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With that, he stands, his body pressing against Cherrie's, his hardness evident against her wet skin. He lifts her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he enters her in one smooth motion.

“Oh, God … Daddy!”

“You feel incredible, Baby. I want to feel you cum around me.”

He increases the pace, his thrusts becoming harder and deeper, his hands gripping her curves possessively. Cherrie's body responds, her muscles clenching around him, her nails digging into his shoulders as she rides the wave of pleasure.

“Azazel, I'm close. I can't hold on much longer.”

“Let go, my love. Cum for me.”

With one final, powerful thrust, Cherrie's body shudders, her orgasm ripping through her. She cries out, her voice echoing off the shower walls as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.

Azazel holds her tightly, his own release building as he feels her climax around him. He groans, his body trembling while he empties himself deep within her, their bodies moving in perfect sync.

As their heart rates slow, they remain locked in an embrace, the hot water still cascading over them. Cherrie's head rests on Azazel's shoulder, her body limp and satisfied.

“Az, that was…”

“Perfect.”

With that, they step out of the shower, the steam slowly dissipating, leaving them with a sense of renewed energy and a deep connection forged through their shared passion.

Chapter Thirteen

Cut short

After sleeping most of the day away, the sun is setting as Azazel and Cherrie stroll hand-in-hand through the quaint streets of a small little town. The glow of the fading day casts a warm hue over the charming shops and cafes lining the cobblestone pathway. It’s the perfect evening for a romantic dinner, and the couple is eager to indulge in the fine dining experience that Azazel has promised.

They found themselves in a charming, small restaurant. The lighting was dim, the music soft – perfect for a relaxed evening. After settling into their table, they shared a look before glancing at the menus. They ordered a bottle of wine to start, and soon enough, their meals arrived, filling the air with tempting scents.

Azazel ordered a rare steak, cooked to perfection, while Cherrie had chosen a seafood platter, a delicacy she adored. They dig in with gusto, savoring the flavors and textures of the expertly prepared dishes.

However, midway through their meal, Cherrie's demeanor changes abruptly. Her eyes widen, and her face pales as she places her hand over her mouth. "Azazel, I don't feel so good," she manages to say before her chair clatters to the floor, her eyes rolling back in her head as she faints. Azazel springs into action, his instincts kicking in. He catches Cherrie before she hits the ground, gently lowering her onto the floor and cradling her in his arms. "Cherrie, baby, can you hear me?" he asks, his voice laced with concern. The waiter rushes over, eyes wide with panic. "Is there a doctor in the house?" he shouts, his voice echoing through the now-silent restaurant.

Azazel glares at the waiter, his eyes cold and menacing. "Get me some water, now!" he snapped, his tone brooking no argument. The waiter scurries away, returning moments later with a glass of water, which Azazel splashes on Cherrie's face. She stirs, groaning softly as she begins to regain consciousness.

"Baby, what happened? Are you okay?" Azazel asks, his voice a mix of worry and tenderness as while strokes her cheek.

Cherrie blinks, her blue eyes focusing on Azazel's concerned face. "Azazel... What... what happened?" she mumbles, confusion clouding her features. "You fainted, baby," Azazel explains, his voice soft and reassuring. "But you're okay now. You're safe with me. Let's get you to the hospital.”

Chapter Fourteen

Three Peas In A Pod

The emergency room buzzes with activity, nurses and doctors moving with efficient haste. Azazel paces the sterile hallway, his muscular frame exuding impatience and concern. He watches as Cherrie, his beloved, is wheeled away for tests, her face a mask of distress. The events of the past hour replay in his mind. He runs a hand through his short black hair, his eyes narrowing with determination. "I will do whatever it takes to keep her safe," he vows under his breath. "Nothing and no one will take her from me."

Time seems to crawl as he awaits news of Cherrie's condition. He considers the unthinkable—losing the only person who understands and matches his darker impulses. It’s a vulnerable position for someone like him to be in, someone used to being in control and inflicting harm, not feeling so utterly helpless. Finally, a doctor emerges, her expression somber but not unkind. "Mr. Yanagra, I believe you're anxious to hear aboutCherrie's condition. Please come with me; we can discuss this in private."

Azazel follows the doctor into a small consultation room, his heart pounding in his chest. "Is she okay? What did you find?" he asks, his deep voice laced with urgency.

The doctor, Dr. Adams, a middle-aged woman with kind eyes, gestures for him to sit. "Mr. Yanagra, Mrs. Yanagra is stable and doing well. The fainting was a cause for concern, but we've determined that it was a result of the, shall we say, enthusiastic result of your intimate activities." Azazel feels a wave of relief wash over him, and he slumps back in his chair. "Thank God," he whispers, his shoulders sagging with the release of tension. “Wait, what?”

Dr. Adams continues, a slight smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "However, I must say, the two of you need to be more careful. The good news is that Cherrie is healthy and there's been no serious damage. But it seems this incident has led to an unexpected discovery."

Azazel, sensing something momentous, leans forward, his eyes narrowing. "What discovery?" Dr. Adams pauses, ensuring she has his full attention. "Mr. Yanagra, Cherrie is pregnant. And, quite surprisingly, she's carrying triplets." The room seems to spin as the words sink in. Azazel, whose life has been defined by chaos and unpredictability, feels his world tilt on its axis. He’s going to be a father. Not just to one, but tothreechildren.

"T-triplets?" he stammers, his voice cracking. "Are you certain?"

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