Ch-27

•~•Aziel’s POV

Her lips were soft but demanding. her tongue teasing mine, coaxing a sharp breath from me as she moved against me.

My hands found her waist, pulling her onto my lap, her knees bracketing my hips.

My fingers trailed along the curve of her spine before sliding lower, pressing her down against the growing hardness beneath my pajama pants.

A quiet hum escaped her throat as her fingers tangled in my hair, her hips rolling instinctively against mine.

The heat between us intensified, her body pressing closer against mine, pushing, pulling, demanding more.

I groaned into her mouth, my grip on her waist tightening as her hands slipped between us, fingers working open the buttons of my pajama shirt one by one, her movements tender yet quick.

When she reached the last button, she pulled back from our kiss, pushing the fabric off my shoulders and letting it fall on the bed.

Her nails skimmed down my arms before she leaned in, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along my jaw, down my throat, lower.

I let my head fall back against the headboard, my breathing ragged as she kissed and bit her way down, leaving faint marks on my skin.

Her hands explored me, fingers grazing my chest, nails dragging lightly down my torso, making my muscles tighten beneath her touch.

She kissed down my stomach, her lips tracing the lines of my abs. I exhaled a shaky breath, sensing where this was headed.

My body responded, my cock throbbing in anticipation as her fingers dipped lower, grazed the waistband of my pajama pants.

She lifted her head slightly, lips curving into a small, knowing smile as she curled her fingers around the waistband of my pants.

"Solane…" My voice came out strained—a warning, a plea, maybe both.

Her gaze never wavered as she dragged them down, slow and deliberate, taking my boxers with them.

A groan tore from my throat, my head falling back against the headboard as my cock sprang free, thick and aching.

I was so hard it was almost painful, but I forced myself to stay still, to simply let her take control.

She traced her thumb along the prominent vein running down my length, sending a shiver through me before wrapping her fingers around me completely.

My muscles went rigid, breath shallow, sweat gathering at my temples as she began stroking—once, twice—her grip firm but teasing.

Then she did it again, her fingers tightening just enough to make my hips twitch in response.

I hissed through my teeth, my hands twitching at my sides as I fought the urge to thrust into her palm.

Then she lowered her head, her breath warm against my skin before her tongue flicked over the head of my cock—just once, just enough to make my stomach clench painfully tight.

My fingers wove into her hair as she took me into her mouth, her tongue tracing the underside before she sank deeper, inch by inch, until the heat and wetness of her mouth consumed me completely.

When she hollowed her cheeks and picked up her pace, I almost lost it. A deep groan rumbled in my chest, my breath turning ragged as pleasure coiled low in my abdomen, hot and sharp.

I almost broke character, my legs twitching beneath her—an involuntary response I couldn’t stop.

I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to stay limp, but fuck, it was hard. Harder than it had ever been. 

Every nerve in my body screamed for control, for dominance, but all I could do was grip her hair, tilting her head back just enough to pull her off me.

"Come here," I rasped, my voice rough with restraint.

She let me guide her back onto my lap, straddling my hips as I helped her pull her nightgown over her head, letting it slip to the floor.

My gaze roamed over her, drinking her in. The dim light cast shadows over her curves, her breasts rising and falling with each unsteady breath.

I reached for them, squeezing softly, caressing, but it wasn’t enough. Leaning in, I pressed my lips to the side of her neck, and she shivered.

I moved lower, trailing kisses down her chest. When I reached her breast, I met her eyes as I flicked my tongue over her nipple, watching as her body twitched beneath my touch.

Her fingers tangled in my hair, tugging me closer, her moan urging me on. I drew her nipple into my mouth, rolling my tongue around it, savoring the way she gasped and arched against me.

I could have stayed like that all night, but she pushed softly at my shoulders, guiding me to her other breast.

My teeth grazed her hardened nipple, teasing it before I soothed the sensitive bud with my tongue, watching as she let out a sharp gasp.

It was a heady feeling—knowing I still remembered the most responsive parts of her, the places that made her tremble.

My hand smoothed down her waist, slipping between her thighs.

A small cry escaped her lips as my fingers pushed aside her panties and slid inside her.

At first, I just teased her, feeling how wet she was, before I stroked deeper, making her walls clench tightly around my fingers.

Her thighs shifted, parting wider when I pulled my fingers out, circling her clit with my thumb. She gasped, her breath hitching.

"Oh... fuck yes. Yes," she moaned, her fingers digging into my shoulders as her hips lifted, chasing the sensation.

As soon as I let her go, as if not wanting the pleasure she felt to stop, she reached between us again, wrapping her fingers around my cock and guiding me into her.

A soft, breathless moan escaped her as she sank down, inch by inch, her pussy stretching around my length in a slow, agonizing slide.

My grip on her hips tightened, my jaw clenching as I fought the urge to take control, to flip her onto her back and thrust into her the way my body ached to. But I restrained myself.

Her fingers dug into my shoulders as she finally took me all the way in, her head tipping back, a quiet moan slipping past her lips.

I felt it then—that slight tremor in her body, the way she clenched around me, her breath catching as she adjusted to my size.

“I’ve got you,” I murmured, sliding a hand to the small of her back, holding her steady.

She met my gaze, a slow smirk curving her lips before she began to move.

At first, she kept it slow, teasing, letting the friction build. Each roll of her hips sent pleasure coiling low in my gut, every swivel, every grind making it harder to stay still.

Then she picked up the pace, her breasts bouncing against my chest, the bed creaking beneath us, and the headboard thudding against the wall with every downward thrust.

My grip tightened, guiding her movements as she rode me, harder, faster, until the heat between us burned white-hot.

“Fuck,” I exhaled, my voice tight as my body jerked beneath her, my fingers digging into her hips.

"Look at me," I rasped, sliding a hand up her back, threading my fingers into her hair, tugging just enough to tilt her head forward.

Her heavy-lidded eyes met mine, dark and burning with desire, the smirk on her lips still present as she clenched around me—as if taunting, daring me to lose control.

I nearly did. But I couldn’t—not just because I had to keep up the pretense of being unable to walk, but because this was her moment, her lead.

And fuck, surrendering to her like this—helpless, restrained—was the most agonizing, beautiful torture.

"You're so fucking beautiful," I breathed, my voice rough with restraint.

She tipped her head back again, a broken moan spilling from her lips.

"I know…”