12• Crimson SHADOW 2

When Azrael finally pulled back as his lips were hovered over hers and their breaths mingled while his eyes were darker than ever and were filled with a fierce possessiveness that made her tremble.

"I don't like to repeat myself. What's mine is yours now. I'm yours as well. And.... And no matter what you do or say, you will never be able to deny the fact that you can feel the intensity of my love", He whispered against her lips and his voice was rough and filled with emotion.

Zafira’s chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath and her mind was spinning from the intensity of the kiss. 

She could still taste him and could feel the imprint of his lips on hers. And in that moment, she realized something terrifying. 

Azrael Sartori wasn’t just claiming her body.

He was claiming her soul.

The weight of Azrael’s obsession creeped over her like a shadow. 

His crimson shadow was dark and unrelenting. 

His presence was overwhelming, suffocating even when he wasn’t touching her. It wasn’t just the physical space he commanded; it was the way his very existence wrapped around hers and pulled her deeper into his world.

His gaze was always on her, watching, studying, as if she was the only thing that mattered. 

His intensity was a force of nature, impossible to ignore, impossible to escape. 

Even when she closed her eyes, she could feel him there, his possessiveness like a dark current pulling her under.

Zafira had never felt so trapped, yet so wanted. The paradox was tearing her apart. 

His obsession was a prison, but one made of silk, so deceptively soft that she almost wanted to surrender to it.

Every time she tried to break free, to find a moment of clarity or space to breathe, she could feel the invisible chains tightening. 

His voice echoed in her mind, 'You’re mine'. 

It was like drowning. The deeper she sank into Azrael’s world, the harder it became to find her way out. 

He did not abduct her just physically, she was emotionally and mentally captured by him. 

After the abduction, She was no longer Zafira Wilder; she was his Zafira. Everything about her, every action, every movement, was under his scrutiny, under his control.

His obsession was all-encompassing. 

And the worst part? She wasn’t sure if it was fear or something else entirely that made her tremble whenever he looked at her like that- like she was the only thing keeping him tethered to this world.

Azrael’s shadow wasn’t just following her. It was wrapping around her, pulling her under, drowning her in the dark waters of his obsession. 

There was no escaping it, no escaping him. And the deeper she fell, the harder it became to remember who she had been before Azrael Sartori had claimed her as his own.

Azrael’s low and commanding voice cut through the suffocating silence,  "Crimson", He murmured while his dark eyes fixed on her like a predator watching its prey.

Zafira stiffened at the sound of the name he had given her, the one he whispered with a strange reverence, as if it held some secret meaning only he understood. 

The first time he had called her that, it had sent a chill down her spine. Now, it was like an iron chain, pulling her closer to him, binding her tighter to his world.

"Do you know why I call you that?" he asked as he moved closer and his shadow cast over her.

"Because you remind me of blood. Blood of passion, passion of fire... Fire of life.", He said and she swallowed hard and her pulse was racing. 

His words, his tone, everything about him was intoxicating in a way that made her feel like she was losing control. His obsession was like the darkest of storms and was pulling her in deeper with every glance, every touch.

Azrael reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek, "You’re like crimson, beautiful and dangerous. A color that runs deep, impossible to forget. Just like you, Crimson. You’re in my blood now. You are my blood, my passion and my fire"

His words made her feel cold and hot all at once. She could feel his possessiveness that was wrapping around her like a noose. 

He wasn’t just claiming her; he was consuming her.

"You can try to run, but you will never get away from me. You’re mine, Crimson. Forever",  He continued and his voice was soft but deadly, causing her chest to tighten, her breaths shallow as she sat there, unable to move, unable to think. 

His obsession was dark, dangerous, but it was also undeniable. The way he looked at her, the way he touched her, it was as if she was the only thing in the world that mattered to him.

But at what cost?

"Crimson, You can never escape me. You belong to me now. Body, soul, everything", He whispered again and this time his lips were brushing against her ear.

Zafira’s heart pounded in her chest. There was no escaping Azrael Sartori, no escaping the name he had branded her with.

And she wasn’t sure if she even wanted to. 

Azrael’s hands moved slowly over her body. His touch was firm but gentle and was sending a warm sensation through her skin. She tried to stay in control, but the way he touched her made it impossible, making her body react without her even realizing it, arching toward him as if pulled by an unseen force. 

His lips found her neck, and he started placing soft kisses there. His warm breath brushed against her skin, and her heart raced. His kisses moved up her neck toward her ear, slow and teasing, making her lose herself in the moment.

Zafira was lost in the sensations as Azrael kissed her neck and  His lips were moving with a purpose, leaving soft and lingering kisses that felt like a promise. 

She could feel him marking her, claiming her as his own.

But when his hand moved to her breast and squeezed it gently and exploring the softness of her breasts, unknowingly a soft moan escaped her lips before she could stop it. 

The sound shocked her and pulled her out of the trance his kisses had put her in.

Suddenly, reality hit her like a cold splash of water. 

'What was happening? She was letting him take control, allowing his possessiveness to drown her in desire. She couldn’t let herself be swept away like this'. 

Zafira quickly pushed his hand away, "Stop it. Don't touch me".

Azrael paused as his expression shifted from desire to something darker but he controlled himself.

"Don't touch me. Leave me alone. I can’t do this. I don’t know you. I don’t want to be with someone like you. It's wrong. Everything is wrong here. I don't want you anywhere near me", Her voice was trembling. 

The thought of belonging to him was both intoxicating and terrifying.

Zafira realized that she was trapped- not just in the room, but in the powerful connection growing between them.

"Leave me alone. I don't want to see you", she pleaded and her heart was pounding in her chest. But deep down, she knew she was only saying it to convince herself.

Her teary eyes stabbed his chest. While taking a deep breath, he moved away and without saying a word, he left the room quietly. 

Zafira wiped her eyes and rubbed her kips. She covered herself with a duvet and while laying on the bed, her thoughts were circling around the past and the pain that still clung to her heart, she felt something shift in the air. 

'Why? What's wrong with me?'. 

Her nose trickled with a familiar scent. A faint and intoxicating scent wrapped her thoughts like a soft and invisible veil. 

Her breath caught, her body instinctively reacting to the familiar aroma that seemed to seep into her very soul. 

It was Azrael. It was Azrael's pillow. 

His presence was still there in the room, even though he wasn’t physically there.

The scent stirred something deep within her- a strange warmth that spread through her body, making her feel both comforted and on edge. 

It was the scent of cedar and smoke, dark and rich, mixed with something uniquely him. 

It was enchanting, inescapable, and it made her head spin. She tried to resist it, but the pull was too strong. Her thoughts, which had been clouded by memories of her past, were now clouded by him.

'AZRAEL SARTORI! You are ruining me. You are destroying me'.

Azrael’s scent was more than just a fragrance. It was a reminder of his presence, his control, his power over her and those kisses and touches that made her wet. 

His scent, his touches, his kisses, his gaze, and his shadow tugged at something primal inside her, something she hadn’t felt in years. 

A desire. 

This desire was not the gentle, soft desire she had once felt in her failed marriage, but it was fierce and was like a consuming need that burned through her, making her body betray her mind.

She hated it, yet she craved it. 

His scent was a constant reminder that no matter how much she tried to escape him, she couldn’t. He was always there, always surrounding her, always pulling her back. It was suffocating, yet strangely comforting, like a dark embrace that she couldn't pull away from, even if she wanted to.

His scent was a promise- a promise that she was his, and that no matter how much she resisted, she would never truly escape him.

Closing her eyes, she tried to fight the sensation, but it was no use. 

Azrael had woven himself into every part of her life, and now, even his scent was enough to unravel her carefully constructed walls. 

It stirred something dangerous inside her- something that made her question everything she had ever known about love, control, and desire. 

"I have to stay away from you, Azrael Sartori. You are not good for my healthy and peaceful life", Zafira said as she inhaled his bed again while tracking her fingers over her lips. 

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