson light beneath my lips.
"Ah... Azriel!" Seraphel cried out, his eyes rolling back in sheer pleasure as the mark throbbed.
My hand left his cock for a moment as I trailed my lips further down his torso. I latched my mouth over his left nipple, flicking it with my tongue while my fingers rolled and teased the right one.
The stimulation made Seraphel’s skin flush an even deeper crimson. His moans echoed loudly off the stone walls, his hands shooting upward to tangle into my dark hair.
With a sharp tug, he yanked out the jade hairpin holding my hair back, letting the long, silver hair cascade down around my shoulders and spill over his chest.
I groaned low in my throat as his fingers dug into the roots of my hair, pulling me closer.
I shifted, suckling his right nipple with equal devotion before pressing hot, lingering kisses down the line of his stomach, deliberately avoiding the magical barrier protecting our child.
Finally, my mouth hovered back over his aching length.
I wrapped my fingers around the base and began to stroke him once more—varying the rhythm from slow, teasing pulls to firm, rapid glides.
Reaching up, I hooked one of his thighs over my shoulder, spreading him open to the cool air of the room.
Seraphel squirmed, his leg trembling under the intensity of the sensation.
I delivered a light, playful slap to his inner thigh, prompting a low, breathy gasp from his lips.
Lowering my head, I pressed a sharp, lingering bite into the smooth skin of his upper thigh, leaving a faint red mark behind.
"Look at me," I commanded softly, my eyes locking onto his clouded blue ones through the dim light that was focused on us. "I want to see every single face you make while I take you."
Without waiting another second, I took the crest of his cock into my mouth, taking him deep down my throat.
Seraphel let out a loud, shuddering scream of ecstasy, his fingers gripping the bedsheets so tightly his knuckles turned white.
I moved my head steadily, deep-throating him to the base, the wet, rhythmically suctioning sound filling the quiet room as I stroked what my mouth couldn’t cover.
I swirled my tongue over the sensitive tip before lowering my head further to press gentle, warm kisses against the base of his scrotum.
When I finally pulled back, a thick strand of saliva connected my lips to his slick length. I leaned upward, pressing my mouth straight onto his, letting him taste his own slick sweetness on my tongue.
While lost in the heat of the kiss, I reached down and untied the inner sash of my inner robes, letting the heavy fabric fall away completely.
Seraphel broke the kiss for a brief second, his chest heaving as he reached down, eagerly pulling down my trousers until my own massive, throbbed length sprang free into the open air. His hand wrapped around me instantly, stroking me with a breathless, desperate rhythm as our mouths locked together once more.
Then, out of nowhere, Seraphel planted his hands firmly against my chest and hoisted his upper body, unexpectedly flipping me onto my back!
"Wow!" I let out an amused, startled laugh, thoroughly surprised by his sudden burst of strength.
Perhaps the two months of training really had made him far more formidable than I thought.
In the blink of an eye, he was straddling my hips, pinning my wrists above my head just as I had done to him moments ago.
With a mischievous glint in his blue eyes, he reached out with one hand, grabbed the flask of oil off the bedside table, and poured a generous amount across my bare chest and torso.
Setting the flask aside, he let go of my wrists and leaned his entire weight forward, sliding his smooth, oiled body up and down against mine.
Our cocks aligned, rubbing together with a friction so intensely hot it made my breath hitch in my throat.
"Oh... it seems my Little Lotus is becoming quite daring tonight," I growled, a dark smirk tugging at my lips.
Seraphel brought a single, slick finger to my lips, pressing it gently to quiet me.
"Shh..." he whispered, his eyes dark with absolute desire as he began to rock his hips slowly against mine, sliding our lengths together in a maddening, exquisite rhythm. "My turn now."