Novel & Cerita Is The Book Of Azrael Spicy

FORBIDDEN FLAMES 2 ARIA’S POV The text from Serena arrives just as I flip the café sign to CLOSED, the soft click of the lock echoing in the empty space. My hands still tremble from the day, every customer interaction felt like a distraction from the memory of her mouth on mine yesterday, her fingers teasing me to the edge in the storage closet before pulling back with that wicked smile. "Not yet," she whispered. "We savor the sin." The words have haunted me all shift, making my panties soaked, my nipples hard against my bra, every brush of fabric a reminder.

My body feels sore in the best way, but even though I want to rest, I can clearly see the hunger and anger in Raziel’s eyes. He is not done with me yet. Still breathing raggedly, I try not to think about the second round of punishment waiting for me. The air in the room is filled with the scent of our mixed releases and my own arousal, my body still craving for more despite the savage manner he fucked me on the bench.

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."

position is the same," Azazel clicked his tongue."Alexandra, my darling. Would you please out with the book?" he spoke in such a sophisticated way.There was something about him...even if his face was stern, jaw tight and eyes filled with bitterness, he was still polite."Go away, Azazel," the last words before turning her back at him, she spoke confidently and walked further in the tomb.Now that the tomb was being sealed by a spell, neither Althea nor Alexandra can go out and no one can come in."You have me trapped with you in this boring tomb," Althea said in a boring tone."Come on, you have all the time in the world. Lets read the book," Alexandra suggested.While reading the book Alexandra

It was late, but they were still serving sandwiches and soup. I ordered a grilled cheese and tomato soup. It is comfort food for people who still believed comfort existed. While I waited, I scrolled through my phone. Mistake number one. Azrael’s name was everywhere. “AZRAEL DE LUCA : DEAD IN PLANE CRASH WHILE FLEEING FEDERAL INVESTIGATION.” I felt the air leave my lungs.

I clung to his neck, face buried against his warm obsidian skin, breathing in that intoxicating scent of smoke, sex, and pure corruption. “I am yours,” I whispered against his throat, voice hoarse from screaming. “Completely. I do not want my old life anymore. Just this. Just you filling me forever.” Azrael’s golden eyes glowed with dark triumph as he carried me through a massive obsidian archway into what looked like his personal chamber. The room was enormous. Chains dangled from the ceiling. Altars and cushions covered the floor. The air was thick and humid, carrying the constant scent of sex and brimstone.

“Are you replying to my question with a question?” A shiver ran down my spine at the deep timbre of his voice, the pain on my ass had now surprisingly morphed into a delicious ache. “I'm sorry, you're in charge.” He gave a nod of approval. “Good.” Okay, this Azrael was way too different. Still sexy, still hot but different. “What are we doing, Azrael?” He smirked, a dangerous smirk. “Teaching you a lesson, freckles. I'm trying to see if I can spank and fuck that sass out of you. That attitude you seem to reserve only for me.”

Then Azrael hit him with all the force of the flood of images he had seen in his long life: Blood, sticky and hot, everywhere, screaming mouths, dead, dead everywhere, torn, trampled, torn, cut, crushed, the cold white of bones, the grin of skulls, still half covered with remains of flesh, the stench of rotting intestines , Screams from the dying, women, children, men, breaking looks, pleading looks, insane looks, the feeling when a neck has been cut. And above all, Azrael's eyes, smiling, hating, gentle.

Hated that he could sit there like nothing had happened while my chest tightened at the sight of him. Angel pulled out a chair for me across from him and left the dining hall immediately. “Good morning.” I took the seat opposite him, smoothing my dress as I sat, keeping my back straight and my hands folded neatly in my lap. “Morning.” Azrael picked up his cutlery, took a single bite, then set it aside. “Everything tastes dull.” I raised a brow. “Why?” His gaze lifted slowly, settled on me without haste. “Because everything has lost its taste since I tasted you.”

I grab a book off my shelf and make myself cozy on my sofa. A few hours pass and I soft knock startles me out of my book trance. “Come in,” I say absentmindedly, still engrossed in my book. The smell of coffee hits my nose and I frown, looking up to see Azrael leaning against the doorway, his hands in his pockets. “Hey Firefly,” He says softly. I sigh, placing a marker in my book and setting it down. “Yes?” “I wanted to apologize. For my actions earlier.” His silver eyes burn into mine.