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Please omg Sunlight, Shadows, and Secrets pt. 3 I would read this so quickly

Sunlight, Shadows, and Secrets pt. 3

The original request said “ the smuttier the better” and I have finally fulfilled that request (though there will be more… don’t think this is all of it 😉) Warnings: smut, smut, and more smut

Here it is! Part 3 (finally)

A/N… this is pure smut. Like it picks up where part two let off, and it is pure smut.

The moment their lips touched, a jolt of blistering heat shot straight to Azriels’s cock and the word friends no longer applied. Because a friend wouldn’t take possession of this female’s hot, sweet mouth and kiss her hard enough to bruise. A friend wouldn’t wrap those long strands of hair around his hand so he controlled the slant of her mouth beneath his and the depth of the kiss. And Mother above, a friend definitely wouldn’t slide a hand down his rigid stomach and use his hand to curl her fingers around his stiff cock and squeeze him tight.

Right then, Azriel decided that if he was going to hell for touching Y/n, for defiling her, then he was going to take the memory of this one scorching-hot encounter with him, to fantasize about again and again.

Their tongues tangled, deep and wild, and with a low, primitive growl in the back of his throat, he ground his iron-hard dick against Y/n’s palm, dying for the feel of her fingers gripping his bare flesh, stroking him until he came in her hand.

As his appetite for her grew, seducing her mouth wasn’t enough. He wanted more. With one last slow, thorough lick inside her mouth and a sexy, seductive bite on her lower lip that made her gasp and writhe against him, he finally ended the kiss and buried his face in the warm curve of her neck, his shadows now weaving around the two of them.

She smelled like she always did, but with a heavier, more heady edge that he knew was arousal. A light fragrance of citrus and spice that matched her personality and made him think of sex with her every time he inhaled the arousing scent. He nuzzled her skin and dragged his teeth along her throat, and with a sensual moan, she tipped her head back to give him all the access he wanted.

Bastard that he was, he took advantage of her invitation. He tugged on the ties that held the front of her corset together with his rough hands, pulling on them until they unraveled, loosening her top. With his hands gripping each side, he roughly yanked the bodice down, and since she wasn’t wearing a bra, her firm, full breasts were immediately exposed to his avid gaze. Undoing the rest of the ties, he made quick work of her top until she was completely bare.

He filled his scarred palms with her plump flesh, kneading her breasts and lightly pinching her tight nipples until she started to pant and squirm restlessly. So damn hot and responsive. He devoured her with his eyes, and his mouth watered for a taste. The devil sitting on his shoulder whispered in his ear to do it, his shadows that had been weaving around them agreeing.

He’d already come this far, and while he knew he should stop this madness, the moment that Y/n sank her hands into his hair and guided his mouth to her gorgeous tits, there was no way he could refuse. He bent his head and flicked his tongue across her rigid nipple. She jerked shamelessly against him again, the shift of their bodies causing one of his legs to push between her thighs. He nipped at her breast, then sucked her deep into his mouth. Clutching more of his hair until his scalp burned, she arched her back and rode the thigh wedged up against her sex in an attempt to chase her own orgasm.

Fuck, if she didn’t stop her grinding, he was going to come in his goddamn pants—and that hadn’t happened since his youth. The friction against his aching cock was so overwhelming, so good, it made him desperate to get inside her. So deep she’d never forget that he’d been there, that he’d been a part of her, if only for those few brief minutes.

He was selfish enough that he’d take whatever he could get.

He released her nipple, and ignoring the sound of protest she made, he removed her fingers from his hair and turned her around so she was facing the wall. He placed her hands flat on the surface and pushed her upper body forward, until her bared breasts were pressed against the cool stone wall. The position arched her back and made her delectable ass jut out like an offering.

He caressed his palm down her spine and over the soft, supple leather covering her perfect ass, and considered giving in to the urge to release a bit of his sexual aggression the way he liked best. If he was honest with himself, he was curious to know what kind of reaction he’d get when he spanked her bottom for the sheer pleasure of it, rather than as a reprimand like earlier.

Before he could change his mind, he brought his palm down and smacked a cheek, firm enough to make his hand smart. She sucked in a gasp and moaned, long and low, the soft sound filled with an unmistakable thrill.

“Azriel,” she whispered, his name a seductive plea on her lips.

A grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. Her response delighted him and made him hotter than fuck. “Ahh, looks like my sweet angel is a dirty girl who likes to be bad.”

She shivered and groaned, and shocked the hell out of him when she admitted in a whisper, “Yes”

He heard the vulnerable honesty in her voice, and for a moment, he felt as though all the air had left his lungs. It was as though she’d just shared an intimate secret with him, something no other male knew about her, and why did that make him feel so damn possessive? He didn’t want to think too hard on that answer, but he did channel that emotion into what he planned to do to her next.

Taking her chin in his hand and turning her to face him slightly, he said gently “There is no shame in wanting that, Y/n. Not now, not ever, and I don’t want you to feel ashamed or guilty about taking what you want. What we both need.” She looked at him, saw the sincerity in his gaze “I understand” she said softly, before pressing back against the bulge in his pants and leaving no doubt in his mind that she got his message, that she was done tiptoeing around what they had set into motion.

Stepping up behind her, close enough so that his hard-as-steel cock was pressed against her upturned ass, he settled his hands on her hips. “Spread your legs wider,” he ordered, and satisfaction pumped him up when she immediately did as he asked.

He slid his fingers along the waistband of her pants, all the way around to the front, where he unfastened the top button, then slowly lowered the zipper. He tucked the very tips of his fingers into the lace band of her panties, just enough to tease, as well as give her the opportunity to stop what was about to happen.

He could hear her breathing increase, could feel her stomach muscles flutter against his palm in anticipation. He pressed his lips near her pointed ear, his voice gruff as he spoke. “I’m going to slide my hand down to your hot, wet cunt and make you come,” he promised, and took her full-body shudder as permission to continue.

When his long fingers dipped between her spread thighs and encountered how drenched she was, he had to bite back a ravaged growl. Her sex was so swollen, so slippery and hot, it only took a few strokes across her clit to push her to the edge of orgasm . . . and keep her there. With a cry of need, she moved her hips back and forth against his hand, her sexy little body frantically seeking release.

“Don’t stop,” she begged, panting hard. “Please don’t stop.”

“You ready to come for me?” he breathed against her neck, his own cock pushing hard against her ass, aching to be right where his fingers were. Soon.

“Yes.” Her voice was hoarse, frantic. “Yes.”

Another direct, firm caress across that taut bundle of nerves and her entire body began to vibrate, and she exhaled on a loud moan. A rush of moisture coated his fingers as she rolled her hips in tight, tempting circles against his hand and came on a soft, mewling cry of pleasure.

Cauldron, he was dying. Dying with the excruciating need to get inside of her. Dying to feel her clench around his cock the next time she came. He had to have her now, he thought as he removed his hand from between her legs and quickly tore open the front of his pants and shoved them down his thighs until his heavy cock was freed.

She’d remained in the same position, her hands braced against the wall, and he pushed her leather pants and panties down, just far enough that he had access to her soft, swollen cunt. He aligned their hips, guiding the sensitive head of his cock between her legs until he reached all that silky moisture and the entrance to her body. She pushed back against him eagerly, so impatient and greedy for him it made his head spin.

As badly as he ached to ram inside of her and rut like a fucking beast, his conscience made him pause. He had to be sure their lust and desire was one hundred percent mutual. That she knew what she was doing, and with whom.

He grabbed a fistful of her hair and tugged her head back so his mouth was right at her ear, trying his best to temper his impulsive need to dominate, even as he knew he’d probably fail because it was who and what he was at the core.

“Tell me you want this,” he demanded gruffly. He needed to hear her say the words.

“I want this,” she begged enthusiastically as she tipped her hips up, seeking the fullness of his shaft. “Fuck me. Please.”

He slid his free hand around to her bare breast and flicked his finger against her taut nipple, making her gasp and her entire body jolt from the sting. Oh, yeah, she liked that. A lot.

“How do you want it, Y/n?” he rasped.

Her lips parted and her lashes fluttered shut. Nothing sounded hotter than the sound of him saying her name, his voice full of raw, dark need. “I need it hard,” she murmured. “Rough. Deep.”

He smiled against her cheek. Thank the Gods, because he wasn’t capable of slow and easy on a normal day, and just the feel of the slick folds of her cunt rubbing all over his engorged cock had him on the verge of losing his fucking mind.

He didn’t wait another second to satisfy them both. With a merciless upward thrust, he slammed into Y/n, so hard that she lifted up on her toes to accommodate the way he drove his shaft in farther, deeper, until he was buried to the hilt. Their joint moans of pleasure mingled as her tempting body sucked his inside, her tight channel gripping him like a fist as he tried to withdraw a few inches so he could pound into her again and give them both the friction they craved.

“Oh, God,” she gasped, whimpering and clawing at the wall as he started thrusting in earnest, pulling out and working himself back in with devastating precision, his hand working her nipple as he fucked her.

She moved in counterpoint to his unrelenting rhythm, grinding her hips back as he surged forward, shamelessly fucking herself on his cock and taking what she needed. It was the hottest, sexiest thing he’d ever seen or been on the receiving end of.

Tightening his hands in her hair, he turned her head and covered her mouth with his, absorbing all those decadent sounds she made as he slid his tongue deep inside, kissing her as thoroughly as he was fucking her. Lust tunneled through his veins, along with a familiar flood of heat that told him he was on the verge of coming. This was usually where his mind shut down, his sole focus zeroing in on getting himself off and reaching for that adrenaline rush that came with his release, and the high that filled him in the aftermath.

But there was no shutting out the overwhelming sensation of being wrapped so intimately around Y/n, of feeling connected to another person in ways that went beyond their physical joining. In ways that felt so damn good and so damn right. Like she’d been made for him, and no one else and vise versa.

He groaned and shuddered as his mouth continued to consume hers, even as his mind railed against the thoughts tumbling through his head. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. He wasn’t supposed to feel so desperate and wild, and knew this driving hunger was unlike anything he’d ever felt with any other female before. It was all Y/n. She destroyed his self-control, made him feel so crazed with the primitive urge to mark her as his so no other male would ever touch her.

Mine. She’s all fucking mine.

It was that last possessive thought, as well as Y/n moaning his name against his lips, that sent him right to that sharp edge of a monumental orgasm. Wanting her with him when he climaxed—something else he normally didn’t give a shit about but that mattered with her—he reached between her legs and rubbed her clit nice and hard. Just how he knew she needed it.

Her body trembled as she came on a soft cry of pleasure, that heavenly cunt milking him, clenching and pulsing around him and triggering his own orgasm. The shocking climax ripped through him in the most sublime bliss he’d ever experienced, so intoxicating his vision blurred with the heated ecstasy coursing through every part of his body. Once he was completely spent, he collapsed against her backside with a replete groan. His weight pressed her into the wall as he breathed hard and tried to gain his bearings, Y/n breathing hard beneath him as it finally hit them, what they had just done, the lines they had crossed. Oh, fuck they thought simultaneously, not that the other would know, the only thought running through heir heads after the pleasure dissipated being “Did I ruin our friendship?”

A/N: Well… that just happened… swear I didn’t know Az was gonna get that dark and dominant, it just kinda happened. I think I’m definitely doing more parts to this, I wanted this one to be just that encounter and not any angst to take away from what happened, though there will definitely be more angst/smut soon 😉

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