Novel & Cerita Is Book Of Azrael Spicy

His breath, shaking. The way he wanted had slammed through him—raw, forbidden, overwhelming. The way Althea’s heart had answered with equal force. The way he’d recoiled—not from her, but from being exposed. From being seen wanting something he shouldn’t. Then Hiraya felt something worse: The monster. The seismic magic rising under Althea’s skin. The Beacon flare—silent but deafening—calling into the dark. Calling something back. Hiraya ripped her hand away, stumbling a step, face bone-white.

"A letter has just arrived from the palace of the black tower, Princess Lucifer has awakened." I sighed, feeling relieved for the first time since I stepped foot in this damn territory. "Finally..." Azrael said sinking on the couch "I hate all these flowers and there are flowers everywhere!" I snitched. Yes, Lucifer liked flowers. He likes it so much that all his territory was full of them and in all the houses he could see even on their roofs and in the streets. Loren had loved it all, but looking at Azrael’s side - who was allergic to pollen -, it felt like real hell.

The truth was that moment had left me shaken, but strangely alive; it was an adrenaline rush, a surge of power I felt over him, that the simple memory of it made me squeeze my thighs. “Azrael… when you drank my blood,” I asked before I could stop myself, “what was it like for you?” His hands tightened on the steering wheel. For a moment he said nothing, then answered in a low voice. “It was… overwhelming. Every sense sharpened at once. Exhilarating, dangerous, almost orgasmic. Like tasting lightning. If not for the instinct that warns us to stop, I might have lost myself completely and drank you dry, little one."

It was me who had felt all the pleasure. Azrael shifted the robe open, exposing my chest; his hot mouth closed around my nipple, sucking firmly while his tongue flicked the sensitive bud. One hand kept massaging my ass, a thick finger teasing the sore rim of my hole without pushing inside. My breath hitched, and my cock leaked against his wrist. Azrael pulled back with a soft, amused laugh. “Alright, little wolf.” He covered me back up gently. “Food first.” He walked to the lampstand and pressed a button beneath it. “Bring food to my floor: roasted meats, fresh bread, fruits, warm broth. Quickly” His voice was calm, commanding.

“Rowan pulls. You bark.” Kieran flinched like she’d slapped him. Then his gaze snapped to me, and for the first time he looked terrified in a way pride couldn’t fix. “Aria,” he said, voice rough. “Don’t fight it. It will—” “It will what?” I choked. “Drag me to my cage?” Selah tilted her head. “Not drag. Invite.” The silver threads warmed, humming like a living song. The chamber’s runes answered, brightening, and the air thickened with that metallic scent again—like blood and thunder.

he pauses before asking, “is this the one who was killing the young girls?” “It is” I answer him through my teeth, still gripped by fury at Aleister’s actions. “Well then, shall I burn the trash to ensure a proper disposal of it?” Azriel asks eagerly. “Fucking disintegrate it for all I care, just get rid of it,” I hiss, growing annoyed at the idea of giving a toast to welcome a bunch of snakes into my home. “Thank-you my king,” Azriel says as he walks down the hall towards Aleister’s body.

And froze. A male crouched by the low, crackling fire—dark hair tousled from the wind, worn leather jacket hugging broad shoulders, horns curved elegant and deadly sharp like polished obsidian. Those red eyes fixed on me with pure, unfiltered venom, glowing faintly in the morning light. Azrael. The incubus.

” Noticing that I haven’t even made an attempt to speak or even move -since I was practically unable to even breathe anymore- she only continued, “Ookaaay, first things first,” “In case you were wondering, the reason why Azrael isn’t a fallen is that he’s...Well let’s just say he’s not your “regular” Archangel like the others, since he’s one of The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse and all that shit... And since his grace is practically bound to my soul...Uh...let’s just say that as long as I’m alive, he’s...He will still be his...usual self...” Even though that last sentence left me feeling somewhat confused -mostly by the way she so evasively explained it- I however chose to mainly focus on

“That’s gross. Mixture of spices that turned into juice? I would rather kiss or fuck the ugliest man in this circle than to taste that.” Everyone aside from Hendrix and Kylie screamed. “That’s what we want!” “You must be so wild in bed, Leanna!” I shook my head and just chuckled. Mark took the bottle from me and spun it. I was enjoying the game. Some commanders order their servants to kiss their feet, smell their armpit, make out, exchange saliva, and many other gross acts. We were all laughing and screaming as the bottle continued to be spun. The head points Kylie and the bottom of the bottle picks Mark. This means Mark shall command Kylie.

He said as he pushed my head into the coffin. It felt as though I was staring eye to eye with my end. Without great effort, he reclined me inside. I was shaking like a leaf in the strong breeze. Ace closed the lowermost lid of the coffin and all that could feel the outside air was my head, accommodating a mouth totally lost for words. Ace drew his pants and sat over me, on top of the lid he just closed. “Nobody has ever dared to cross me, Angel. I don't know know what you and Luis eat that gives you such guts!” He paused to glance at my pale face, his eyebrow arched.