Ok! Sincere apology from your author. Firstly, the book will be on hold for the next 15 days because your author will be tucked in the corners of a small village. I and my friends from college are doing social work for an underprivileged town, and there is no electricity and even no network. So, I will be stepping back for a while to help the people. But don't worry, I won't stop writing and finish as much of the story as I can in my free time to give you full updates as soon as I return. Till then please hang on and support this author. Love.
I walk out of the bathroom wrapping the nothingness around me - covered with the emotions, the feelings, and the touch that lingers at every pore of my skin. Water trickles down the length of my body, latching the beads on my curve, as I cross my feet before each other making my way to the room. A howl of wind gushes through the drapes of the night forming a new skin of cold around me and I shudder - not at the cold, but at the pair of dark eyes that stare at me through the fire reflecting them. Azrael seems all innocent, timid, and soft from the way he carries himself, or whimpers around me. Yet there is something in his eyes that speaks the devil in him. Like the tales of hatred or revenge that peek through the corner of his lashes, oozing an aura of danger. My toes curl against the cold tile, as I will myself to not fall under the spell of the gaze and give away any ounce of emotion that will let him through me. Walking further, I attempt to take a deep breath, only for it to be
His fingers unlace through my hairs, making their way around my neck, engulfing the flesh between muscular fingers that wrap around the entire length. His body moves backward, slamming mine on the window, his lips crashing down on mine in a fervent kiss. They nibble along the flesh, tugging at them, pulling them, soothing them with his tongue, and my senses go into overdrive at the intensity of his touch.They speak the possessiveness to me, his tongue removing every trace of other man’s name from inside me, and I reciprocate all breathless to his advances.His lips torture me with their sweetness, never leaving me even when my lungs had drained all the air in them. They burn in my insides at the lack of air, and I wrap my fingers around his neck to break him from the possession he was under. My nails dig in his neck, surely leav
A warm tickle of breath wakes me up from my deep slumber, the light of the day making a way even through my closed eyelids. I open my eyes, feeling the hard and warm surface beneath me, and I do not have to check twice to know what it is. Tilting my head to look up, I feel the warm tickle of breath on my skin, as a small smile creeps to the corner of my lips.Max lies like dead meat below me, yet his grip on me is so tight that I can barely move an inch of my body out of his embrace. At this angle, I can see the beauty sprawled along his neck, the marks of my nails, mixed with the bites of our love. His lips part slightly - depicting their swollen form tinted with red, and I smirk at the fierce love we made the entire night, contorting in weird and different positions.And well, the fact can't be denied, the best sex is a
Reluctant to leave Max, I slide out of the bath to see Azrael sitting in the center of the room, with his head in his hands. The shuffle of my foot pulls him out of his daze, and he looks right at me limping my way to the center. Max was true to his words. I am sore, in fact so sore that every step I put feels like a task. Azrael raises his eyebrows, looking at my form, and I tug my lips in a small acceptable smile, letting a pretense of shyness tug at the edge of the lips. Mirroring my smile, his eyes follow me through the course of the room, eyeing every insignificant action of mine. I settle on the bed, tilting my head in a question, “Why are you looking at me like that?”, I ask, and he crawls on his fours near my foot. The tiny crawl swayed his round and firm butt in all the right directions, the curve of his naked torso contouring with the chiseled muscles. I smirk at the crawl, eyeing his curves until he settles near my feet. Raising my eyebrows, I let him decipher the silent
I could see the patches of black under Max’s eyes, clear evidence of the sleepless night and the day. The entire day, he stood like a diligent bodyguard, outside my chambers, and however badly I wanted to call him in and cuddle with me, I had decided against it due to the presence of Azrael. Stretching his hands in the air, Max attempts to loosen the knots on his shoulder, when I thread my arms over them to massage the stiff areas. He moans under my touch, as his body relaxes from all the hard work he has put in through the night and the day, and I enjoy the heat of his skin under my touch. “Adria, you dont have to do this”, he says holding my hand as they began to massage him, and I swat them away with a sharp look in my eyes. “I can see you are tired, let me do this”, I say. “But…”, he begins, his expression laced with the self-loathing and the self-criticism they were about to throw my way when I halt him, totally against hearing any word. “Dare not say anything about my futur
" Adria, I want to be inside you", I say through my closed eyes, and the next second I feel the hot craven engulf me. Opening my eyes, I see her bite her lips, as her pussy stretches over me, " Max, you are huge. It's like you are splitting me down there. Ahhh… Fuck", she says and I circle my waist beneath her letting her feel me inside her. " Max. Right there", she says pressing over my chest. Her hips grind against mine, her body matching my twists, and now it was my turn to moan at the sensations building in me. As her pussy adjusts to my girth, she begins moving her curved hips up and down, taking me to the hilt with every bounce. I see myself, glide in and out of her heat, my length disappearing inside her, hitting her womb from the inside. She moans my name, her pace rhythmic, slow, and torturous for me. If only my hands were free, I would have pounded her right here. She bends over my chest, her lips capturing mine in a sensuous kiss, her lower body bouncing on my member
I sit amidst the ocean of papers, sprawled across me in a diligent bunch of approvals, denials, justice, and many more, and as I rake myself through every bunch reading the content and signing it, I curse my five days of absence in the palace. Five days of absence have gathered over weeks of work for me, and however fast, I try to get rid of the work and climb into Max’s arms. It is barely even possible, for me to get out of the study. I groan frustrated stretching myself to get rid of the knots on my shoulders when the door creeks open, filling the room with the scent of night jasmines. The familiar silhouette, scoots behind me - my eyes not once leaving the twitch on that handsome face. “Oh god, this is all I needed”, I say as Max places his hands on my shoulder, massaging them in a small circular motion. A chuckle escapes his lips, the sound enough music to lull me to sleep. “You could have told me, I could do it every minute of the day”, Max says, his breath fanning across my