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duskandcobalt · 6 months

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DRESS

Elain buys a dress with the sole intention of getting Azriel to take it off of her. Antics ensue. Things get slutty.

Based on Taylor Swift's 'Dress'. 6.1k words?? lmao

The second instalment in my Inspired by Music One-Shot Series :)

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Shameless smut, baby babyyyy! (18+ pls)

Taylor Swift, I'm so sorry I used your song to write about Elain and Azriel getting down and dirty but that's just how life goes.

Elain knew her plan had worked when those hazel eyes surreptitiously slid over her body for the fifth time that night.

No one else would’ve noticed the way Azriel drank her in, his eyes lingering for only a couple beats before his attention was back on the conversation at hand. But Elain noticed each and every time - felt the heat of his gaze seep through her, warming her very blood. She could almost feel the way his hands would trace over her curves if they were alone in this room, if he could lay her out on this table and take her the way she so desperately craved.

They were always careful - allowed themselves polite niceties and friendly smiles so as to maintain some level of normalcy but that was it, that was all they’d let their friends and family see.

The heated glances, the stolen touches when no one else was paying attention - that was just for them. The time they had begun spending away from the others, in his room or hers, shrouded in his shadows to mask sounds and scent - that too, was theirs alone.

But tonight, there was something different in the air between them. Something more intense.

This was dangerous territory and Elain was walking a very, very fine line.

…

It all started a week ago when she’d gone shopping with Nesta and had stumbled upon a dress. Elain had circled back to it three times as she paced the shop floor, tracing her finger over the delicate fabric before Nesta was at her side. “Just try it on, for Cauldron’s sake.”

“You don’t think it’s too… much ?” Elain questioned, nose wrinkling as she turned to face her older sister.

“I think you could pull it off.” Nesta shrugged, pulling it from the rack and handing it to Elain. Before Elain could argue back, the shopkeeper seemingly appeared from thin air to lead her towards a fitting room at the back of the small store.

Elain blushed as she turned towards the mirror and took in her reflection.

The dress was stunning, different to what she usually wore but it somehow still felt like her. It wasn’t anything that would raise eyebrows in the Night Court but it was certainly something that she never would’ve even considered wearing as a human. Would’ve thought it to be entirely too scandalous.

The sleeves were crafted from a delicate lace that clung to her arms, the corset of the top scooped much lower than she was used to and the way it was structured pushed her breasts right up, supporting them in a way that made her cleavage appear rounder and firmer than she’d ever thought possible. The bodice underneath the cups of the corset was sheer and fabricated from the same lace as the sleeves, hinting at the skin of her rib cage, the small of her waist. From there, the skirt of the dress fell all the way to the floor. The exquisite silk was cut close to her body and draped across her hips in a way that highlighted her generous, soft curves.

The cherry on top, the reason it had caught her eye in the first place, was that the garment just so happened to be the exact shade of the siphons that graced her lover’s body.

It was this last factor, coupled with the image of those siphoned hands undoing the laces at the back of the corset, that had her swallowing her nerves and walking out of the store with a new gown in hand.

She hung it carefully in her wardrobe and every single time she looked at it for that entire week, every time she touched the cobalt blue fabric, Elain saw his face. Imagined how her Shadowsinger would react to seeing her in it. Over the days, those little daydreams formulated into a full blown plan in her head for exactly how she wanted the night to end when she wore it to family dinner that weekend.

What Elain failed to remember, however, is that when he saw her, they wouldn’t be alone. So while her sisters and friends all complimented her new dress, all she got that night when Azriel walked in the house and finally got his first glimpse of her, was a slight widening of his eyes and the quickest flash of his perfect teeth as they raked over his bottom lip.

It wasn’t quite what she’d imagined but it was enough to ignite a spark in her.

To make her brazen.

To make her want to play.

Elain squared her shoulders and enacted her plan - made sure to walk slowly and swish her hips a little more than usual. Made sure her backside just barely brushed against his finely tailored black slacks as she passed between him and Cassian on her way to her seat. She strategically sat across from him, purposefully stood and leaned over the table to reach for a dish - presenting him with a clear view down the top of her new dress.

She knew he had picked up on the game she was playing but she also knew how fiercely competitive Azriel could be. So stubborn that he refused to give her any more than those split second searing gazes that were driving her crazy. Gazes that had her pining for more, desperate for his attention.

She’d have to play dirty to get the reaction she wanted.

…

All rational thought evaded her as she decided to push him further.

Elain held back a grin as she slid a foot out of her slipper, sinking lower into her chair feigning being so full that she couldn’t possibly sit upright any longer. She extended her leg until her toes found their target… and then she watched, utterly delighted, as Azriel froze at the slow drag of her bare foot up his calf.

He didn’t move a muscle, didn’t dare look at her, as she continued moving up, her foot grazing his knee, traveling higher and higher up his muscled thigh until she pressed gently against the front of his trousers. The corner of her mouth curved up when she felt just how efficiently her plan tonight had worked because despite his cool demeanor, every hard inch of him strained against the expensive fabric of his pants.

Before she could make her next move, two things happened in rapid succession.

First, Azriel’s hand wrapped firmly around her foot, his thumb pressing hard into the arch of it.

A half a second later, the unmistakable scent of his arousal flooded the dining room. His control on his shadows seemingly faltering enough that they no longer concealed his scent.

“What the fuck , man?” Cassian groaned, setting down the forkful of mashed potatoes that had been halfway to his mouth. He turned to face the Shadowsinger, a scowl on his face.

“The food isn’t that good, Azriel.” Mor added, chuckling behind her wine glass.

Every eye was on Azriel - everyone waiting for an explanation, pure amusement written on each of their beautiful faces. Everyone except Rhysand, whose eyes were fixed on Elain instead.

She quickly wiped the smirk off her face and willed her cheeks not to brighten, schooling her expression into one of indifference as she looked away from her brother-in-law. She couldn’t give him reason to suspect anything was going on between herself and Azriel, not when she knew very well that he was the reason they’d been sneaking around in the first place. It was all very hard to do when she was still keenly aware of Azriel’s hand wrapped around her foot, his thumb now tracing the sensitive arch. He knew how ticklish she was.

“You’re one to talk, Cassian. Do you want me to tell everyone what was going on in the dining room at the House of Wind during Nesta’s probation period?” Azriel rolled his eyes, no hint of what was going on under the table in his expression. No hint of embarrassment or shame anywhere to be seen as he cracked a joke.

A distraction tactic… and a very effective one at that. Laughter filled the room.

“Leave me out of this.” Nesta cut in, eyes glimmering as she peaked at Cassian who was looking back at her, a sly grin replacing his scowl as they both recalled whatever had happened at the House of Wind.

Based on the way their scents were now mixing with Azriel’s, Elain wasn’t sure she wanted to know.

“Oh my god.” Feyre chimed in from the head of the table once the scent of Nesta and Cassian floated over to her. Her head fell into her hands. “What the hell is going on tonight?!”

Every eye previously on Azriel turned to Feyre, all of them giving her the same look - one that conveyed that she should be the last to complain.

How many times had they all been subjected to the scent of her and Rhys over the past few years?

“Okay, okay.” She blushed, immediately catching on. “Forget I said anything.”

That was the distraction needed for Rhys to finally look away from Elain, his inquisitive gaze softening as he gave Feyre a cunning smile.

“This isn’t the first time someone’s gotten worked up at dinner and it won’t be the last.” Amren said finally, twisting a ruby ring around her finger. “Let’s just all say a prayer for whichever of his many secret lovers is on Azriel’s mind tonight. Mother only knows what he has in store for them.” “My money’s on that female from Day Court - she couldn’t take her eyes off of him the last time we were there.” Cassian spoke up, pure mischief in his eyes.

“I bet it’s one of the priestesses from training. I’ve heard the things they say about him when they think I’m not listening.” Mor argued.

“Oh!” Nesta exclaimed. “Cass mentioned something about two friends that look like twins in Winter Court… or maybe there were actually twins… are you partial to taking two people to bed at once, Az?”

Elain considered throwing a fork at her sister.

On and on it went, every one chiming in on which secret lover was the object of Azriel’s desire tonight along with speculations about what exactly he’d be doing to them.

Elain burned with jealousy, trying hard not to picture all of these mystery females that her male was supposedly seeing. But while she sat with the smallest hint of a frown on her lips, Azriel was smiling and laughing as if he didn’t have a care in the world.

Asshole.

Elain pulled her foot out of his grasp, slid it back into her shoe and then abruptly stood and made her way to the kitchen. She’d heard enough.

She was midway through angrily wiping down the kitchen benchtop when a shadow twisted up her arm, floating along her shoulder before caressing her ear.

Jealous, my love?

Elain huffed, scrubbing the already spotless benchtop with even more fervor.

She tries to ignore the message from the mischievous little shadow but then it leaves her ear, trails down her throat and drifts across her breasts.

She brushes it away, her scalp tingling at that phantom touch. “Tell your master his presence is required in my room after dinner.”

…

Elain stares at the door of her bedroom for what feels like hours waiting for the handle to twist, waiting for the object of her jealousy, the object of her desire, to walk in. In reality, it couldn’t have been more than thirty minutes since everyone had either left the house or gone off to their own rooms. She’s just about to surrender herself to the fact that maybe he wouldn’t come, that she’d done all of this for nothing, when a mass of shadows slides under her door and stops in a cloud just two small steps away from her feet.

One shadow escapes from the huddle, trailing up her body just as before until it’s by her ear.

Come.

She knew immediately what she was being asked to do and a shiver of excitement coursed through her even as she hesitated. She’d only done this once before, Truth Teller firmly in her grasp as Azriel’s shadows carried her to put an end to the King of Hybern.

Elain took a deep breath, steeling herself before she stepped forward into the gathering of shadows.

Icy air drew chills from her body as her stomach plunged, the sensation of falling through space overtaking her as everything went black. She supposed this would’ve been terrifying if she didn’t trust him so innately.

She fell for just a few moments before her slippered feet landed on a plush rug. The darkness faded, the shadows leaving her to slip back to the Spymaster that was standing across the room from her.

Elain didn’t look at him for longer than it took to acknowledge that he was in fact there before her eyes scanned her new location.

The room was just a bit smaller than her own bedchamber - the view from the window to the left of her hinted that they were on the third or fourth floor of a building overlooking the river.

It was too well kept to be a room in an inn. Perhaps an apartment?

The space was sparse - a large simple bed covered in soft white linen, a tall mirror, an armchair, and a wardrobe were the only pieces of furniture. There were no decorative items, nothing to hint that anyone actually occupied the space.

When Elain finally gave in and looked at Azriel, he was staring right back at her. She knew he would be - her skin may as well have been on fire with the way she was burning under his gaze.

“Is this where you bring all your lovers?” She broke the silence. She kept her voice steady, wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of hearing a single ounce of what she actually felt. Even the way she stood, completely relaxed, feigned indifference.

Azriel chuckled, slowly crossing the room until he stood inches from her. “Just the one.”

She swallowed, her heart thumping in her chest. He was so close and the way he was looking at her… all she wanted was to touch him. But she couldn’t give in. Not yet. She refused to make it so easy for him.

“What game is this, Elain?” She could feel the bass of his voice in her bones. Both hated and loved the way her world stopped whenever he said her name like that.

Elain couldn’t take it. Two more seconds of this searing eye contact and she wouldn’t be able to hold back. Wouldn’t be able to stop from falling to her knees and reaching for his belt.

“Where are we?” She ignored his question.

“Investment property.” Azriel shrugged as if it was nothing, as if he had more important things to discuss. “In between tenants at the moment so I thought we could take advantage.”

The mischievous look he gave her while his thumb grazed his lower lip made her head spin.

She tore her gaze away from those lips and turned away from him, found the mirror across the bed and walked towards it. Watched through the reflection the way his eyes shamelessly fell to her backside.

“Do you like my dress?” She skimmed her hands innocently down the sheer corset covering her waist, over the swell of her hips.

She knew his weaknesses - knew that he had a particular soft spot for the generous curves of her thighs, her ass.

“I think you know I do.” Azriel’s eyes darkened as they followed the path her fingers traced over her body. She’s sure he marks the slight tremble in her hands. The physical manifestation of her anticipation.

“Do I? You never said anything… even Cassian said I looked ravishing.” Elain smirks at the flash of jealousy that appears on his face for a split second at the mention of his brother’s name.

“I thought you felt just how much I liked your dress when you pulled your little stunt at dinner.” He gives her a pointed look before his eyes slowly rake over her. He takes his time surveying every little detail, something he didn’t have the leisure of doing before.

Azriel steps forward until he’s right behind her, placing his hands on her hips, over her own hands. He leans down until his lips are at her ear. “You are devastating, Elain. Absolutely, devastatingly beautiful.”

Elain’s eyes flutter shut as she leans back into him until her head falls gently against his chest, breathing deeply as she tries to remember what her plan had been.

“I bought it for you, you know.” The words leave her in a whisper as his lips ghost over her neck.

“Is that so?” He straightens, resting his chin on the top of her head.

“It’s the same colour as your siphons.” Elain pulls her hands from under his to trace the glowing cobalt siphons strapped to his wrists.

“And when I tried it on, I pictured your siphons… your hands…” Her fingers delicately run over the raised scars on his hands. Scars that he once couldn’t bear to look at until she came along and called them beautiful. “I thought of how much I wanted you to take this dress off of me at the end of the night.”

Elain hears him groan. Feels the way that groan rumbles through his chest. Relishes in the way his cock hardens against her lower back when he presses his hips against her.

She bites down on her lower lip, holding back a moan of her own at the feeling.

“Take it off me, Azriel.”

Elain thought he’d make quick work of getting her out of the dress once those words had left her lips but she should’ve known better. Should’ve known this little game between them wasn’t anywhere near over.

Azriel’s hands move at a glacial pace.

They drift from her hips up to her waist, fingertips skimming over the sheer lace of the corset, over the sensitive skin of her ribcage

She shivers as his thumb brushes over a spot right in between her ribs, on her sternum. Over the dark violet mark on her otherwise pale skin.

“I could see this the entire night which means everyone else could too.” Azriel remarks, his eyes still on hers.

She’d been aware of this - that this secret mark was visible even through her dress. The visual evidence of exactly where his lips and tongue had been a week ago on display for all to see. It should’ve been gone by now, with her quick healing skin. But Elain had taken to pressing her own fingers against the mark each night since, pain fading into pleasure as she recalled just how she’d come by it in the first place. She wanted that indentation of him on her skin forever.

“Seems like you were determined to take all sorts of risks tonight.” He whispers into her hair as his hands continue to travel up until they’re over the cups of the corset. One finger traces where the structured silk neckline meets the tender skin of her breasts before his large fingers splay over her, squeezing gently. His thumbs drag over peaked nipples and then his hands are gone from her entirely - leaving her heavy and aching.

She opens her mouth to protest when he takes half a step back but then his hands are back on her. One hand caressing the back of her neck before moving down the bare skin at the top of her spine. The other hand finds its home on the curve of her backside where he squeezes. Hard.

Then finally, finally , his hands meet at the small of her back, where the ribbons of her corset had been tied into a neat bow.

Azriel’s head dips down - his lips settle at the junction of her jaw and neck as he tugs on the ribbon, undoes the bow.

He does it all with careful attention, delicately uncrossing and pulling ribbon from grommets, his fingertips and knuckles leaving a trail of goosebumps wherever they graze her bare back.

“Let’s see what’s underneath this dress, shall we?” He mutters against her jaw, his eyes once again meeting hers.

He says it like it’s the first time. As if he’s never seen her undressed before. As if he hasn’t studied every part of her body in intimate detail time and time again.

Azriel pulls the sides of the corset apart, runs his hands up her back to meet where the sleeves start at the very corner of her shoulders and then he slowly pulls them down her arms. Elain’s breath hitches. The sensation of cool air hitting her overheated skin with each bit of her that he reveals is almost too much to bear.

When he helps her slip her arms out of the sleeves, when the top of the dress falls to her waist, her breasts dropping back to their natural position - no longer held up by the structured boning - she glances at him. The slightest bit of insecurity settles in her stomach at the difference between how her breasts had looked a second ago to how they look now. Without the corset they settle into a bell shape, the roundness of them more evident at the bottom of her breasts than the top.

There’s no disappointment in Azriel’s expression, however - nothing but clear want and need as his thumbs trace the heavy curve of her lower breasts before coming up to run around and over her rosy nipples.

When his hands leave her breasts to travel down, to push her dress off completely, she stops him. Turns in his arms and places a hand on his chest, walks him backwards until the back of his knees hit the bed. Azriel takes her cue, sits down with his legs spread and reaches to pull her in between them. She evades his grasp.

“Elain.” The warning tone in his voice makes her core clench.

Elain fumbles to keep a grasp on the confidence she needs to proceed with the next part of her plan for the night instead of just giving in and letting him have his way with her. She’s pushing his patience but losing her own in the process.

“Azriel.” She sings his name, taunting him. “Did you really think I’d just let you have me so easily? After I had to listen to everyone talk about all your lovers? All the things you’ve done with them?”

Elain takes in a shaky breath as her fingers clutch the fabric still settled at her waist, easing it down around her hips.

“Maybe I should’ve told them about all the things we do. All the things you do to sweet, innocent Elain when we’re alone.” She watches him closely as her dress falls to the floor in a heap. “Maybe I should’ve told them just how much sweet, innocent Elain wanted you to bend her over the table and take her right then and there.”

Azriel's eyes darken at her words, his pupils completely blown. But his eyes aren’t on her face anymore. They aren’t on her breasts. No… they’re focused solely on the small scrap of satin covering her sex. The underwear that’s the exact same shade of blue as her dress, as his siphons. Except for the slightly darker patch of blue right in between her thighs, where the proof of her arousal has dampened the delicate fabric.

“Are you trying to kill me?” Azriel chokes out, his hands ball into his fists on his lap as if it’s taking every ounce of his strength to not touch her.

“What?” Elain bites her lip as she toys with the tiny little peach coloured bow on the waistband of her cobalt underwear. “You said you wanted to see what was under my dress… don’t you like your surprise?”

“If I’d known those were hiding under there, I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself from fucking you on that dining table… whether anyone was there to see or not.” Azriel presses his palms into his thighs. “Come here.”

“Not yet, Az.” She shakes her head even if it kills her to do so.

“Haven’t you drawn this out long enough?” Azriel stands, walks to her, but stops just a couple feet short. “ Come . Here .”

Elain laughs.

He's still not getting it. Still not backing down.

“I should really make you beg.” She raises an eyebrow, spelling out exactly what she wants before turning and walking back towards the mirror.

Just as before, his eyes fall to her ass. At how little of it her underwear covers.

Elain stops in front of the mirror and carefully undoes her hair. It cascades down her back, so long that the ends stop just a few inches above the small of her back. She trails a hand down her body, over that mark on her sternum, in between her legs. Azriel goes rigid as he watches two of her fingers trace over the wet patch of satin.

Elain’s eyes flutter shut. “I should really make you watch as I make myself come.”

When she opens her eyes again, Azriel isn’t where she left him. He’s directly behind her. Wings flared out to their full wingspan. And he’s on his knees.

“What are you - ?” Elain turns quickly to face him, looking down at him as Azriel looks up at her through his long, dark lashes.

His eyes glimmer with challenge even as he’s kneeling before her.

“You told me to beg.” He says simply, voice dark. “I’m begging.”

Elain whimpers as Azriel’s hands trace up her legs until they find their place high on the back of her thighs. “Let me taste you, Elain.”

Her hands land in his hair, clutching the strands as he bows lower and places a kiss just above each of her knees. “Please let me taste you.”

He kisses higher, teeth grazing over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

“Please let me make you come on my tongue.” His breath is hot, directly over where she’s ready and waiting for him.

She can barely stand still any longer. All she wants is his mouth on her.

“Do it.”

The words are barely out of her mouth when Azriel’s tongue presses flat to her center, over her underwear. The slide of his tongue over the fabric creates the most sensational friction that her knees threaten to buckle.

Hours… Days… How long has she been imagining this very moment?

Azriel pulls her towards him to keep her upright, fingers digging into the back of her thighs so hard that she knows there’ll be marks left when he’s done. The thought of that makes her smile.

He makes no move to take her underwear off, only pushes the satin to the side before his mouth is directly on her. His nose brushes her clit, his tongue is at her entrance, and Elain is lost to the world.

Azriel is well practiced in getting what he wants out of her and the anticipation that’s been building all evening, all week, has heightened every single touch. Long, languid swipes of his tongue, a finger stroking that specific spot inside her with just the right pressure, and a gentle run of his teeth over her clit is all it takes before she’s falling apart quicker than either of them would’ve thought possible.

His mouth stays on her throughout it all, his tongue deep inside her as he takes everything she’s willing to give him. Her hands pull at his hair, his scalp tingles. He wants to live here, between her thighs forever. Every bit of him is consumed by the feel, the smell, the taste of her.

Azriel catches her when her knees actually do give out and she’s unable to hold herself up any longer. He pulls her down to him, wraps her in his arms, strokes her hair. Then once she’s finally caught her breath, when she looks up at him with that blissful expression, he gives her a look that has her heart pounding all over again.

“Hands and knees.” He demands, pulling away from her to stand up. “Face the mirror.”

Elain stares at him for a second before doing exactly as he asked. Shifts shakily until she’s on all fours.

“Did you think I’d let you…” Azriel trails off for a second, momentarily distracted by the view in front of him. He unbuttons his shirt and slips it off his shoulders before continuing. “Did you really think you could tease me all night long and get away with it?”

She looks at him over her shoulder. Takes in the glorious sight of him. All his golden skin and dark tattoos and the occasional scar. She presses her thighs together at the sight of him removing his belt, his trousers. Her mouth waters when his fingers wrap around his cock.

He walks around her, fist sliding down his length over and over again, until he’s standing in between her and the mirror. His other hand grasps her chin, tilts her face up to look at him.

“Open.” He keeps his hand on her jaw as she obeys, her lips parting to let him guide himself into her waiting mouth.

Azriel bites back a moan as she takes his cock. He goes slow at first, pulling out and going back in another inch deeper each time until she’s taking the full length of him in one go. When he pulls out the next time, he pauses for just a second to gather her hair in a fist at the nape of her neck, and then he’s back in her mouth, her nose bumping against his lower stomach with each thrust of him into her mouth and down her throat.

“Eyes on me.” His hand taps her cheek the second her eyelids start to close. Elain forces them back open, eyebrows pulling together as she focuses on breathing through her nose, on relaxing her throat enough to take him the way she knows he likes.

Elain loves this. Loves when he fucks her mouth like this. She loves knowing her voice will have a little rasp to it tomorrow because of it, because of him.

He keeps going until tears are running down her face, doesn’t stop until her nails press firmly into his thigh.

“Want you in me.” She gasps when he withdraws from her, gulping down air as she looks up at him.

Azriel nods, lets go of her hair and wipes the tears from under her eyes. He’s made an absolute mess of her.

Elain lowers her upper body to the rug, arches her back - presents herself to him. Wordlessly telling him how she wants him.

He settles behind her, adjusts her underwear until he can see where she’s unbelievably wet for him. So wet that her inner thighs are glistening with her arousal. He holds her open with one hand, drags his cock along her - the very tip of him bumping her clit once - before he lines himself up at her entrance.

Azriel fucks her cunt the same way he fucked her mouth. Slowly. Gives her one excruciating inch at a time until she’s stretched enough to take him completely. When he’s inside her fully for the first time, he lowers his body over hers. His back is pressed tight against hers, his lips are against her ear. “I’ve missed you.”

Elain is so overwhelmed from the fullness of him seated so deep inside her coupled with the heaviness of his body on top of hers that she almost weeps at the sincerity of his words.

I’ve missed you.

Not “I’ve missed being in you.”

Not “I’ve missed fucking you. ”

But “I’ve missed you.”

“I always miss you.” She replies, lets him hear the sincerity in her voice, too.

Azriel grips her throat, lifts her head up as he thrusts into her slow but precise. His hand is still around her throat when their eyes meet in the mirror. His chin is hooked on her shoulder. “Watch… watch as I fuck you. See how pretty you look when you take my cock.”

He picks up his pace, the sound of his hips hitting her ass echoes around the room louder and louder with each punishing thrust. Elain tries to hold back the noises that are coming out of her as he angles up, hitting that spot in her that he memorised long ago.

“Let it out, my love.” His teeth close around her earlobe. “There’s no one to hear you here. Just me.”

She’ll never get enough of him. Never tire of having him inside her. Each time is euphoric, the feeling of him stretching her, that blissful first few seconds of sweet pain as her body adjusts to the size of him before pure pleasure takes over. She can’t imagine ever going without this, without him.

“Azriel.” She whispers his name at first, fighting to keep her eyes open and on him. She doesn’t want to miss a moment either. “Azriel, Azriel, Azriel! ”

His name leaves her lips louder each time, the volume of her voice matching the intensity with which he takes her. She can see clearly how it’s affecting him, can see how close he is to finishing.

The image of them moving together, of him fucking her, has her right on the edge too.

“With me.” She begs. “Come with me. Come in me. Please.”

Her knees are burning, the friction of the rug underneath her taking its toll. The burn of it mimics the burn in her core. The release that’s just within her reach.

One more hard thrust is all it takes.

“Azriel.” She breathes as she comes apart. His grip on her throat tightens slightly and her eyes roll back at the lightheadedness that threatens to consume her as she pulses frantically around him.

“You’re the only one, Elain.” He mutters into her shoulder as he comes. His eyes are still fixed on her face as he fills her. “This is all for you.”

When he pulls out of her, when his hand drops from around her neck, when she feels him drip out of her and down her thighs, Elain whimpers at the emptiness she feels.

She’s barely aware of him sliding her underwear off of her and gathering her in his arms. Only vaguely hears the praise he’s whispering in her ear as he stands up, still holding her.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, hm?” He carries her into an adjoining bathing chamber, helps her into the bath that’s already waiting for them.

Azriel leans down over the tub, kisses her for the first time that night - for the first time in a week. It’s slow and sweet… almost chaste. The complete opposite of what they just did. Elain savours it, let’s it bring her back to this realm, reacquaints herself with the feel of his lips soft against hers.

“I’ll get us some wine.” He kisses the very corner of her mouth and then disappears for just a minute before he’s back with a bottle and two glasses. He hands her a glass as he climbs in and settles into the water to face her.

…

Two glasses of Rhys’ good faerie wine is all it takes before Elain is tipsy- wine spilling out of her glass and into the water as Azriel plants kisses all over her face. He can’t keep her hands off of her under the water, grasping and groping her hips, her thighs, her ass. If they keep on like this, there’s no chance she’d be making it home before the sun is up.

She plants a hand on his chest, playfully pushes him away. She can’t stop giggling.

“What’s so funny?” He smirks.

“Just…” She giggles as she blushes, suddenly shy. “Everyone thinks they know us, but they have no idea how… imagine if they had any idea we…”

“ Fuck? ” Azriel says it for her with a conspiratorial tone, lightly mocking her inability to get the word out herself. His hands grip her tighter as he pulls her on top of him. He draws his knees up and she gasps as the movement shifts her forward, over the hard length of him. “They’d probably think I corrupted you. If they only knew all the filthy things in that head of yours.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Elain coyly downs the rest of her wine, sets the glass down on the floor next to Azriel’s.

One more time, she tells herself.

Her hands move under the surface of the water, positioning him where she needs him before she lowers herself down. “I’m leaving after this.”

“Whatever you say, my love.” Azriel replies before his lips close around her breast.

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