Page 35 of Love in the Dark

"Are you ready for more, Cherrie? Because I'm not done with you yet." She nods, her chest heaving as she struggles to catch her breath. "Az... I'm always ready for you. But are you trying to kill me?" Azazel licks her lips. “No, my sexy little bitch–just kill your pussy.” Azazel smiles, his possessive gaze never leaving her as he plots the rest of their evening. He knows their journey of exploration has only just begun and he intends to take Cherrie to heights of pleasure she has never even dreamed of. Their passion-filled odyssey will continue, pushing the boundaries of their desire further and further.

As Azazel and Cherrie's honeymoon continues, they find themselves embraced by Paris's underground scene. They attend exclusive parties in hidden speakeasies, where their attire reflects their unique style—Azazel in a tailored suit, his sleeves rolled up to reveal the intricate tattoos that told the story of his past, and Cherrie in a form-fitting gown that hugs her curves, her hair styled in a sleek bob, accentuating her bold and fearless personality.

As the days turn into weeks, their time in Paris comes to an end. They have experienced the city in a way that only they could—intense, passionate, and entirely their own. They have created memories that would forever be etched in their minds and hearts, strengthening their bond and preparing them for the challenges that lay ahead. On their last night in the City of Love, they return to the artist's studio in Montmartre. They want to thank him and say their goodbyes, for they knew their pathswill take them on a different journey—one that will test their love and resolve. The old artist presented them with a surprise—a companion piece to "L'Amour ObsCure." This new painting, titled "L'Aube de la Vengeance" ("The Dawn of Vengeance"), captures their determination and resilience, reflecting the strength they have gained during their time in Paris.

With the paintings safely rolled up and secured, Azazel and Cherrie bid farewell to the city that has embraced their love and fueled their passion. As they depart, they know that Paris will forever hold a piece of their souls—a reminder that even in the midst of darkness, love can thrive and endure. Their journey ahead will be challenging, but together, they will face it head-on, armed with their shared destiny and the magic of their time in the City of Love.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Off the grid

The coming months proved to be a unique challenge for the couple. Cherrie, ever the adventurous one, threw herself into preparing for their triplet sons with fervor. Azazel, despite his reservations about his capability as a father, found himself wholeheartedly devoted to the task of ensuring Cherrie and their babies had everything they needed.

Their travels took on a new dimension as they sought out unique and exotic locations, creating memories to share with their soon-to-be-born children. From the bustling markets of Marrakesh to the serene beaches of Bali, they embraced each experience with an added layer of intensity, knowing their lives would soon be forever changed. They didn’t take on any new jobs nor did they go looking for someone to play with. The further Cherrie came along in her pregnancy the more selfish Azazel got, he didn’t want to share his love with anyone while she carried his three children.

Azazel had found a new purpose beyond his dark profession. And Cherrie, his counterpart, prepared to embrace the chaosof motherhood with a fervor that matched their passionate lovemaking.

As the months continued to progress, Cherrie's bump grew, a beautiful testament to the life she carried within. Azazel ensured their every need was met, his possessiveness now directed towards safeguarding his growing family. The couple, who thrived on unpredictability and intense experiences, now had a different sort of adventure awaiting them—one filled with late-night feedings, endless diaper changes, and the indescribable love that only a family can bring. And though their pasts may have been shadowed by darkness, the light of their triplet sons would illuminate a future filled with chaos, love, and an enduring passion that could weather any storm.

The sun was a blistering ball of fire overhead as Azazel hacked his way through the dense undergrowth with a machete. The air was thick and heavy, carrying the scent of wildflowers and the distant hint of salt from the surrounding sea. Bugs buzzed in his ears and bit at his exposed skin, but he paid them no mind. His face was set in a determined grimace, eyes flicking to Cherrie every few seconds as she lay on the makeshift stretcher he'd fashioned from their blankets and some sturdy branches. They had come to this remote island, a lush oasis in the middle of the ocean, seeking seclusion and adventure. Little did they know that their lives were about to take another dramatic turn. Cherrie, ever the intrepid explorer, had insisted on venturing further into the island's interior, away from the tourist traps and towards a hidden waterfall she'd read about in a faded guidebook. Azazel, always up for a challenge and eager to please his beloved, had readily agreed.

However, as they traversed the rugged terrain, Cherrie's condition had suddenly deteriorated. Her belly, rounded with the promise of their triplet sons, began to cramp painfully. At first, they thought it was just a passing spasm, but as the minutesticked by, it became clear that this was something more serious. Cherrie's breath came in short gasps, and a thin sheen of sweat covered her brow.

"Azzy, I think..." She panted, her eyes widening with a mix of excitement and fear. "I think they're coming. Oh God, Azazel, I'm not ready!" Azazel's heart pounded in his chest as the reality of the situation hit him like a physical blow. They were miles from any sort of civilization, and he knew that getting Cherrie to a hospital in time would be a race against the clock."Shh, my love. We're going to get you out of here. You just focus on breathing, okay? I'll take care of the rest." His voice was calm, but his mind raced as he gathered their supplies. He slung his backpack over one shoulder and picked up Cherrie,he began to navigate the rugged terrain, retracing their steps back towards the small fishing village they had passed through on their way to the island's interior.

The going was slow and treacherous. Thick vines and overhanging branches blocked their path, and Azazel had to use all his strength to hack through them, his muscles burning with the effort. Cherrie bit her lip to stifle her cries of pain.The sound of the nearby waterfall, which had once been soothing, now mocked their struggle, its constant roar a reminder of the urgency of their mission. As they neared the village, the terrain eased slightly, and Azazel quickened his pace. The sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows across the landscape and filling Azazel's heart with dread. He knew that once night fell, their chances of finding help would diminish significantly.

"Azazel, stop!" Cherrie's voice, weak but commanding, halted him in his tracks. "I can't... I can't do this anymore. Please, just put me down here."

"No, Cherrie, we're almost there. I can see the village up ahead. We just need to keep going a little further." Azazel's voice was edged with panic, his breath coming in short gasps.

"No, Azzy. I can't wait any longer. The babies are coming, and I can't stop them now." Cherrie's face was a mask of determination, her hands clutching at her swollen belly. "Please, just help me sit up. I need to push." Azazel's heart sank as he realized the gravity of the situation. They were still too far from help, and it was clear that Cherrie couldn't continue. With trembling hands, he lowered Cherrie to the ground and helped her sit up, supporting her back with his arm.

The world seemed to hold its breath as Cherrie let out a low moan, her face contorting with the effort of bearing down. Azazel, his eyes wide with fear, gently wiped the perspiration from her brow, his mouth moving in silent encouragement. And then, a cry. Not the cry of a newborn, but a cry of anguish from Cherrie as the pain intensified. "Azazel, something's wrong! I can't... I can't do this, it hurts too much!" Azazel's eyes darted around, panic rising in his chest. They were still too far from help, and he knew that he had to make a decision, and fast. "Cherrie, listen to me," he said, his voice steady despite the terror gripping his heart. "I'm going to go get help. I'll run ahead to the village and bring back a doctor, okay? I won't be long, I promise."

Cherrie nodded, her face pale and glistening with sweat. "Go, Azzy. Hurry! Please save our babies." Without another word, Azazel sprinted off towards the village, his heart pounding in his ears. The setting sun cast long shadows across his path, and the air was thick with the scent of night-blooming flowers. He leaped over rocks and dodged low-hanging branches, his only thought to reach the village as quickly as possible.

The small fishing village came into view, a cluster of thatched-roof huts nestled against the shore. Azazel burst into the first hut he saw, his eyes wild as he searched for any sign of life. An elderly woman, startled by his sudden appearance, dropped thefish she was gutting and scurried towards the back of the hut, her eyes filled with fear.

"Please!" Azazel cried, his hands clasped together in a rare moment of pleading. "My wife, she's giving birth! We need help!" The woman, her initial fear melting away, rushed forward, her hands reaching for Azazel's arms. "Birth? Oh child, come quick, we must help them! Felecia!" She called out, her voice carrying across the small village. "Fetch the birthing stool and warm water! We have a mother in need!"

Azazel turned to sprint back the way he came, the woman's words echoing in his mind. "I'll send my grandson, Liko, with you. He knows the way, and he's faster than you. You stay with your wife, and Liko will guide the doctor back!"

Liko, a young man with sun-kissed skin and a mischievous smile, appeared from the neighboring hut, a look of determination on his face. "This way, follow me!" he said, breaking into a sprint.

Azazel rushed back to Cherrie's side, his heart in his throat. She lay on the ground, her eyes closed, her breath coming in shallow pants. The elderly woman, Felecia, knelt by her side, her hands gently stroking Cherrie's forehead. "Shh, my child. You are safe now. We will help you bring these babies into the world." As Azazel knelt beside his beloved, he took her hand in his, feeling her squeeze in response. "I'm here, my love. We're going to get through this together." And then, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of purple and orange, Cherrie let out a pained cry, her body arching off the ground. Felecia's hands moved expertly, guiding the birth of the first of their triplet sons. "Push, child, push!" Felecia encouraged, her eyes shining with a mix of compassion and determination. "You can do this, I know you can. Bear down and bring this baby into the light."

Cherrie's face contorted with effort, her hands gripping Azazel's with fierce strength. With one final cry, their first son entered the world, his cries echoing across the island like a song of triumph. Felecia quickly passed the baby to Azazel, motioning for him to cut the cord. With shaking hands, Azazel did as he was told, marveling at the miracle of life that lay squirming and screaming in his arms. But there was no time to rest. Cherrie's belly contracted again, and she let out a low moan. "Azazel, another one is coming..." "That's it, Cherrie, you're doing amazing!" Azazel encouraged, his eyes never leaving her face. "Just a little further, my love. Our boys are almost here."

The cries of a second baby soon filled the air, followed shortly after by a third. Felecia, her skilled hands never faltering, guided each baby into the world, placing them on Cherrie's chest as she cut the cords and cleaned them up. Azazel, his heart overflowing with love and wonder, held his family close, tears streaming down his face. He had never felt so vulnerable, so utterly exposed, and yet, cradling his three sons against Cherrie's chest, he had never felt safer. As the last rays of daylight faded, the island seemed to celebrate with them, the air filled with the sounds of life and the promise of a bright future for Azazel, Cherrie, and their triplet sons.

Chapter Twenty-Five

14 years later

The triplets, named Ace, Blaise, and Cale, grew up surrounded by the lush greenery and pristine beaches of the island. They spent their days exploring the rugged terrain, climbing trees, and swimming in the crystal-clear waters as well as taking part in their daily knife and gun training. Azazel and Cherrie, now parents, had their hands full with the energetic trio. The sun shone brightly over the idyllic island, a tranquil oasis in the midst of the vast ocean. Tropical birds sang in the lush foliage, and the gentle lapping of the crystal-clear waters against the shore created a peaceful ambiance. It was in this serene setting that Azazel and Cherrie had chosen to raise their trio of boys—Ace, Blaise, and Cale—now rambunctious fourteen-year-olds, filled with curiosity and energy.

As the boys splashed in the shallow waters, their laughter ringing out, Azazel stood on the white sandy beach, his eyes, sharp as a hawk's, kept a watchful gaze on his sons, ready to pounce at any sign of danger. The boys resemble their father,with their dark complexions and vibrant energy, and they idolized him, often trying to mimic his every move.

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