Page 116 of The Golden Rose Of Valenul

Despite the still-dissipating orgasm, heat ricocheted through Ariadne again. All at once, she felt sated, and yet her sex ached for more—something she never imagined possible after all she had endured. Still, she reached between her legs to hold his face and urge him up to kiss his wet lips. A strange thrill rolled through her at the taste of herself lingering on him.

“I want more,” she whispered against his neck and slid her hand down his chest to where his hard length strained against the trousers still buckled fast. Though not entirely certain what to do, she gripped what she could and drew her palm up and down over him.

Braced above her, Azriel groaned as he stretched his head to the side to expose his throat to her fangs. “Anything you desire—it’s yours.”

“You—all of you.”

Ariadne sank her fangs into his neck, his blood rushing out and across her tongue in a tangy symphony. She closed her eyes, relishing the taste of him almost as much as he had savored her. Perhaps she could return the favor. The concept seemed simple enough. She merely needed to figure it out.

As she drank from him, her fingers fished for the buttons of his trousers. He remained steady as she found her way by touch. Without much trouble, she unfastened the waistband and pushed the trousers down from his hips.

When she released his neck, blood dribbled from the puncture wounds. For a beat, she worried his slower healing abilities would inhibit them from closing properly.

Azriel did not let her think on it. He dove his mouth to hers and pressed his hard, heavy cock into the palm of her waiting hand. She wrapped her fingers around the thick girth and stroked, the velvety soft skin shifting beneath her touch. His soft moan of pleasure filled her up.

He hummed against her lips. “Gods, Ariadne…is this what you want?”

“More than anything,” she breathed and walked her shoulders back so he could kneel between her thighs. “I want all of you.”

It was more true than she could have ever imagined. That Azriel would be the one to wash away the terrors she had lived with for so long made her entire body tight with anticipation. She needed it—needed him.

“Are you—”

“Shh,” she cut him off and kissed him again, still stroking his incredible length. Up and down, slow and steady, up and down. “Do not stop.”

She breathed in deep so his scent enveloped her. Her eyes remained open so she could watch him, haloed by the firelight. Anything to ensure her mind stayed present with Azriel.

Azriel.

Only Azriel.

With that, Ariadne angled the head of his cock to the entrance of her slick, throbbing sex. He eased forward, the blunt tip pushing into her. The pressure heightened the heat pulsing through her core, and she tilted her hips to provide a better angle.

At first, his sheer size and gentleness kept him at bay. She slid a hand down his back, against his backside, and pressed down, urging him forward. He followed her silent command and thrust with more vigor. Each pump of his hips pushed the length of him deeper and deeper.

Ariadne sucked in a sharp breath as he filled her. He paused at the small noise, but she shook her head. “Keep going.”

It was all he needed to hear, and with each subsequent thrust, the foreign pressure and fullness turned to pleasure. Before long, Ariadne moaned. She finally understood what made this act so unbearably tempting for men and women alike. As she gave herself over to him, that hot tension built within her again.

Azriel kissed her hard, their bodies working in tandem. He gripped her breast, rolled the hard nipple between his fingers, and pulled it lightly. A gentle tease to coexist with him pounding into her wet sex. Each moan he drew from her only drove his hips harder until she knew every inch of his cock slid in and out of her.

It did not take long for her to find his rhythm. She bent a knee to better grind against his pelvis, and he folded onto his forearms to bring them closer. His hot, heavy body draped over her, providing a better angle.

She twisted her fingers into his hair and tilted her head back. Azriel did not need more of an invitation—he struck, fangs sinking into her neck. At first, a sharp pain jolted through her. She stilled long enough to adjust to the feeling of him penetrating not only her sex but now also her throat. The overwhelming claim he placed on her body—her soul—burned through her as each pull of her vein synchronized with the pounding of his cock.

And she understood then why couples only fed from the wrist at the wedding. The sensation of his mouth on her neck sent her spiraling into euphoria. He had appeared to enjoy it when she partook of his throat. Now she knew he had held back.

Her climax shattered her into a thousand pieces. She cried out, and her sex pulsed along his cock. He thrust hard, riding the wave of the orgasm until it rippled through him as well. Releasing her throat, he swallowed back a shout of ecstasy and buried his face beside the unpunctured side of her neck.

As she floated back to reality, her body slowly stitching together again, Ariadne breathed hard. She shifted beneath him, still relishing the feeling of his cock inside her. When he kissed her neck and pulled himself free, she was left with a strange sensation of emptiness. He had filled her so perfectly, she did not want it to end.

“You are perfect,” he murmured and kissed her softly.

She hummed her satisfaction. “I love you.”

Azriel laughed breathily, pushing back to kneel between her legs again. “I love you more than I can ever say.”

Ariadne took in his impressive figure. Every curve of muscle and jarring line of scars. Each one of them, good and bad, made up the man she loved and chose over all others. Given the chance, she would do it all over again.

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