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sncinderdoodles · 1 year
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🖤 Gabriel De Leon from Empire of the Vampire by Jay Kristoff 🖤
Had an amazing time meeting Jay on Halloween in London this year! I got him to sign this artwork for me (plus two of my eotv books)
Excited for Vol 2 🤘
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readychilledwine · 1 month
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✨️What Readychilledwine's favorite SJM males would call you✨️
💝Just a little headcanon of what my favorite males would call you as their mate. This is part 2 because tumblr limits how many images you can post 💝
Warning - she's long because of the fanart, but I figured we all deserve some eye candy today
(P.s. fanart is credited unless I could not find the creator, if you happen to know, please comment so I can add it.)
🌙 Crescent City 🌙
Ruhn - Michelle Taiki Art, Hunt - Anna Stone, Tharion - Sncinder
Ruhn
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✨️ my mate, hot stuff, momma (regardless of momma status), queen ✨️
Hunt
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⚡️angel, little wife, sugar, my other half, baby girl⚡️
Tharion
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🌊wifey, hun, baby, sweetheart, Lady Whatever🌊
👑 Throne of Glass 👑
Rowan - Dominque Wesson, Fenrys - Morgana0anagrom, Lorcan- secia fanart (its ai I apologize), Sam- Beth Gilbert art, Gavriel - Morgana0anagrom, Dorian - Mads Schofield
Rowan
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🪶 sugar, lovey, baby, dove, little bird, my queen 🪶
Fenrys
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🐾pet, lovebug, little doe, baby🐾
Lorcan
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🌌 princess, wife, dearest, my lady, little one🌌
Sam
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🗡sweetheart, dear, my heart, my lady🗡
Gavriel
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💛tigress, mate, precious, princess💛
Dorian
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🖤 my light, my queen, darling, goddess🖤
💝💝peep part 1 for the ACOTAR males here💝💝
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General taglist :
@hnyclover @glitterypirateduck @slytherinindisguise @mischiefmanager @bloodicka @starsinyourseyes @the-sweet-psycho @mariahoedt @rinalouu @sarawritestories @starryhiraeth @starswholistenanddreamsanswered @cumuluscranium @loneliestluvr
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tswaney17 · 9 months
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I Do Bad Things with You - Part 41
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Happy 3rd Anniversary, IDBTWY!! 🎉 I can't believe we're celebrating three years of this fic. This journey has been incredible and I'm so excited (and a little sad) to say that we are close to finishing this story. I'm very close to getting this on a regular publishing schedule. But in the meantime, please check out the art I had commissioned by the incredible SnCinder here. 💙💚💜
My fanfic account: @tswaney17fics​​​
My ao3 account: tswaney17
Please let me know what you think about this update. I love getting your feedback. Constructive criticism is always welcome. 💕
Catch up here.
Credit to @featherymalignancy for Cassian’s nickname, Cash. 😘
Trigger warnings: violence, sexual assault , language, NSFW
Word Count: 12,145
It was three days before their wedding and the only thing Azriel felt was utter bliss. He couldn’t believe that in just a short time, he would have Elain as his wife. Even though they were eloping to the Summer District, they’d been head down in wedding plans over the last month.
Elain and her sisters went shopping for her dress a few weeks ago, finding—according to El—the perfect dress that didn’t require any alterations. She refused to let him see it, claiming that even though they were eloping, the rules of bad luck still applied. He had to snort at the notion, but Az would admit that not knowing what she was wearing had him curiously wondering what it would look like. He pictured many different styles in his head, all of which Elain was absolutely stunning in.
He had been in charge of the rings, Elain claiming that if he could pick out the most perfect engagement ring, then she trusted him fully to select her wedding band. His jeweler managed to match the style of her ring, adding a few extra smaller diamonds to the set. He selected a titanium, black band for himself, having Elain’s name engraved on the inside of it. Az thought the black and rose-gold colors would compliment each other well, and when he put them together, he knew he was right.
Now they were sitting on the jet, waiting for the rest of their family to arrive. Rhys and Feyre were not far behind them in getting to the airstrip. Nuala and Cerridwen—as he and Elain had decided were family—were also joining them. The Moonbeam twins picked them up from the penthouse and were also coming along, both as security and because Elain considered them like family as well. All that was left was Cassian, Nesta, and Sutton.
The new parents decided that since they could travel by private jet, they felt comfortable bringing their new baby on board—since neither of them wanted to miss their siblings getting married. When they boarded, looking slightly disheveled, they apologized for the delay, claiming Sutton was fussing and they struggled to get her to calm down.
Elain moved towards her sister, taking her niece from Nesta’s arms. “Hello, beautiful girl,” she cooed, snuggling into the baby.
Azriel watched as his fiancée’s maternal instinct took over, soothing the child when she started to fidget.
Cassian approached his side, taking in the scene between his sister and daughter. “She’s a natural mother. You’ll be eternally grateful for that instinct deeply rooted in her when you two have kids.”
He didn’t bother responding, not even knowing if Elain wanted kids. Az had been waiting for her to bring it up, but when she hadn’t even after they got engaged, he started to believe that perhaps she was happy just being an aunt. She had put so much work into her career, he wouldn’t blame her for not wanting to take away from that. Even though he had some deep desire to get Elain pregnant, to watch her grow with life inside of her, their children, he didn’t want to put that pressure on her if it wasn’t something she wanted.
So, he didn’t say anything at all, content to just live with her.
“Do you want something to drink?” he asked his brother instead.
Cash saw the change in the subject for what it was, shaking his head with a sigh, but let it go. “Sure.”
Azriel popped a bottle of champagne, serving everyone a glass aside from Nesta who declined because she was still breastfeeding and took the flute of sparkling cider in replacement.
“To the bride and groom,” Rhys announced, raising a glass.
He wrapped an arm around Elain’s waist, tucking her into his side while she held their niece in one arm and her champagne in the other. It was hard not to picture them as a little family, but he gripped that dream in a fist until it was a fleeting thought. He wanted nothing more than to marry the love of his life and wouldn’t let anything ruin it.
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As soon as their flight landed and they arrived at the house—their entire family in disbelief at what they had purchased—everyone was tasked with something for the wedding. Meeting with the caterer, getting the arch and chairs they rented for the ceremony delivered, confirming the photographer, checking in with the florist on Elain’s bouquet, the petals that Nesta would help Sutton toss along the beach, and arrangements for the tables they were setting up on their courtyard.
There was one other thing Elain still had to do, pulling Cash aside before the rehearsal dinner.
“What’s up, Ellie?” he asked, a look of concern on his face.
Pink touched her cheeks, the only hint of her nervousness. “So, I know you’re Az’s best man, but you have been such an important part of my life. You’ve always protected me and taken care of me, especially when I felt utterly alone in the world. I was wondering—or hoping—you would walk me down the aisle tomorrow before you stand next to Azriel?”
Shock rippled across Cassian’s face. It was obvious that he had not been expecting her to ask him that. “Elain,” he said, emotion clogging his voice. “It would be my absolute honor to walk you down the aisle.” Tears lined his eyes as he pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly.
“Thank you, Cash,” she murmured, trying and failing to hold back her tears.
That night, Azriel and the other men stayed in the guest house, giving the main one to the girls.
“No strippers, boys,” she said as they tugged Az away from her.
“The same could be said for you,” Rhys called out, giving her a wink.
Her fiancé growled, slapping his brother up the side of his head.
Elain laughed. “Believe me, the only man I want to see stripping is staying with you.”
“I’m happily taken, Ellie!” Cash called out flashing the cheekiest of grins.
She could only shake her head at their antics, returning to the main house where the girls were waiting for her with drinks, games, and a bride-sash.
“Since we didn’t have time to host a bridal shower and bachelorette party beforehand, we’re improvising,” Feyre announced, throwing the sash over her head and guiding her to the living room where they had decorated for their little party.
The whole night was perfect, celebrating her final night as an unmarried woman.
The next day was filled with a flurry of commotion, everyone getting ready for the wedding. Feyre had stuck Elain in a chair and was painting magic on her face while Nuala and Cerridwen worked on her hair, curling it into gorgeous beach waves and tying half it up into a knot at the crown of her head. They wove flowers into the knot atop her head and behind her ear.
When she looked in the mirror, Elain gasped. It was beyond stunning the work they had done on her. “Thank you,” she whispered, trying to hold back her tears so she didn’t ruin her makeup. “All of you. I’m so grateful to have you all here with me.”
“There’s nowhere else we’d rather be, Ellie,” Nesta told her, hugging her from the back. “Come on, let’s get your dress on.” Her sister walked over to the garment bag and unzipped it.
Untying her white robe, Elain slipped on the dress behind the partition, coming out only to have help buttoning up the back. The dress was simply gorgeous. The bodice was made up of floral lace, plunging to just above her belly button while keeping her modestly covered. Delicate, thin straps of the same floral pattern went over her shoulders to the scooped back. The tulle skirt gathered at her waist, adding a layer over the lace skirt that sucked into her legs. It gave her this gorgeous silhouette under the gown.
Elain would go barefoot for the ceremony on the beach, wearing jeweled barefoot sandals that hooked over her middle toe and around her ankle. She had a pair of white heels she’d put on for the reception in the courtyard, once she was back on solid ground.
She slipped on the halo sapphire and diamond earrings that Azriel had gifted to her for her birthday—the only jewelry she wore aside from her engagement ring. They were one of her something blue, the other a cobalt garter in testament to Az’s favorite color. Grabbing the perfume she bought specifically for the wedding, Elain gave herself a few sprits, letting the delicate jasmine scent wash over her before making her way downstairs to the living area where Feyre, Nesta carrying Sutton, and Cash were waiting for her.
“Elain,” Cassian said her name with such reverence that she almost broke down right there. “You look so beautiful.”
Her pink lips pulled up into a joyous smile. “Thank you, Cash.” She hugged him, careful not to smudge her makeup on his suit jacket.
“Ready?” Feyre asked, handing her the blush-colored bouquet of peonies. The florist had done a stellar job with the bridal bouquets and centerpieces for the table.
“I’ve never been more ready for anything,” she said. Elain had waited for a decade to marry Azriel. Her excitement to finally get the chance left her breathless.
Though Feyre was Elain’s maid of honor, she walked down the aisle first since Nesta was carrying the flower girl.
Elain watched her sisters walk through the courtyard, out to the beach where they had set up the arch, decorated with more flowers. Where Azriel awaited her.
Cassian helped her out the door, holding a bit of her dress for her so it didn’t drag too much until they reached the edge of the courtyard and waited for the queue with the change of the music.
Elain and Azriel had picked strictly piano pieces to use for their ceremony and reception. It was fitting to them since that was how he proposed and they spent countless hours listening and him playing it.
Her brother fixed her dress one last time before offering her his arm. “Thank you for choosing him,” he said so quietly she almost missed it.
She furrowed her brow looking up at him, waiting for him to continue.
“I always worried that Azriel would never find happiness after high school. I watched my brother enter this cruel world intending to own it, even if it destroyed him in the very process. I thought I was going to lose him for a while…He’d been so depressed, I worried for his life.” Those pain-filled eyes looked down at her.
She knew Az had some internal struggles, but she didn’t know how bad it was. It broke her heart to hear that Cassian had feared for Az’s life.
“The one thing he never lost was his love for you,” he continued, likely noticing her inner sorrow, but needing to tell her this anyways. “And I’m so thankful that you forgave him for his past mistakes. The only time I ever saw Azriel happy was when he was with you, Elain. You are the world in which he revolves around. His entire being is to keep you safe and to love you, unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before.
“Thank you for loving him in the way he deserves but never letting himself have.” Cassian’s eyes misted over by the time he finished and she struggled to not let herself cry at the confession.
“He is worth loving,” she admitted, looking out towards the beach like she could see him from where she stood.
“That he is,” Cassian murmured as the music changed, indicating it was time.
The few steps to the beach seemed like a lifetime until she turned the corner and saw him standing at the altar, waiting for her.
Even this far away, she could hear his choked sound at the sight of her. His face crumpled in elation as he wiped tears from under his eyes.
Elain’s hold on her damn broke and she let out a sob, face splitting in the most adoring grin. Only Cassian’s firm grip on her arm prevented her from running down the aisle and leaping into his arms.
After what felt like an eternity, Cassian was leaning over to kiss her cheek, and offering her hand to Azriel before taking his place at his side.
She handed off her bouquet to Feyre so she could take his hands.
Unable to help himself, Az leaned forward to brush his lips on her cheek before he gently pulled her forward until she was facing him. “You look…” he paused, silver-lined eyes scanning her from head to toe. “I have no words to describe how exquisite you look, El. You’re radiant.”
She choked on her laugh, her face morphing into actual rays of sunshine. “Thank you, Az. You look beautiful, too.” And she meant it. He had on a brand-new suit, cut to every defined muscle. He wore a crisp, white button-up underneath the jacket with a blush-colored tie around his neck. Even the peony boutonnière contrasted perfectly with his tanned complexion.
Rhys cleared his throat, recapturing their attention. He gave them a knowing smile. “It brings me great joy to officiate the wedding between Azriel Knight and Elain Archeron. Azriel, my brother, you have been a part of my family since we were kids. Though our relationship started rocky—”
“You beat the snot out of me that first night,” Az muttered making everyone laugh.
Their brother waved a hand. “Semantics. It didn’t take us long to warm up to each other, finding that brotherly bond we both needed. I’m grateful every day that we took you in—that we became family.”
Those violet eyes turned to her. “Elain, my darling Elain. You have always been like a little sister to me. Even before Feyre and I started dating and later got married, you’ve held this special place in my heart to love, to protect. When you and Azriel began dating in high school, I was ecstatic because I always hoped you would one day become a part of my family. And you’re now a part of it in more ways than one.”
She released one of Az’s hands to grip Rhys’s forearm, squeezing it once before returning it to her fiancé. 
“I’ve never met two people more perfect for each other. Where one hides in the shadows, the other shines. You two lift each other up in the best of ways and I have no doubt in my mind you will build the most perfect life together. I believe you both wrote your vows. Elain, if you would please go ahead.”
Her brown eyes, reflecting pools of gold in the setting sunlight looked at her husband-to-be. “Azriel, you are the strongest, most considerate man I have ever known. Our love has definitely been tested to limits that most couples never experience, but I know that makes us more solid in the foundations of our marriage.” He chuckled at how true it was. “I know that when in moments of hopelessness, you will lend me your strength. In times of sorrow, you will give me your love. When the world around me becomes too loud, you will hold me close and protect me.
“You are so many things that it sometimes makes my head spin because how could you possibly be every dream I wished for myself to find in a lover? You have broken down every fear; every mark on my life and filled it with joy. I will love you with my entire being because you deserve that from me. You deserve to feel my elation in the life we have created together. I love you more than words could ever express. My life partner. My friend. My soulmate. My husband.” Tears rolled down her cheek and he reached out, swiping them away, ignoring how his face was also wet from waterworks.
Rhys turned to his brother. “Azriel, would you please say your vows?”
He took a steadying breath. “Fuck, I should’ve gone first,” he said quietly to her.
She couldn’t help but tip her head back and laugh.
“Elain Archeron.” Her name curled on his tongue. “You are, without a doubt, the light of my life. A decade ago, I made the biggest mistake of my life by letting you go and the gods know I didn’t deserve your forgiveness for it, but you gave it to me anyways. I sometimes have to pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming. To verify you’re actually here with me.” She squeezed his hands in reassurance. “You have the most generous heart I have ever seen; have ever had the pleasure of being held within.
“You claim that I am strong, but my strength comes from you. Your resilience is unparallel. You have made me a better man, one who will love you faithfully even after we are but dust in the wind. I promise to share my life with you. To hold you in times of need and when you require a sturdy presence. I promise to help you pursue your dreams. To take you on adventures and everything else your heart desires. I consider myself the luckiest person in the world to get to call you mine. My light. My heart. My love. My wife.”
Rhys had to wipe a tear from his eye, clearing his throat to rein in the emotion he was feeling. “May I have the rings?”
Cassian slipped behind Azriel to hand his other brother the two rings.
Rhys handed them each one. “Elain, do you take Azriel to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold? In sickness and in health? From now and forever?”
“I do,” she said, sliding the black band onto his scarred ring finger.
“And do you, Azriel, take Elain to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold? In sickness and in health? From now and forever?”
Az’s dazzling smile lit up the world around them. “I do.” He slipped the beautiful rose gold band onto her delicate finger.
Rhys clapped his hands together. “Well, thank god for that!” he teased. “By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.”
The powerful male in front of her stepped forward, slinking one hand around her waist, the other cradling her head, and pressed his lips on hers.
Elain felt her back arch as he leaned them over, gently prying her mouth open so his tongue could slip inside. The kiss was languid like they took the time to learn about each other as husband and wife. Her fingers went to his nape, ruffling the hair there.
Time slowed as if even the world paused for that kiss. The kiss that certified them as one. A unit. And when they finally broke apart, when the sounds of their family’s cheers entered their ears, neither could look away from the other. An unbreakable chain linked between their souls, connecting them in the most intrinsic of ways.
He was hers and she was his. Now and forever.
“I love you, Elain,” he whispered, bringing her back in for another kiss, arms going around her lithe body to lift her off the ground.
She erupted into a fit of giggles, eyes shining with more tears, with love, with devotion for the man in front of her.
“Ladies and gentlemen, may I present for the very first time, Mr. and Mrs. Azriel and Elain Archeron-Knight!”
Grabbing her bouquet, she took Azriel’s hand as they walked back down the aisle toward the house. But about halfway back, he leaned down and lifted her over his shoulder, making her squeal. “Azriel!” she shouted, laughter echoing around them. “Put me down!”
He hauled her over his body until he was carrying her bridal style. “No,” he grinned, leaning forward to kiss her as he made the trek back into the courtyard.
Elain welcomed the kiss, wrapping her arms and the bouquet around the backside of his head and holding him there for a few extra seconds. The flash of the photographer lit up their bodies, but they didn’t care as they just held each other’s stare. She traced her index finger over his cheek. “Hi husband,” she whispered shyly.
His smile was too infectious to not beam back at him. It made him look so young, boyish. “My wife,” he murmured, nudging his nose into hers. Azriel set her back on her feet, pulling her close and never letting go.
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Azriel was her husband. Elain couldn’t believe that after everything they’d been through—waiting a decade for this moment—it was finally here. Everything about this moment was completely different from anything she ever shared with Graysen.
Graysen’s priority had always been himself. She didn’t even think she was in his top five important things in his life. Their entire relationship had been based on their fathers’ friendship and a setup—and she had just let it go on, not really living, but simply existing.
It was nothing like the life, the love, she’d built with Azriel. This had been wholly hers. Her decision, her choices, her life.
They’d only been married for a few hours and she couldn’t help but think of how well it suited him. He couldn’t keep his hands off her (more than he normally couldn’t). Taking her hand in his large one, setting one on her thigh while they ate, tugging her onto the makeshift dance floor by the edge of the pool. Whatever they were doing, he couldn’t seem to let her go.
And she had no desire for him to stop. Currently, she was tucked into his arms under the twinkling lights as they swayed to the soft piano music. Her hand was curled in his, head resting on his chest as she listened to his thundering heartbeat.
Every once in a while, she’d let out a contented sigh and found herself somehow melting further into his embrace. He tucked her under his chin, giving him ample opportunities to lean down and press his lips to the crown of her head.
Elain had wrapped her arm around his waist, sliding it under his suit jacket so her palm laid on the backside of his button-up. Her fingers would flex, pressing the pads of them into the strong muscles of his back.
It was late evening. Nesta retired to the house earlier, taking a sleeping Sutton to lay her down, and never returned. Cassian followed shortly after, looking for his wife, and if Elain had to guess, found her asleep still in her dress.
Fenrys and Connall had sat with Cerridwen and Nuala on the porch patio and were chatting. Had been nearly all evening, but not before each of them took her and Azriel for a round on the dancefloor.
Her other sister and husband were twirling next to them, enjoying the soft sounds of the night around them.
Azriel pressed his lips to the top of her head again. “Would you like to head in now?” he asked her quietly.
Elain tipped her face up, a beautiful smile painted on her pink lips. “Sure.”
He gave her a soft kiss before leading her not to the main house, but to the adjacent one. She looked at him with confusion when he glanced over his shoulder at her. “I thought we could take the guest house tonight, so we don’t have to worry about anyone overhearing us.”
A cheeky smile threatened to turn up her mouth. “Azriel Archeron-Knight, are you trying to get into my skirt?” she teased, giggling.
He flashed her a heated look. “Always.” And then swung open the door.
Elain couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped her, taking a single step forward. But before she could even get to the doorway, she was scooped up into his arms and carried over the threshold. She squealed in delight, wrapping her arms around his neck as he carried her in, kicking the door shut behind him.
The whole place was lit up with candles. Rose petals littered the floor, leading up the stairs and, what she assumed would be into a bedroom.
“Az,” she cried, eyes wide in astonishment. “Did you do this?” she asked as he set her back on her feet.
His hands came down onto her shoulders, thumbs swooping over the bare skin. “I had some help,” he admitted. “After our poker game last night, the guys helped me set up the candles. Nuala and Cer came in during the reception to sprinkle the rose petals and light everything.”
“It’s beautiful,” she told him. And it was, completely and totally romantic. Turning to face him, she kissed him hard. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, stroking his.
Azriel gripped her rear end, molding the flesh to his scarred palms and making her whimper. He sucked her bottom lip between his teeth, the sensation pulling a heeding sound from her throat. Breaking off the kiss, Az took her hand and led her up the stairs toward the bedroom.
The bed wasn’t their usual size, but Elain had no doubt he could worship her like how she imagined he would.
Taking his phone from his pocket, Az turned on the same music they had playing all evening.
Her lips quirked up in the corner. “Setting the mood?”
He chuckled. “Something like that.” Azriel flicked his wrist in a circular motion. “Turn around.”
She did as requested, turning to give him access to her back.
His fingers slid into her thick, soft hair, plucking the loose flowers from her locks. He pulled the pin from her knot, letting the rest of her hair drape down her back. Gently, those scarred fingers grazed over her scalp, massaging.
Elain hummed in pleasure.
Azriel swept her hair over her shoulder, giving him access to the line of buttons that ran down her spine. He took his time opening each one, kissing at the patch of creamy skin it revealed as he went until he reached the final one just above the swell of her ass. “May I?” he asked her, fingering the delicate straps.
She nodded. “Please.”
Azriel slowly dragged her dress down her body, offering his shoulder to help her step out of it. His eyes dragged over every inch of the white lingerie she wore, all the way down to the cobalt-colored garter that adorned her luscious thigh. “Fuck me, Elain,” he groaned, moving to hang her dress up before turning to look back at her.
She appreciated he took extra care to hang her dress so it wouldn’t get ruined. Flashing him with a mirthful smile, she said, “I plan to.”
His long, powerful legs swallowed the space between them in two single strides as he crashed their lips together, nudging her toward the bed and carefully laying her down on top of it. He kissed her deeply, with long, sensual strokes from his tongue until their mouths were bruised and swollen. His hands swept over her body, feeling the texture of the lace. “I believe I was supposed to take this off with my teeth,” he mumbled against her lips, thumbing the garter.
He kissed down her body, in the valley between her breasts, over the soft swell of her tummy, across her hip, and down her thigh to where the garter sat, leaving little marks as he went. She squirmed under his machinations, but he didn’t let up, taking his time with each place he sucked a bruise onto. His teeth clamped down on the frilly fabric, slowly dragging it down her knee, her calf, and off her foot, tossing it over his shoulder.
She laughed at the audacity of it.
Gripping her hips, he made his way back up her body, only stopping at her neck to lick and suck at her delicate skin.
Elain’s fingers got to work, shoving his jacket off his shoulders, followed by his tie from around his neck, but he stopped her from tossing it on the floor.
Taking the silk fabric, he smirked, telling her, “We’ll save this for later,” and set it aside on the bed.
Heat pooled between her legs at the promise. As of now, he had yet to tie her up, but Elain wouldn’t lie and say the idea hadn’t crossed her mind. To be immobilized by him and only him made her blood heat.
Sensing her growing need, he rolled his hips into hers, giving her just a taste of what was to come.
Azriel didn’t seem to know where to touch her first, so he kept his hands moving in possessive little touches across her body. Pinching her nipples, gripping her hips, spreading her lush thighs apart so he could settle more firmly into their cradle. No matter what he did, it just made her ache for him.
She needed to feel him. Feel his skin on hers, sliding against the lace of her lingerie. “Az,” she whined. “Take it off, please. I want to feel you.” Elain pushed at his shirt, trying to unbutton it.
He obliged her, rising to shed his button-up, and then flicked open his belt to strip out of his pants. Az seemed to care much less about his expensive suit than her dress, tossing the garments onto the floor. In his boxers only, he crawled over her.
Her hands scratched at his skin, sliding up his sides to hook around his shoulders. Elain prided herself in knowing his body thoroughly. She knew every scar, every ridge, every whorl of ink. So, when he lay back on top of her, she immediately noticed something new on his chest.
“You look so fucking beautiful, Elain,” he groaned into her neck, sucking on her pulse point.
But her hands were on his shoulders, pushing him up to get a better look at whatever he had added to his chest. Her eyes went wide in shock, finger tracing the new whorl of ink on his pectoral, right over his heart. Because, holy fuck, that was her name he added. “When did you get this?” she asked, her eyes flicking up to his in wonderment.
A smile curved up the corner of his mouth. “A few days ago.” Which, kind of explained why she hadn’t seen it since they agreed to hold off on sex the past week to make tonight more special. And why he wore a T-shirt to bed the last few nights.
“It’s my handwriting,” she deadpanned. How did he have this perfectly done?
A blush heated his cheeks as he looked down at her with such love and devotion, she felt it in the very marrow of her bones. “I took a photo of your signature on our marriage license and sent it to the artist to create a stencil. I wanted your essence imprinted on me forever. Your handwriting, your name, permanently marked over my heart where you belong.”
Elain was desperately trying to swallow the emotion that had choked her. This man. This wonderful, incredible, selfless man tattooed her name on his body to always keep her close to his heart. She didn’t think she could love him any more than she already did, but he continuously proved her wrong.
Leaning her head forward, she kissed him right over that ink, then cupped his face in her palms; let her thumbs trace lightly over the apples of his cheeks. “Make love to me, Azriel.”
He didn’t need to be told twice, taking her hands from his face and lacing their fingers together by the side of her head. He sucked and licked the soft swells of her breasts, plumped up from the lingerie she was still wearing. His mouth attached to her nipple through the lacy fabric, pulling the point deep into his mouth until her back arched.
She raised her hips, rubbing them together. The wet spot on her panties would’ve told him just how desperate she was for him. It matched the one on his boxer briefs.
Az released her hands to work on the straps of her lingerie, pulling the white lace off her until she was completely bare before him. His thumb gently stroked her slit, grazing her clit just so, sending bolts of pleasure through her body.
Elain’s fingers slid into his dark locks, mussing them as she tugged him closer to where she needed him.
“Tell me what you want me to do, El,” he groaned, sliding his nose into the crease of her thigh.
A hot, needy sound tumbled from her throat, but she said the words that she knew would elicit actions. “Feast, husband.”
He growled, lapping at her entrance before plunging his tongue inside of her. He licked and slurped at her like she was the last thing he’d ever eat. It felt so good, she was nearly delirious with pleasure. Sliding two fingers into her, he pumped slowly, stretching her. “You’re so fucking close already, I can feel you quivering around my hand.”
Elain threw her head back, eyes squeezed shut as she focused on the pull, deep in her gut. Her hips undulated into him and she tugged his head down to where she needed him. Wanted him. “Please, Az,” she cried.
Knowing exactly what she was asking for, he sucked her clit between his teeth, finally drawing her to the brink, and pushing her off.
Elain shattered on his tongue, screaming out his name and tightening her grip on his hair hard enough that he groaned against her, the vibrations sending her spiraling.
He didn’t stop until she went limp, licking every drop she gave him. Azriel looked up at her from between her legs, her release dripping off his lips, and fuck, did the sight have her body trembling for more.
Using his hair as leverage, she pulled him up her body until she could kiss him. Elain moaned at the taste of herself on his tongue.
Brushing hair off her forehead, he smiled down at her. “Hi, wife.”
Those words made butterflies erupt in her stomach, her heart pounding against her ribcage. Azriel could’ve made his vow to her from that look alone, with so much love and longing, Elain knew he was feeling the same emotions as she was.
She reached down, cupping him in her small palm and earning a hiss as he pumped into her hand.
“Still need more from me?” he teased.
“I need everything from you.”
Heat flashed in his eyes. Crawling off her, he stripped out of his boxers, that last piece of clothing between them, then resituated himself between her legs. Azriel rubbed himself over her drenched slit, coating him in her release and adding friction to her clit.
Elain’s head tipped back as a moan crested from her lips.
He took advantage of the exposed skin, attaching his mouth to her neck and sucking a bruising mark into her skin. She loved his love bites, loved when he covered her in his marks like he was staking a claim.
Blindly reaching, Az grabbed the tie from the other side of the bed and held it between them. “Do you trust me?”
The corner of Elain’s lips quirked up. “A little late asking me that since I just married you.”
He pinched her butt cheek in reprimand making her squeal.
“Yes, of course, I trust you.”
“Give me your hands.” It was a soft command, but she listened, bringing her palms forward and presenting them to him. Azriel wrapped the small end of his tie around her, binding her arms together at her wrists with the soft silk. “Is that too tight?” he asked, sliding a finger under the fabric.
She shook her head. “No.”
He kissed her fingers. “If you become uncomfortable at all, tell me.” And then he pushed her arms above her head. “Don’t move these.”
Elain felt herself shudder, stretching out her body as he leaned over her again, mouth going straight for her neck. Her husband’s neck kink was out in full force that night and she loved every bite, every swipe of his tongue on the sensitive skin.
His hips rutted into her, sliding himself through her lower lips and coating his cock with her arousal.
It was heavenly. From the sensual tug of his teeth and the friction he applied between her legs, Elain felt herself slicken even further. “Azriel,” she groaned, arms aching to go around his neck but remaining still above her head. “Please. I need you inside me.”
Grabbing her plump thigh, he hefted it onto his shoulder, splitting her open. The head of his cock nudged at her entrance before he rolled his hips, sliding into her with ease.
Her back arched as he entered her, his grunts of pleasure from her clenching around him only enticed her further.
“El, fucking hell. If you keep doing that, I’m going to come before I’m even seated,” he complained, lips pulling her pert nipple into his mouth and sucking.
She couldn’t stop the cry from escaping her as he filled her to the brim. His cock sheathed in her warm heat was better than any feeling. She couldn’t explain how the fullness made her whimper from pleasure but also feel at home at the same time. Elain wrapped her other leg around his hips, urging him to move.
And move he did. Long, slow thrusts had her seeing stars when he hit that spot deep inside her. Everything he gave her was measured, from how far he pulled out, to how fast he pushed himself into her.
She needed him harder. Deeper. “Fuck me, Azriel. Like you mean it,” she growled.
His teeth bit down on her nipple in reprimand and, fuck, did she feel it everywhere. Pain mixed with pleasure. But he did as she demanded, snapping his hips into hers and building her up, up, up until she teetered on the edge of her pleasure.
He released her nipple, lips traveling up her jaw to find her own as he thrust into her again. Az grabbed the large end of his tie, wrapped it around his hand, and pinned it to the wall as he fucked her harder, the headboard slamming into the plaster with enough force to leave a dent.
But she didn’t care. She didn’t care about the goddamn wall, or how her arms ached, or that their family might hear them if they were still outside. All she cared about was the wonderful, delicious feeling that grew low in her belly.
Azriel’s tongue licked up her neck, sucking her delicate skin. He angled his hips up to catch her clit with every thrust. It was what she needed to send her shattering into a million little pieces.
Elain’s cries were smothered by his mouth like he wanted to swallow every sound she made.
It only took a few more thrusts before he careened into his orgasm, spilling himself deep inside her, her body milking him.
Azriel collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily into her neck as she fought to catch her own. He brought his arm down, pulling her hands until he could slip his head between her arms. She carded her fingers through his damp hair, scratching at his scalp. He hummed in contentment.
They lay there for a while, snuggled into each other’s embrace, Elain brushing her lips on the top of his head.
After a few moments, he was tugging himself out of her sensitive center, kissing the wince away before sliding out of her arms and sitting up. Az carefully untied her silk from her wrists, dropping, even more, kisses to where they had been bound. “How was that?”
She hummed, a soft smile painted on her lips as she circled her free wrists. “That was better than amazing.”
“Better than amazing, hmm?” he murmured, nudging his nose into her cheek.
Affectionate Azriel was one of her favorites—his need for physical touch after they had sex always led to some cuddling. So, she was quite surprised when he began climbing off her. “Where are you going?” she complained, reaching out for him, but her weary arm fell to the mattress with a thud.
He chuckled, leaning down to kiss her lips once more. “I’ll be right back.” Azriel walked over to his suitcase, sitting in the corner of the room.
Elain rolled onto her side, propping her head on her fist, and watched him stoop down. “Nice ass, husband.”
Her comment had him laughing, deep and full-bellied. He glanced over his shoulder at her, humor dancing in those dark eyes. Grabbing whatever he needed from his bag, he walked back over to her with a mischievous grin. “Since this is our wedding night, I thought we could make it traditional in that we take your last virginity.”
She raised a brow. “Virginity? Az, what are you talking—” Elain paused, taking in the items he presented to her in his palms. The pink vibrator, a tube of lube, and a plug were cradled in his hands. “You want to take my ass?” she asked in disbelief.
“You make it sound so dirty,” he snickered, kneeling on the bed. “And only if you want to. I know we’ve discussed it lightly before, but I brought everything we’d need if you want to explore it.”
Pink rushed to her cheeks, dripping down her chest. She’d be lying if she said the idea hadn’t prickled her curious mind. Whenever he touched her there, her pleasure always intensified. It felt so forbidden, but so right at the same time. Her eyes traveled from the items still in his palms back to his face. “Okay,” she breathed.
Setting everything on the bed, he kissed her belly, smiling into her skin. “My good girl,” he murmured, the words igniting something inside her. “On your knees.”
Elain rolled over, rising onto all fours. Her stomach clenched in anticipation.
Az placed another kiss at the bottom of her spine, kneading her behind. “You have less give back here, so we’re going to take this nice and slow. But I need you to tell me when it’s getting close to being too much to handle, and when you’ve reached your limit. We don’t go past anything that you’re uncomfortable with. Okay?”
She nodded, flipping her hair over her shoulder to look back at him. “I understand.”
“Good girl. We’ll start with my fingers to get you stretched, then I’m going to try and insert this plug.” He leaned over her to show her the plug again. Elain ran a finger over the cool metal. “First off,” he started, setting the plug back on the bed, “we need to get you stimulated.” Azriel slid two fingers inside of her, wetting them with their combined releases.
Elain moaned as he thrust into her, filling her, stretching her. Pulling his digits from her cunt, her body clenching around nothing, he then slowly inserted the toy. They had only played with it a few times, but it had become one of her favorite things to pull out when they got hot and heavy. She waited in baited silence for that first vibration, jolting at the first flick from his fingers on his phone. Hips stuttering, she bowed her head, moaning.
“Easy, love,” he murmured, stroking up to her rosebud. Az worked her opening with his two fingers. The squeeze was tight, but then she felt him add a generous amount of lube, slickening her hole and allowing him to slip in both digits to his knuckle.
She whimpered, rocking back onto his hand. The sensation of his fingers pumping in and out of her, the vibrations from the toy in her pussy had her sprinting towards her next orgasm.
But as soon as he felt her crest, Az pulled out of her behind.
Elain was close to crying out when she felt the plug being pushed into her gaping back hole. Holy fuck, the plug was larger than his two fingers. She whimpered as her body stretched to accommodate the toy, bordering on painful.
“You’re doing so well, my good girl. Breathe, love.”
She took shallow breaths, eyes screwing shut. “Az,” Elain cried out his name. “It hurts.” Her fingers tightened on the sheets beneath her palms.
Immediately he pulled back slightly, giving her body some relief. “Do you want to stop, Elain?”
Did she want to stop? No—she didn’t. Elain wanted this. “No,” she breathed, head bowing. “Just give me a second.”
He kissed her sweaty back, reaching between her legs her to lazily rub at her clit.
“How much further until the plug is seated?” she panted, glancing over her shoulder at him.
Azriel’s burning gaze was already on her face, the hunger she saw nearly made her quiver. “About a half inch until you reach the jewel. Once it’s in, it shouldn’t hurt anymore.”
Elain swallowed, nodding. “Okay, go ahead.”
“Are you sure, El? We don’t have to do this.”
She reached back, grabbed his knee—the only thing she could grasp—and squeezed it. “I’m okay. I want to continue.”
Adding more lube to her back entrance, he continued, twisting the plug back and forth to add to the pleasurable sensation.
The break was exactly what her body needed, because, after another moment or two, Elain felt the plug settle into her ass. She moaned, toes curling at feeling so full.
“Good fucking girl,” Az groaned, circling her clit with his fingers. “You did so well, my love. Let’s get you to come, shall we?” Kicking up the vibrator, he gently tugged on the plug, not pulling it out but giving her a sensation of a thrust.
Her body shook, teetering on the edge of her orgasm. “Az, I’m so close. Please, please.” Tears rolled down her cheeks from the pleasure she felt. That deep pull in her backside, the vibrations. Everything inside her was pulled taut and ready to snap. So, when he twisted the plug, Elain shattered in a way she had never done before.
She screamed, her body quaking around everything. Wetness poured out from around the vibrator, coating her thighs. Unable to hold herself up anymore, she collapsed, face first, into her pillow, forcing Azriel to let go of the plug lest he accidentally pull it out of her.
Elain shook, and shook, and shook, the aftershocks of her orgasm running up and down her spine like ocean waves crashing along the shore.
His body sidled up behind her, tugging her limp form into his arms to whisper words of comfort into her hair.
“Turn it off,” she panted, the stimulation overwhelming enough that it was too much.
He moved quickly, releasing her to sit up and grab his phone.
Elain whimpered when the toy was switched off, her sensitive center aching. She was gathered back into his arms, her back pressed into his chest. His hard cock was digging into her backside, thankfully not adding any pressure to the plug.
She panted heavily, her entire body unnaturally boneless. It almost felt like she was hovering just outside of her physical form, not quite drifting back down from her high.
Azriel ran his scarred hands over her curves, soothing her to finally come back to him. he planted kisses on her shoulder, her neck, wherever he could reach with his mouth while keeping her secure in his embrace. “I’m here, El. Just breathe,” he murmured into her hair, making sure she could feel his presence.
It could’ve been minutes or hours before she finally collected enough pieces of herself to twist her neck and look at him over her shoulder.
A dopey smile was on his face at her blissed-out state. “Hello, love,” he whispered, gently kissing her lips.
“How long have we been laying here?” she asked, genuinely curious if she passed out.
He kissed her cheek. “About fifteen minutes.”
That had her blinking. She’d been out of it for fifteen minutes? Holy fuck.
His low chuckle had her eyes snapping back to his. “That was a rather intense orgasm for you. It’ll take a while for you to come down from it,” Az explained, reaching over her to cup the side of her cheek. His thumb swooped over her skin and she couldn’t help but lean into his touch. “How are you feeling?”
How did she feel? Elain wasn’t quite sure she could explain it, to be honest, but she tried anyways. “I feel—” she weighed her words, trying to find the best ones, “light, I suppose is a good way to put it. Like I drifted out of my body.”
“Did you enjoy it?” Of course, he would ask her that.
“It was overwhelming, but yes, I enjoyed it. A lot. I’ve never felt anything like that before.” Elain reached for his hand, lacing their fingers together. “Just give me a couple more minutes and then we can continue.”
He squeezed her palm. “Baby, we don’t need to go any further tonight. You’ve already been through a lot and I don’t want you pushing it—”
“I’m not, Az,” she interrupted him. “I want to try it with you. I’ve got one more in me tonight, but that’s it. And I want to share it with you.”
It was obvious he wanted to protest, but she didn’t let him. “You’ve only come once tonight. I want to be the reason you do it again. Please, Az. Just try. I’ll tell you if I can’t handle it.”
Scarred fingers brushed her hair behind her ear. “Okay, let me go get a towel before we attempt to pull the plug out.” He dropped another kiss on her shoulder. “I’ll be right back.” Sliding off the bed, Azriel padded to the bathroom, bringing back two bath towels.
She watched him place one at the end of the bed, and then unfolded the other, sliding it partially under her hips.
At her questioning look, he told her, “It might get a little messy and I’d rather not have to change the sheets tonight when we’re finished.”
“You’re not going to put me on my knees again?”
He resumed his position behind her. “No, I don’t think you have the energy for that right now. So, I’ll take you like this.” Propping her knee up, he traced the pads of his fingers over her hip, sliding until her could toy with her clit, lightly circling it. “Tell me when you’re ready. I’ll put the vibrator back on but will keep it low.”
Elain took a steadying breath. He was right, she didn’t have the energy to keep herself upright and she was incredibly thankful that Az could read her body better than she could. “I’m ready,” she said with conviction.
His thick arm slid under her waist, coming up to cup her breast, pinching her nipple just enough to send bolts of pleasure through her body.
She whimpered, pressing herself further into the cradle of his hips.
“Touch yourself for me,” he ordered, taking her hand when she brought it between her legs and showing her just how much pressure to apply. “Good girl. Just like that.” Releasing her, he reached back for his phone, kicking on the vibrator to a low setting.
Elain sucked in a breath, her body still slick with her arousal. When she felt the twisting on the plug, she couldn’t stop the low moan from escaping her throat.
“You’re doing so well, love. Just breathe for me. Nice and slow.”
Doing as he told her, she inhaled slowly, breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth as he carefully pulled the plug from her ass. As soon as it was gone, Elain whined, her body clenching around the open air.
Azriel cursed into her shoulder, applying lube to his hard cock. “Your body is begging for me, love,” he groaned, nudging the head at her back hole. He grabbed her thigh, hauling her bent leg into the air and exposing her to the cool air. “Tell me when you need me to stop.”
She didn’t. Elain relaxed her body as best as she could, taking him inch by glorious inch as he rocked himself into her. She reached back, gripping his hair at the scalp and holding him into her neck while he sunk deeper and deeper until she felt her rear end pressed into the cradle of his hips.
“Fuck, El,” he moaned. “You’re so fucking tight.”
Elain couldn’t form words. She was delirious with pleasure, edged with pain, and everything in between. It was life-altering, how full she felt with his cock buried into her ass. Nothing could compare to how good it felt to have him like this.
When he started to move, the only sounds she could form were heavy breaths and low moans. Her mind was a kaleidoscope of color as he thrust into her, his fingers digging into the back of her knee, holding her open for him.
His strokes were measured and deep, sliding nearly all the way out, and pushing in until he hit a spot inside her that had her gasping every time.
She needed more. She needed it faster. She needed to come. “Harder, Az,” she cried out, her face burying into her shoulder.
He picked up the pace, snapping his hips into her, his mouth latching itself onto her the back of her shoulder.
Oh, gods. Oh, gods, it was so good. Her hand left her clit to clutch the edge of her pillow, but he quickly replaced it, releasing her breast to slide his fingers down between her legs, tightening his circles on her.
Elain sobbed in pleasure, climbing higher and higher. It was too much. It wasn’t enough. She couldn’t think straight. Her name…what was it? Oh, fuck, he felt so good. She had no idea it could feel like this. “So good,” she moaned pathetically. Her body had turned to putty beneath his careful hands and his hard cock. Another whimper passed between her parted lips as she climbed up to the top of her orgasms, teetering on the edge of something she’d never felt before.
Azriel brushed his mouth to the shell of her ear. “I’ve got you, baby. Let go for me.”
His gruff words were her undoing as Elain dove headfirst into the largest orgasm she’d ever experienced. She squeezed the hair between her fingers, hard enough that he grunted into her neck, but she didn’t let go—couldn’t let go as she fell, fell, fell, all while he fucked her ass harder and faster, prolonging her pleasure.
Her face was soaked with tears, body pulsing around his cock.
It only took another thrust or so before Azriel came with a shout, pushing himself as deep into her as he could go to spill inside of her, claiming her ass as his. Her body convulsed around him, taking everything he offered her and more.
The sweat between their bodies rolled over her skin, but she didn’t care. She was too far lost in her mind to worry about anything but how incredible she felt.
His hot breath panted over her shoulder as he gently laid her leg over her body, keeping her knee still bent. Grabbing his phone, he switched off the vibrator. Az gave her a while to catch her breath, before he murmured into her ear, “I’m going to pull everything out. Slow breaths, love.” The words rattled in her skull but didn’t fully register. She was too lost in the sensations.
Bringing her leg back up, he reached between her thighs and gently tugged out the toy. It didn’t stop the whimper from escaping her lips.
“Easy, baby. We’re almost finished,” he whispered, his voice velvety soft and covering her like a warm blanket.
Removing himself from her behind was another story. Her body clamped onto him, causing her to cry out from her sensitive hole.
He slowed his movements, stroking her hips soothingly. “Relax, El. I need you to relax.” His hands gently swept over her body, helping her body come down.
She did, inhaling deeply until he managed to pull himself free. Elain felt incredibly empty without him in her, missing it already, but was too exhausted for anything else tonight.
Azriel pulled himself from behind her, leaning over her body to kiss her cheek. “Don’t fall asleep. We need to clean up first. I’m going to start the bath.” Gripping her chin, he turned her head and dropped a kiss on her swollen lips, smiling down at her before padding into the bathroom.
Elain heard the water turn on and then him rummaging through the drawers, looking for something if she had to guess. Frankly, she didn’t care. She just wanted to sleep. But as soon as she started to drift off, Az was hauling her into his chest, her arms sliding around his neck.
The scalding water made her flinch when it touched her overly sensitive butt. She whimpered again, tightening her hold on him.
Az hushed her, murmuring sweet nothings into her ear as he slowly sank into the tub.
Fuck she was so sore, but the heat of the water felt so good too. She nuzzled into his neck before allowing him to twist her on his lap so she sat between his legs. Elain rested her head on his shoulder while he washed her down.
“You did so well tonight, love. I’m proud of you,” he told her, kissing her temple. “Are you feeling all right?”
Elain hummed in contentment. “Fine, just tired.”
His chuckle reverberated through her spine. “We’ll get to bed soon. I need to clean up the mess first and blow out all the candles. Do you think you can manage sitting in the tub a bit longer while I take care of that?”  
“Mhmm.” She had no energy for anything else.
His soft laughter chased her in her dreams. Elain felt him climb out from behind her, carefully laying her back against the edge. “Don’t fall asleep, El.”
Good luck with that, she wanted to say but couldn’t. Her eyes had already drifted shut, but she could hear him opening the slider to the small balcony, letting in the fresh air, and then collecting all the items from their bed. She peaked an eye open, seeing him drop the toys in the sink to clean them.
Az didn’t bother to dress, standing nude at the counter as he took care of everything.
Gods, she loved him. He always did everything for her so she never had to worry about anything after sex.
Turning to face her, he grabbed a towel and knelt by the edge of the tub. “All right, love. Can you stand for me so I can dry you off?” He popped the drain, gripping her under the elbow to help her to her feet.
Elain swayed dangerously, making him lurch to hold her under her arm so she didn’t slip.
Az dried her off as best as he could, tossing the wet towel over to the sink before lifting her back into his arms and carrying her into bed, sliding them both under the covers he had pulled down.
She snuggled into his chest, lips pressing over his heart where her name was permanently tattooed. “I love you, Azriel.”
He held her close kissing the top of her head. “Sleep, my beautiful wife.”
But she was already gone, pulled by exhaustion into a dreamless slumber.
~~~~~
Azriel woke to sunlight streaming in from the white curtains across the balcony slider. The rays reflected in Elain’s golden-brown hair, strewn across her pillow. His beautiful, naked wife was curled up on her side, her back pressed into his chest. He was pretty sure his left arm was completely dead, but he didn’t care. Not when he woke up to her every goddamn morning of every day.
She was his wife.
Fuck, she was his wife.
He couldn’t believe he got to call her that forever now. Az didn’t know who he should be thanking for it, but he sent up his prayers to anybody who would listen. His arms were banded around her, one across her chest, the other slung over her waist. He tightened his hold on her, nuzzling deeper into her jasmine and honey scent. She always smelled so good.
The faint laughter of their family told him that they should probably get up soon—join them for breakfast before the jet flew everyone home. He and Elain were going to stay here for a few days before starting on their three-week honeymoon. They were flying to the Winter District first, staying in this dome-like cabin under the northern lights. From there, they would travel to the Spring District to go through its impressive rose gardens. Elain had always wanted to see them and he was obliged to give that to her.
Three whole weeks to themselves. Three weeks of traveling across the country, taking in different sights, sounds, and tastes.
Speaking of tastes, Azriel was greedy for the delicate taste of his wife. Breakfast before breakfast, he told himself, leaning in to kiss her bare shoulder. When she didn’t stir, he moved further into the junction of her neck. He swept his hands over her body, the black band on his fourth finger catching the morning rays.
Elain shifted then, murmuring something in her sleep. Still, she didn’t fully wake.
So, he moved his lips to her nape, kissing her there and nudging his nose into her.
She sighed softly, rolling back into his chest to look up at him. Elain flashed him a sleepy smile. “Good morning, husband.” Her voice was a whisper on the morning breeze.
Gods, when she called him that…he had never felt happiness like this. “Good morning, wife,” he told her, tone husky as he leaned down to claim her lips.
Elain responded to his ministrations eagerly, allowing him to roll on top of her. Her fingers wove into his mussed hair. “What time is it?” she asked as he kissed down her throat to the center of her chest.
Az looked up at her, her brown eyes already dark with lust. “Mid to late morning if I had to take a guess. Everyone else is up. I can hear them.” His tongue darted out to lap at her nipple, sucking the point deep into his mouth.
She sucked in a breath, arching into him and pushing her breast further between his teeth. “Az,” she moaned.
He slipped further down her body, settling between her thighs. His thumb stroked her slit, feeling the wetness that had gathered there already. “Hush, love. You have to be quiet or our family is going to hear you while I enjoy my breakfast.”
At the first swipe of his tongue, Elain clapped a hand over her mouth, eyes screwing shut.
Azriel chuckled against her, throwing her legs over his shoulders and setting a brutal pace. He licked her entrance, plunging his tongue in and out of her, then slid up her slit to suck her clit.
Elain grabbed a handful of his hair, moaning against her palm as she writhed against his mouth, fucking herself on his tongue.
He loved when she took her pleasure from him, rode him to her heart’s content like she was doing now.
With her grip on him, Elain undulated her hips into him, positioning his mouth where she wanted him—needed him. When she tugged him to her clit, he sucked it hard, careening her into her orgasm.
She came with a muffled cry, body going limp into the mattress.
Swiping his tongue up her slit one more time, Azriel kissed his way back up her body, bringing his mouth to hers and letting her taste herself.
Elain hummed, hooking an ankle over his hip and flipping them over. Straddling his waist, she kissed him again. “My turn.” Following a similar path he took, Elain made her way down to his aching cock, at attention and eagerly waiting for his wife’s delectable mouth.
“Fuck, Elain,” he groaned at the first lick.
She smirked at him from between his legs. “Quiet now. You don’t want our family to hear you while I eat my breakfast,” Elain teased, repeating his words back to him.
“Let them,” he growled, sucking in a breath when she swallowed him whole. Fuck, he brushed the back of her throat in her bobbing. Azriel grabbed her hair, holding it at the back of her head and off his thighs. He wanted to watch her suck him.
And suck him she did. Elain’s cheeks hallowed, taking him deep into her mouth and swirling her tongue around his shaft. The warmth was fucking heavenly. “Baby, I’m going to come,” he warned her, feeling the pull low in his belly.
It should be embarrassing how quickly he’d orgasm when she put her mouth on him, but frankly, he didn’t care about staving off when she fucked him with her mouth. It felt too good to stop. “El…”
Feeling him at the precipice of his orgasm, she took him as deep as her throat would allow, finishing him off with a final draw from her mouth.
Az came with a groan, spilling down her throat.
Elain pulled off him with an audible pop, swallowing everything he gave her.
Fuck he loved her. He said as much, grabbing her under his arms and hauling her up his body to kiss her roughly. “You have no idea how much I want to be buried inside of you right now, but we should probably get down there to see the family off. I have housekeepers coming today to clean this place.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck. “We should definitely put away the toys from last night before they get here.”
He laughed, alerting the others to their woken state because a few minutes later, Cash was banging on the front door, shouting, “Lovebirds, get up! I’ve got breakfast ready.”
“We’re coming!” he growled back, making Elain giggle into his chest. “Come on wife, let’s get dressed.”
Half an hour later, they were cleaned up, dressed, and making their way across the yard to the back patio where his brother had served up a ton of food. Bacon, eggs, potatoes, toast, fruit, and every breakfast drink you could imagine.
Azriel pulled out a chair at the table for Elain, pushing her in before taking a seat next to her. He grabbed platters of food, piling various things onto her plate before his own.
“Elain, you look incredibly well-rested,” Cassian said.
He froze in the middle of scooping fruit, eying his brother in suspicion.
El blinked at his brother. “I am Cash. Thank you.”
He knew it wasn’t a compliment based on the tone of voice. “Cash, if you ever want to have children again, I suggest you not voice whatever is sitting on the tip of your tongue,” he warned.
His wife glanced at him, brows furrowed. “What?”
But Cassian just threw an arm around Nesta’s shoulders, smirking. “I’m just saying, if she’s well-rested, then you must’ve not done your job last night well enough.”
Elain’s cheeks turned pink at the comment, but before he could throw the platter at his ass of a brother, she said, “Cash, perhaps you shouldn’t be so boastful. You should know that women tell each other everything.” Elain propped her cheek on her fist, staring his brother down. “And I mean, everything.”
He glanced at her, unsure of whatever it was she had on his brother, but he was curious. And the look that Cash shot her was not one of pride, but rather one of caution.
“You don’t know anything,” he dared.
His wife’s smile was nothing short of chilling.
“Oh, really? I wouldn’t be so quick, to assume.”
Cassian’s face went pale and he whipped his head to Nesta who was trying not to smile, patting her daughter’s back. “You told her?!” he accused.
Nesta buried her face into the side of Sutton’s head, trying to hold back her laugh.
Feyre raised a glass across the table. “I can back, Elain.” The younger Archeron winked at his wife, sipping from her mimosa.
Cash gaped at the three women. “I can’t believe you told them,” he grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest like a petulant child.
Nesta patted his thigh. “It was years ago, babe. Who cares?”
“I care,” he muttered, looking put out.
Azriel reached under the table to grip Elain’s thigh, pouring her a mimosa from the pitcher on the table.
She slid her hand into his, lacing their fingers together. Picking up her glass, she clinked it on his, her smile brighter than pure sunshine.
He couldn’t stop himself from leaning down to kiss her, oblivious to the whoops and hollers from their family. Az ignored all of that and just let himself enjoy the moment with his gorgeous wife.
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A few hours later, the newly married couple was lying on the beach, soaking up the sun’s warmth. He had dragged out two lounge chairs, sitting them side by side in the sand. Elain looked ridiculously good in her high-waisted bikini.
He had thoroughly ravished her body last night, her creamy skin plastered with his claiming marks. A few were covered by the swimsuit, but the ones on her neck, her ribcage, between the swells of her breasts remained visible.
Fuck she looked sexy covered in his bites.
And Elain didn’t seem to mind them showing, walking out of the house with the confidence of a queen.
Az had groaned at the sight of her. “I did a number on your body,” he’d told her.
She simply smirked, stating, “Perhaps you can add another one later.” Then she handed him the bottle of sunscreen and asked him to lather her back up.
He definitely did more than just her back, kneeling to cover her gorgeous legs, her toned arms, her ample chest, and her lithe waist. She laughed when his fingers slipped into her bikini top, asking him what he was doing. “Making sure my wife doesn’t get burned.”
Elain could only shake her head at his antics.
Laying out, she had tipped her floppy hat down, shading her face as she napped, the book she’d been reading discarded in the sand underneath her chair.
Noticing the pinkening on her stomach, Azriel got up, grabbing the bottle of sunscreen to rub more on her.
She jolted slightly at the contact.
“You’re getting pink,” he explained, spreading the white cream over her body. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
Elain hummed, running her hand up his arm. Quick as a flash, she pulled his Ray Bans off his face.
He gave her an exasperated look. “What are you doing?” Az laughed.
“Here, you can wear mine,” she said, holding out her pink aviators to him and pushing his onto her nose.
Huffing, he grabbed hers from her outstretched hand and slid them onto his face. “How do I look?”
“Fabulous,” she said, grinning.
He grabbed her waist, hauling her over his shoulder and making her squeal.
“Azriel! What are you doing?” she laughed.
“Taking my wife swimming, that’s what.”
She smacked him on the butt. “Put me down!”
“No,” he said, popping her on the ass. “And believe me, baby, if you want to start the ass-smacking, I will win.”
Azriel should’ve known that her silence wasn’t her conceding, but that wicked little mind coming up with something truly devious. He hadn’t anticipated her grabbing his hips and biting him on the cheek.
A shout sounded from his throat, and he whipped her back over his shoulder to carry her bridal style. “You little minx. Did you just bite my ass?” He stared down at her in disbelief.
“I told you to put me down. It’s your fault,” she told him, smiling sweetly.
The heated look he shot her had her squirming in his arms. “Oh, I will get even for that later tonight.” His sensual promise had blood rushing to her cheeks. Despite his desire to turn around and carry her right up to the house and fuck her senseless, he continued into the cool water, setting her on her feet about thigh deep.
Elain bent at the waist, dragging her fingers in the waves. Giving him a feline smirk, she splashed him and took off running.
Stunned for a second, Azriel ran after his wife, following the sound of her joyful laugh. When he finally caught her, he kissed her like it was his last.
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fawnandshadows · 1 year
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✨Appreciation Post✨
Hello! I hear the cool thing to do is to make a list full of Elriels, so here is an organized list of Elriels that contribute lots of art and joy to the fandom! Wanted to give my friends a little extra love today 🤍
Writers: 
@ultadverb
@mrspettyferr
@fayruh-darling
@thesistersarcheron
@batboyazriel
@shedoessoshedoes
@casuallivi
@impossiblescissorspeachpaper
@thefangirlofhp
@danydragons21
@dottielovegood
@tswaney17
@nikethestatue
@snelbz
@theladyofdeath
@rhysanoodle
Theorists: 
@merymoonbeam
@wingedblooms
@silverlinedeyes
@offtorivendell
@gopeachllama
@silverdreamscapes
@psychee92
@icedflames
@ofduskcourts
Artists:
@hollycove
@stargirl00s
@starswhogaze
@alwayssara
@livlochan
@sncinder
@sweetelains
@azrielandelain2
@swankii-art-teacher
Commissioners: 
@lesolehabitantdelalune
@leiaamidala
@elriell
@forget-me-not-s
Fun-loving shippers:
@santkazoya
@jasmine-scentedarkness
@enamoured-x
@shadowsandbloom
@dreamofdusk
@athena-85
@kayla-2
@azriel-shadowsinger
@sakurakittypeach
@emnlln
@cassianfanclub
@123moiaussi
@elvery
@feyredarlinq
@riddlecrux
@dracolovebot
@gentlehearted-kingslayer
@nyxreads
@bookstaninthesoul
This is by no means a completed list because I am sure that I have forgotten some amazing Elriel blogs, and for that I apologize! So please feel free to join in and spread the love! This list only consists of Elriels on tumblr, but feel free to link Elriels on other social media as well! <3
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elriel-month · 1 year
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28 Days🎉💙🌸
What's your favorite Elriel quote? We know, it's hard to choose just one since there are so many! 💕
Art by the incredible @sncinder, otherwise known as Bat Grandma for repping Elriel since the very beginning.
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Check out our prompts here!
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casuallivi · 2 years
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Elriel Writers Appreciation, presents:
Between Light and Shadow
Or as it is known by the close peers: BLAS. 
Listen, if you want to know how good of a banger this is, just know that I had to stop and let it pile up because I simple COULDN'T TAKE THE CLIFF HANGERS!!! @rhysanoodle​ tried to killed me several times!!! I wanted to consume this fic entirely like an addicted storming through the last 100 pages of a good book at 4 a.m knowing damn well that she has to work in the morning! But have no doubt that you'll love to be torture by our precious rhysanoodles. She can wet your imaginary panties and spike your very real blood pressure, rest assured of that! Thanks for the plot and smut, bestie  ❤ that sure is a winning combination
ps: a special shout out to the precious @sncinder  who has done the most amazing arts ever to this fantastic fic, and guess who comes out winning in this realtionship?! Oh yeah, us, the oggling readers who get to appreciate amazing fic with amazing art!
❤ I hope your muse keep shining in whatever you choose to do  ❤
(Check the link, check the fic, check your BP, enjoy 😉)
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nikethestatue · 2 years
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elriel and the word “beautiful”. that’s all.
No arguments here!
Her beauty brings kings ans shadowsingers to their knees.
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art: bethgirlbertart
@sncinder
frostbite.studios, @morgana0anagrom
hadamontt
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featherymalignancy · 2 years
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😅 🎨 😬 💥
😅 What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists?
So I’m not gonna lie, the last chapter of Tender Jar that is probably the fluffiest thing I’ve ever written, and in reading it back recently, I was definitely cringing a bit. There’s no shame in the fluff game, but it’s not my normal style and too much of it definitely makes me feel a little queasy 🤮🥴
🎨 How do you feel about fan art of your work?
It’s the best ever! @sncinder did a piece of fan art for Tender Jar back when I first wrote it like 5 years ago, and it’s still the greatest honor of my life/still something I think about all the time!
I will never say no to any artist of any level wanting to draw art of my work! It’s the best compliment and such a thrill to see the world you’ve created come to live visually!
💥How do you feel about criticism?
Generally I would say that criticism is a vital part of the creative process and you can’t get better unless you’re willing to accept constructive criticism. I’ve had plenty of criticism over my tenure as a writer that has helped me be a better storyteller, so I’m all for hearing people’s thoughts about my work.
Having said that, I am not about all the ship wars/fandom drama, so on the rare occasion I get a snarky anon looking to pick a fight, I just delete them.
Thanks for asking!
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jessread-s · 2 years
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✩🌶❤️‍🔥Bookish Merch: Tap the left photo to see what prints are included in the officially licensed “House of Sky and Breath” interactive read-along (spicy edition)! *Do not tap if you have not read “House of Sky and Breath” to avoid spoilers.* The artists commissioned by A Touch of Magic Designs absolutely killed it with this art pack! Each print is exactly how I pictured the passage it corresponds to and the spicy prints in particular are so beautifully captured that they stole my breath away upon viewing them for the first time. I am so glad I ordered the spicy edition and I hope that this option will be available for purchase if another read-along is made for the rest of the books in the “Crescent City” series. I look forward to getting more use out of this bookish purchase once the release date for book 3 is announced, because I will definitely be rereading “House of Sky and Breath” before then. 
Cross-posted to: Instagram | Amazon | Goodreads | StoryGraph
@sjmaas​ @worldofsarahjmaas​ @sncinder​ ​ @madschofield​ ​ @wictorianart​
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anabelkay · 5 years
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// Eleanor //
Drawn for @sncinder​‘s draw-this-in-your-style-challenge of her original character Eleanor - a modern day witch who grows herbs & flowers in her rooftop greenhouse under the moonlight! I love her art and was immediately inspired to draw Eleanor when I saw her - hope you like it! xx
insta . website (commission info here) .  devart . please do not repost, use, or edit in any way without written permission. reblogs appreciated ❤ Eleanor belongs to @sncinder PS & Cintiq 24 Pro
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niylah · 6 years
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December 2017 | Bitterblue [x]
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tswaney17 · 3 years
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I Do Bad Things with You Masterlist
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Summary: Elain and Azriel were high school sweethearts until Azriel unexpectedly ends their relationship after graduation. It's been ten years since they've seen or spoken to each other. But when the bank that Elain worked at part-time to pay for medical school is robbed at gunpoint, she's surprised when the criminals seem to recognize her and retreat in fear. She later finds out that Azriel is the head of the Velaris Mob and has placed her on a "do not harm" list and decides to confront the male that once held her heart. After years apart, their reconciliation is anything but easy. When a threat arises, Elain and Azriel have to figure out a way to co-exist again while not letting their history or feelings get in the way, which proves to be more of a challenge than either of them anticipated.
My fanfic account: @tswaney17fics
My ao3 account: tswaney17
Parts marked with an ** are NSFW.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19**, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23, Part 24, Part 25, Part 26, Part 27, Part 28, Part 29, Part 30**, Part 31, Part 32**, Part 33**, Part 34**, Part 35**, Part 36**, Part 37**, Part 38**, Part 39**, Part 40**, Part 41**, Part 42**, Part 43, Part 44, Part 45
IDBTWY Prequels (in chronological order)
One for the Face
Seven Minutes
Spaghetti for Two
A Cabin on the Lake
The Distance Between Us
The Vow
Gorgeous Part 9 artwork, commissioned by me from the incredible @sncinder! 💕
Amazing Part 19 artwork by the lovely @sleepylivart - Spoilers! 💕
Header mood board and ones below are made the amazing @gracie-rosee. Check out the full collection of mood boards here. 💕
A little, gorgeous, birthday art from the incredible @gracieart here. 💕
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elequinoa-world · 3 years
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Tagged by @mepheesto to share my top 8 art pieces of the year 💕
This year was definitely weird but I had more time to draw for myself and renewed with my old love for just doing random sketchy stuff and I loved that.
First pieces are my Aataveith OCs as always, managed to make full body outfits reference sheets for all main characters and I love this! Plus some individual pieces I really like!
Drew my old OC Noa and that was very cathartic ˆˆ baby finally got a real proper drawing now!!
Drew this amazing Leo star goddess and fell in love ❤️ ⭐️
And last but not least, the Rinmaru stuff. This year I met the most wonderful people on discord and I cannot describe how grateful I am that I met them. Probably would not have that much art to show if it wasn’t for them. Really gave me back my artist confidence and made amazing friends 💕 love you all ❤️ 💗 this first Thyia and Mini drawing was the start of something great 😊
Tagging @kikiokiwi @persephinae @sncinder @needlesslycryptic
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lovely-tothe-bone · 3 years
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So this post gave me an idea for a series of Haymitch art prompts. Any interest @ombradellaluna @eiramrelyat @oakfarmer12 @sncinder @iminnerdvana @rosenacree @thegirlwhowokethedreamer @the-aspen-tree @little-lynx @andytries ? If I didn't tag you I apologize! I would love to see as many people participate as possible.
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nikethestatue · 1 year
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Do you have a favorite artist in the art community on Insta?
I have a few that I really like, for different reasons.
I love @sncinder because she is just super talented and makes every piece special
I love morgana0anagrom for her very distinct style and the care and precision she puts in every artwork
Happilyeverafterreads because CHIBIS!!! (and she did a lovely illustration of my writing. Which I adore!)
jessdraw.s, theclever.crow, mageonduty, bethgilbertart, but this list could be very long because there is a lot of art that I like!
On here I love @starswhogaze and @ekbelsher
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featherymalignancy · 2 years
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Tender Jar Wingsin: Azriel’s POV
Note: This is a companion piece to Chapter IV of Tender Jar this time from Azriel’s perspective. If you haven’t read that chapter, I suggest doing first!,
Synopsis:. After Elain has a troubling vision about Lucien, Azriel and Elain travel to Spring in order to warn Lucien he may be in danger. They arrive to find that Lucien is out on a hunting trip and won’t return until the next day, forcing them to stay the night in Spring.When Elain wakes up from a nightmare, she seeks out Azriel in his chambers, noting that he’s received several injuries to his wings. Though he resists at first, Elain insists on helping him by applying ointment to the cuts, unaware of the sensuous implications of wingplay. Alone and under cover of darkness, Elain and Azriel find their desire for one another quickly overcoming their good sense….
A few notes before we begin:
There are typos in this, there always are, I will likely clean it up this weekend.
I have zero interest in the current ship war, so don’t bring that mess here. That includes Gwynriel bashing, I don’t care and I don’t want to hear it.
If you haven’t do so already, please check out the @sncinder’s incredible art of the original scene HERE
AZRIEL’S POV
Azriel was standing at his makeshift desk reading reports, trying to ignore the searing ribbons of pain shooting down his back every time he shifted his wings. It had been a long while since he’d dealt with the Naga, and he’d forgotten, upon confronting one the previous evening, just how nasty they could be.
It had been a careless mistake really; he’d simply misjudged the reach of the beast’s sharp talons after he’d chained the thing to the wall in the dungeons below the Court of Nightmares.
The real problem wasn’t the gashes; It was that he’d been distracted enough to get them in the first place. Still, he couldn’t seem to help himself. His mind had been elsewhere last night, just as it was now.
He knew he ought to be compiling Nuala and Cerridwen’s reports on Tamlin court structure, but instead he found himself worrying about Elain. Though she’d weathered Tamlin and his miserable taunts well enough in public, he’d seen what the encounter had cost her
It had been an effort to pry himself from her side earlier when she’d sat crying in her suite, but he hadn’t felt he’d had much of a choice.
What he felt for Elain—it was affection bordering on something disastrous, and much as his dark heart sometimes begged, Azriel knew it was a feeling he couldn’t indulge. He and Elain were friends, and even that felt like more than he deserved. To imagine himself as something more to her—it was an idea he rarely permitted himself to consider.
Even if she didn’t choose Vanserra—the spoiled little prick—surely she deserved more than the broken bits that Azriel had left to offer her—
Azriel’s head snapped up at the sound of knocking at the door, mouth tightening. Nuala or Cerridwen wouldn’t have bothered with such corporeal inconveniences and Elain had long since gone to bed, which meant it was either Tamlin’s lackeys looking to stir up trouble or Vanserra wishing to discuss Elain. Neither seemed particularly appealing given the hour, but not wanting a lecture from Rhys about the importance of post-war diplomacy, Azriel crossed to the door anyway, not bothering to put on a tunic as he pulled it open.
It was a decision he regretted when he saw who was standing on the other side.
Elain took in his bare chest with wide, bashful eyes, and despite the pink which sprang to her cheeks, Azriel was surprised when she didn’t immediately look away. Instead she seemed to be studying him, and he had to stifle a groan as her gaze fell to the muscles of his abdomen before eventually drifting lower and lingering for a moment on his—
Azriel could feel his body stirring under her gaze, and just as he was concerned that she may notice the change, Elain looked away.
“Forgive me,” she half-choked. “I don’t know what I was—I’ll come back in the morning!”
“Wait,” Azriel said, attempting to catch her downcast gaze without touching her. “Is everything alright?”
At this Elain slowed in her retreat, though Azriel noted how careful she was to not look at him directly this time . He couldn’t decide if he ought to feel disappointed or smugly pleased by that observation, though the flush which still clung to her cheeks made the latter desperately tempting.
“Forgive me,” Elain repeated. “Were you sleeping?”
“No,” he said. “Please, come in.”
Elain hesitated a moment before nodding, and Azriel turned to allow her room to pass by him and into the room.
He felt more than saw as Elain’s gaze fell to his bare torso again as she passed, eyes tracing the arches of his obliques and seeming to study the way they cut into his hips before disappearing into the waistband of his trousers.
After a moment her gaze flitted to his face, as if she were seeking to assure herself he hadn’t noticed where her eyes had just been. He made sure to keep his expression soft and passive as her eyes met his, cheeks growing pink again. Az he didn’t dare look any lower than her chin, not wanting to torture himself with the knowledge of whether or not that flush extended to her gorgeous breasts.
“Forgive me, “ she said a third time, looking away again. “This place is just awful and I—“
She broke off abruptly, browning knitting as her gaze seemed to snag on something over his shoulder.
“What happened to your wings?”
Azriel glanced up to see her eying the angry gashes from the Naga before attempting to close them. He didn’t want to burden her with knowledge of the gruesome task Rhys had given him yesterday, nor did he want her to worry about him.
Still, she wasn’t so easily put off, and her frown deepened when he failed to reply.
“It’s nothing,” Azriel said, subtly shifting to keep the worse of the wounds from her view. “I was—on assignment for Rhys yesterday, and they got banged up. I will put salve on them and they will be better by the morning.”
A lie, since he couldn’t reach them himself and the wraiths knew better than to offer their assistance.
Azriel didn’t like having his wings touched—most Illyrian males didn’t—and though he’d endured Madja’s hands the few times they’d been injured beyond his natural healing capabilities, he’d never allowed anyone else to touch them, even during sex.
Especially during sex.
But having Elain touch them....he’d imagined it before.
He wasn’t proud of the thoughts that sometimes crept in regarding Elain, or that he sometimes pictured her while he was alone and stroking himself. Still, even he only had so much control, and right now, godsdamn him, that control was wearing dangerously thin.
“Why didn’t you let Nualla and Cerridwen help with it when you got them yesterday?” Elain said, interrupting his depraved reverie. “They look painful.”
“It was—” he cleared throat, praying to the Mother he wouldn’t have to explain to her why he didn’t want to twins near his wings. “Not necessary,” he finished. “I can manage.”
Elain’s expression, while still concerned, was edged with exasperation now.
“But how can you possibly reach them?”
When he didn’t respond, she forged on, flush creeping back into her cheeks.
“Can I—“ she paused, trying again. "I mean, would you like me to do it? I’m already keeping you awake. I’d like to be helpful, if I can.”
“I was already awake,” he said in a soft voice. “And you know that should you need me, you can come regardless of the hour.”
“Then you should know that I will always wish help you if I can,” she countered, eyes still fixed on the wounds.
He should have known she wouldn’t go down without a fight; Elain Archeron was more tenacious than she was ever given credit for, even by him.
His pulse sped up as she took a step towards him, one which he countered with what he hoped was a casual one in the opposite direction.
“No, that's alright.” When she looked unconvinced, he added, “they barely hurt.”
Normally he would have been able to conceal the discomfort they were causing him without issue, but Elain always seemed to tie him in knots, and as a result he couldn’t surpress a slight wince as he attempted to tuck his wings farther behind his back.
Elain noted the gesture, small though it was, and step towards him again.
“Please,” she said, and the feeling of her fingers as they brushed his wrist set his skin to tingling. “Let me help.”
Azriel debated, grappling for control as Elain continued to watch him with slightly-pleading brown eyes. He knew if he put her off she’d somehow blame herself, but he also knew that if he let her touch him, touch his wings...
Azriel had always kept his more dangerous feelings for Elain on a tight leash, and to let her touch him in such a way would be akin to cutting the leash entirely. Still, he might hurt her if he refused. Besides, he’d slept terribly the night before because of the pain, and it would be nice to be free of the aggravation.
Seeing that she was gaining ground, Elain pressed her advantage.
“Please, Azriel,” she said. “ Just just let me help you.”
His name on her lips proved to be his undoing. He could no sooner deny Elain this than he could quit breathing. Clenching his jaw, he handed her the tin of salve and turned slowly to allow her access.
He could do this, he assured himself. He’d endured far worse, and he’d survived. And the scratches weren’t terribly deep. It shouldn’t take more than a few—
Azriel resolve wavered as Elain placed a gentle hand against his spine.
“Perhaps you should sit,” she said. “You’re very—“
Wordlessly he sank onto the divan, hands balled into fists as he steeled himself. He didn’t dare breathe as he listened to Elain unscrew the lid, the small exhale she gave she first touched the cold salve nearly enough to tear him in two.
“Are you ready?” She asked. “I’ll be as quick as I can.”
Not trusting himself to speak, Azriel merely nodded. He tried not to tense as he felt the warmth of her shifting closer, but it was as if his entire body had zeroed in on her proximity.
The first brush of her fingers against his right wing was ecstasy edged in finest pain, and Azriel had to bite his lip to keep from moaning. Exhaling through gritted teeth, Azriel tried to focus on the sting of the salve to keep his cock from growing hard. However, when Elain traced her finger down the newly-healed spot in wonder a moment later, he felt himself losing the battle against his mounting desire.
The blood rushed south as she migrated to a more sensitive area near the joint, and he couldn’t fight the way his breathing grew uneven.
“Am I hurting you?” Elain asked, seeming to note the change.
When he didn’t respond, Elain let her hand drop momentarily, the loss of contact both a relief and an unbearable disappointment.
“Azriel,” she repeated. “Am I hurting you?”
“No,” he finally managed, and if the situation weren’t so pathetic, it honestly might have been comical.
Azriel had survived nearly being disemboweled on the battle before, and had endured the pain with barely a wince. Now, Elain was barely touching his wings and he was going in pieces.
“I’m almost done,” she said as she resumed her work, moving to the last small gash on the inner curve of his left wing.
It was for the best, Azriel told himself as Elain worked the final cut in small, methodical circles. Only a few more seconds and he would be—
What little control he’d managed to retain splintered as Elain’s fingers accidentally brushed the nerve cluster that connected his wing to the lateral muscle. Pleasure whipped down his spine as she applied slightly more pressure to the spot, and Azriel could feel himself instantly go hard as stars mottled his vision.
The sensation had caught him off guard with its sheer intensity, and defenses shattered, Azriel wasn’t able to fend off the moan which pushed past his lips a moment later.
The sound was all that it took to break the spell.
Immediately Azriel felt his spine locking up as he struggled to take a breath. He was the worst kind of predator for allowing himself to get lost in her touch like that, and Elain—
Azriel’s stomach hollowed out as he felt the pressure of her hand fall from his back, eviscerating any hope that perhaps she simply hadn’t heard.
A surge of panic threatened to overwhelm him as he listened to Elain’s heart rate increase. He’s frightened her with his monstrous desire, and now she was likely trying to figure out to best escape him. He needed to speak, to fall to his knees and beg her forgiveness for this misunderstanding—
It was then that the scent hit him.
Feminine and light, he might not have even known what it was were it not for the distinct hint of jasmine and honey that he always associated with Elain.
Azriel could still hear the soft thunder of her heart, and he couldn’t help but wonder if it wasn’t fear that was spiking her pulse, but rather—
At the first brush of Elain’s finger along the topmost ridge of his left wing, Azriel came completely undone. No longer able to hold himself in check, he let out another moan, one which turned slightly pleading as she ran her hand along the upper wing joint, hitting the same nerve cluster she had before.
When she retraced the spot with her nails, he moaned her name instead, a pleasure he’s never allowed himself before.
All at once, he marveled that Elain was touching him while also wondering how far he ought to let this—whatever it was—go. He knew there had to be a thousand reasons to stop, but at the moment he couldn’t think of single one. All he could think about instead was Elain. He wanted to know what her mouth tasted like when he kissed her, wanted to hear the sounds she made when he pushed inside of her for the first time.
He shuddered in delight when she ran a finger down the line of text stamped along his spine, wings reflexively unfurling to give her freer access to them.
It was a marvel to Azriel that something which had been so terrifying with others—something which had lost him lovers in the past—was so easy with Elain. Letting her touch his wings felt like the most natural thing in the world, and the way she already seemed to know how he liked them touched drove him mad with desire.
Though it was far more than physical desire which surged through Azriel’s like tongues of godsflame. Azriel had known for some time now, but he’d been unwilling to admit it even to himself. There would be no denying it after tonight, though; of that much Azriel was certain.
The dark truth was that some part of Azriel had known he was in love with Elain since the day she’d been kidnapped by the cauldron—and come what may, he now knew he would love her until the very end of darkness itself.
Before this evening, Azriel had never permitted himself to imagine that Elain might ever feel the same—and even now, as Azriel sat breathing in the drugging scent of her desire—the idea set his stomach in knots.
Still, Azriel would not squander this opportunity to show Elain what is was she meant to him, even it it was only with his body. He would give her pleasure enough to eithstsnd even an immortal lifespan, and make sure she never forgot how cherished she’d been while in his arms.
Azriel’s focus fractured as Elain pressd a hot, open-mouthed kiss to his neck at the same time her fingers found newly-revealed underside of his right wing , and this time he didn’t fight his moan, or the way her kiss made his cock pulse slightly.
“Elain,” he breathed, suddenly desperate to see her face and know that she was feeling even a fraction of what he was.
He twisted to find her already watching him, pupils blown wide with desire and cheeks stained the same delicate crimson they had been practically all evening. She was the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen, and he grew increasingly breathless as he imagined all the ways he intended to worship her.
If he’d been worried that he was disproportionately eager, he needn’t of bothered. She was close enough that he could feel the tightened points of her breasts brushing against his arm with every breath, and the scent of her desire had grown richer, clinging to the air like sweet incense.
Azriel could already imagine how Elain might look draped across the lilac sheets of the bed behind them, back bowed and breasts gleaming with sweat as he feasted between her thighs.
Much as he longed to taste her more intimate fruit, it was her lips he’d dreamt of the most often. He let his eyes flick to those perfect lips now, heart beating a little faster as he watched her mouth part slightly in invitation.
“Elain,” he breathed again, leaning farther into her sensual assault on his wings as he gently hooked a finger under her chin, drawing her mouth closer to his.
One more breath. One last breath and then there would no space left between them. Azriel felt himself teetering at the edge of blissful oblivion, knowing that even one kiss from this glorious female was destined to change him forever.
He watched as her eyes fluttered closed, lashes brushing her cheeks as she pressed forward, breath caressing his waiting mouth.
I love you, Azriel thought as he curled a hand around the back of her neck. Without beginning or end, I love—
His shadows gave no indication of Nualla’s approach until it was too late.
Or perhaps they had tried, and Azriel was simply too wrapped up in Elain’s to heed them. Either way, it was Nualla’s voice which broke the spell Azriel had fallen under.
“My lady.”
Reality slammed into Azriel with brutal force, followed by a sickening wash of shame. Elain had come to him because she’d needed counsel, and instead of doing his duty and helping her, he’d attempted to seduce her.
More that that, Azriel’s carelessness could have damaged Elain’s reputation and put the newly-forged peace at risk.
Azriel was only half-listening as Nualla explained that a messenger would soon be arriving at Elain’s with a letter from Vanserra, and that she needed to be there to receive it.
He was such a godsdamned fool. If Lucien were ever to find out about what had happened between he and Elain this evening, it would be grounds for a blood duel and a possibly war among courts. Even beyond politics, what right did Azriel have to love Elain when the cauldron has already gifted her a mate?
Azriel listened as Nualla gently prompted Elain for a response. When none came, Azriel forced past the unbearable tightness in his throat to speak.
“She’s right,” he said. “You should—“ He looked down momentarily to steel his resolve before meeting Elain’s stunning doe-brown eyes. The desolate expression she wore temporarily robbed him of speech, but finally he found his voice and added, “Elain, you need to go.”
Her only response was a small step in his direction, but the shame at realizing how badly he still wanted her had him taking several more in the opposite direction.
“Now,” he breathed turning to brace his hands on the desk. “Please.”
Azriel could feel Elain straining for the words to say, and he wasn’t sure if he ought to be relieved or disappointed when she ultimately said nothing, allowing Nualla to gently steer her from the room.
It was only when he was certain she’d left that Azriel sank to his knees, heart hammering as he took measure of everything he’d just lost. How would he ever face Elain now?
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