A Song of Silence

Chapter 113: A Mating in the Dark

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"Us?" I repeat. Azazel only nods his head. "We'll, what about us?"

"That all depends on you." He replies.

"What depends on me Azazel?" I ask quietly.

"Whether you want anything to do with me anymore." He says, his voice whisper soft.

"Azazel, why wouldn't I want anything to do with you anymore?"

"Because it is my fault that you took such risks and harmed yourself in the Istlean Ruins." He says, guilt coloring his voice.

Sighing, I grab Azazel's face in my hands so that he looks me straight in the eyes, "Look here Azazel. It is both our faults and neither of our faults. It could be a multitude of factors and choices that led up to what happened, but I want you to know that I do not blame you. Nor should you blame yourself for what happened. I have let go of what happened and am now only focusing on improving and gaining some of that weight back. You need to let it go as well and get it in to your thick skull that I do not blame you. Got it?" He looks like he is going to say more, but I give him a sharp glare and his mouth snaps closed with an audible click. "Besides," I add, "It is I who should be asking whether you still want something to do with me after...everything." That everything encompassed a whole shit ton of arguments, betrayals, and trauma, but 'everything' summed up all that pretty neatly.

"Of course I still want you, firefly. Morning noon and night I wished you would return to me and now that you have, well I don't know if I can let you leave." His voice takes on a deeper tone at that last part. Our close proximity has already set every part of me aflame, but now that deep rumble of his voice is doing wonders to my lady parts.

"Is marrying you still apart of that?" My question is careful, but I had been dying to ask it since he had comforted me and I needed an answer.

A broad smile lit his face as he replies, "Always firefly. Always." His mouth quickly descends and catches mine in a harsh kiss. The joy I feel right now is hard to comprehend, but I have never been happier than I am in this moment. Azazel breaks the kiss and slides something on my finger. Looking down, I see a ring of violet on a silver band surrounded by diamonds. It matched my eyes perfectly and I can infer that the silver is meant to imitate Azazel's eyes. It is breathtaking and looks to be very expensive.

"Azazel," I say at a loss for words, "It is beautiful."

"I'm glad you like it. I had been carrying the damn thing around since you left to go to the Istlean Ruins." Tearing my eyes away from the ring, I look into Azazel's eyes, a smile breaking out onto my face. He continues, "I realized I never got an answer for my proposal all those weeks ago, but this seemed like an opportune time to give you the ring anyway."

"It doesn't hurt to ask again though, does it?" I say cheekily.

Azazel rolls his eyes, but doesn't move us from our position. I am still straddling him when he asks, "Aerilynn Maeve StormBringer, Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

"Yes." My words seem to deal the deal and his lips now descend on mine, now bruising as they touch. Our tongues enter-twine as our lips brush together. Azazel breaks the kiss once again, a devious glint in his eyes. Before I can ask what was wrong, he lifts me from our position and places me on the desk in front of him. I can already guess his intention.

"This seems like an opportune time for a celebration, don't you think?" He says huskily.

"I suppose."

"Good." Without another warning, he rips my trousers right off me and throws them on the floor behind him. The roughness of his action sends a thrill through me. I am wearing a pair of thin, black panties underneath and Azazel stares at them hungrily. Looking up at me, he says, "I haven't tasted this pussy in a long, long time. I intend to savor this, so you keep your hands exactly where they are and don't move them an inch." My hands are on the edge of the desk and I know it will be a great challenge to keep them where they are, but if staying my hand will keep Azazel feasting on me, then I won't be a woman to argue. I nod at Azazel in agreement. He doesn't seem to believe me because his shadows firm shackles around my hands, one real and the other made of lightning.

Without further delay, Azazel's tongue descends on my pussy. A breathy moan escapes me as I throw my head back in ecstasy. Fuck that feels good. My legs widen to give him better access to my lady parts. He growls in approval and only continues to lick, suck, and torture me at the brink of an orgasm before bringing me down again. After a while I start swearing at him. This only seems to incense him further because he only continues to feast on me, much slower than before. Again he brings me to my peak and I am so fucking close, only to be brought down once more.

I know exactly what he wants me to say to get my orgasm. Months ago, it might have seemed like an impossible thing to say, but now with the man I loved feasting on me, I couldn't help but say it. When he brought me close to my peak once more, I uttered the words I knew that he had been waiting for, "I love you." Before I knew it an orgasm shattered through me and I opened my eyes to find Azazel looking at me, a victorious smile on his face.

"Asshole," I mutter at him.

"Indeed I am, but you can't live without me." He says confidently.

"Indeed I cannot," I affirm as I wrap my arms around his neck and leg legs around his waist. Without further ado, he carries me into the bedroom a clays me stop the dark bedspread. Seeing as I am half naked and Azazel is still fully clothed, I decide to even the odds between us. Buttons ping every which way across the room as my lightning hand burns his shirt down the middle. Azazel doesn't seem to mind the roughness of my action because he then does the exact same thing to my tunic. Looking down I can see the evidence of his arousal pressing against his pants. A very impressive arousal if my memory serves me correctly.

"Well, are you just going to stare at me or are you going to fuck me?" I ask Azazel.

This brings a smile to his face as he asks, "Would you like me to fuck you, firefly?"

"Yes," I say a sly smile on my face.

"Really," he says, slowly inching closer to me until our faces are breaths apart. "And how would you like me to fuck you?"

"Any way you like," is my only reply. His eyes light with liquid mercury as his mouth crushes into mine and his body presses mine down into the bed. I thread my fingers through his soft hair, moaning at the skin to skin contact of our bodies. Damn I had forgotten how good he was in bed. Azazel quickly shed the remainder of his clothes and paused with the head of his cock army entrance. I open my eyes to see him watching me, question in his eyes. I scoff, always the gentlemen this one. One nod from me is all it takes for him to sheathe himself in me.

I throw my head back in ecstasy as he nibbles at the base my neck. "Move," I order him in between gasps of air. I wrap my legs around him once more as he starts to move. Slow at first, but soon the slap of flesh against flesh and breathy moans fill the room. Shit. I'm close. Really fucking close. Opening my eyes, I look to find Azazel's tense muscles above me. He is close too. Before we go over the edge, I ask him, "Can I mark you?"

My question seems to please him because he starts to power into me even harder as he answers, "Always."

Like the possessive female I am, I place my lightning hand at the base of his neck. Flesh starts to burn, but at this point I don't think either of us care. The mark I am making will be permanent and a message that this male is mated to a very possessive female. The old mark I left had long faded but this one would never leave his skin. I would make sure of that. When the mark was finished, Azazel slammed deeper than he had ever before and sank his canines into the soft flesh of my neck. Another sort of mating mark, but much less permanent than the shadows around my lady parts. I couldn't help but follow Azazel over the edge, every muscle tensing in ecstasy that the male I lived was now wholly mine.