Page 20 of Love in the Dark

Azazel's eyes flash with amusement. "Let the games begin."

As they move through the crowd, their prey remains oblivious, her attention focused on the pool table. Azazel's steps are calculated, positioning himself for the perfect strike.

Cherrie, ever the adventurous partner in crime, creates a distraction, drawing the attention of a group of rowdy men. Their eyes wander over to her, drinks spilling as they jostle for her attention.

In the commotion, Azazel makes his move. His hand reaches out and with a swift movement, he empties a small vial into the glass, the liquid colorless and odorless.

The woman turns, her eyes narrowing in recognition.“Oh, the organization must be desperate to send some replacement to end me.” The woman mocks. “Very rookie of you. My drink?”

“You got me. Guilty.” Azazel takes a step closer to the woman, slowly pulling his knife out.

The woman stops Azazel’s hand by placing her hand on top of his. “See, that’s the problem with men. They never want to talk and they’re too proud to listen. The organization is getting rid of all of us one by one. It’s me today, and maybe you tomorrow. So I would…” Before she can finish, a shot is heard, and the woman drops at his feet. Panic sends everyone in the gala to drop down or run.

Azazel runs and covers Cherrie as they crawl out of the building and run back to their car. Azazel speeds off and Cherrie panics. “What the hell was that?!”

“I don’t know!” Azazel yells back.

“What do you mean? What did that woman say? Who was she?”

“Somebody from the organization, she said… she said they’re coming after all of us.”

Cherrie sits back in her seat. “That makes no sense, she had to be lying.”

“I don’t think so babe, you should have heard the conviction in her voice. We just need to get off the streets.” Azazel drives to a hotel and gets them checked in.

Chapter Ten

Azazel and Cherrie spend three nights laying low in the hotel. As they relax in their room, the tension and desire between them are palpable. Azazel knows just how to help Cherrie relax, and tonight, he intends to take his time, exploring every inch of her gorgeous body.

He starts by dimming the lights, creating an ambiance that is both seductive and intimate. Cherrie, feeling relaxed and excited, lay on her stomach on the bed, her skin already glowing with anticipation. Azazel pours some warm massage oil into his hands, rubbing them together to generate heat before starting his sensual ritual.

His hands are firm and confident while he begins working the oil into Cherrie's shoulders. She moans softly when his strong fingers knead her muscle, working out the tension from their recent adventures. Azazel takes his time, slowly moving his hands down her back, tracing the curves of her spine with his thumbs.

"You have such a gorgeous body, baby," he whispers, his breath hot against her ear. "I love touching every inch of you."

Cherrie smiles, her eyes closed in contentment. "Mmm, your hands feel amazing. I could lay here forever, letting you work your magic."

Azazel smiles to himself. He loves seeing Cherrie so relaxed and pleasured. He continues his slow, sensual massage, paying attention to her shoulders, back, and hips. His touch is firm yet gentle, and he makes sure to avoid any areas that might be too sensitive after their passionate night before.

As he works, Azazel lets his hands wander lower, gently caressing the curves of Cherrie's ample ass. He massages her cheeks, squeezing and releasing them as Cherrie squirms and let out a soft moan. His touch drives her wild, and her pussy grows wetter by the second.

"Azazel, baby..." She breathed. "You're making me feel so good. I want more..."

Azazel smiles and leans down, his lips brushing against her ear. "I want to make you feel even better, baby. Just relax and let me take care of you." With that, Azazel's hands glide down Cherrie's thighs, his thumbs teasing the sensitive skin on the inside of her legs. He slowly works his way up, his fingers tracing patterns that make Cherrie's breath quicken and her body yearn for more. As his fingers near her core, Azazel feels the heat radiating from her pussy.

He breathed in the scent of her arousal, his own desire raging as he imagines how wet and ready she must be for him. Gently, he parts her folds, his middle finger teasing her entrance as he finds her clit. Cherrie gasps as Azazel begins massaging her most sensitive bud. His touch is firm and relentless, circling and rubbing her clit while his other hand continues to explore her thighs and ass. Her hips buck involuntarily, her body responding to his skilled touch."Azazel... Oh fuck..." She breathes, her handsclutching at the bedsheets. "Don't stop... Right there..." Azazel smirks, feeling a surge of pride at the effect he was having on her. He increases the pressure, using his thumb and forefinger to pinch and rub her clit while his other hand slips between her legs."You like that, baby?" He growls, his voice thick with desire. "You like it when I touch you here?"

"Yes... Oh yes..." Cherrie moans, her body squirming under his touch. "I want you inside me... Please, Az..." Azazel obliges, sliding one finger inside her, her pussy tightening around him. Slowly, he begins to thrust. Cherrie's breath quickens as Azazel continues fucking her. Her moans fill the room, a mixture of pleasure and desperation as she begs for more.

"You feel so good, baby," he growls. "Your pussy is so tight and wet. It loves my touch, doesn't it?"

"Yes... Oh God, yes..." Cherrie cries out, her body shaking against his hand. "Don't stop, Azazel... Fuck me.”

Azazel obeys, increasing the pace and power of his thrusts. He adds a third finger, stretching her to the limit, his thumb never ceasing its relentless massage of her clit. Cherrie pants and squirms, her body on the brink of a powerful orgasm. "Cum for me, baby," Azazel whispers. "Let go, and cum all over my fingers."

His words send Cherrie over the edge. With a loud moan, her body arches off the bed as a powerful orgasm washes over her. Her pussy clenches around Azazel's fingers, her juices flowing freely as waves of pleasure surge through her. Azazel keeps up his pace, prolonging her orgasm and intensifying the pleasure. As her body shakes with release, Cherrie cries out his name, her hands gripping the bed sheets tightly. Azazel slowly eases her down, his fingers gently withdrawing from her sensitive core.

He leans down, his lips brushing against her ear, and whispers, "That was just the beginning, baby. I'm going to make you cum over and over again."

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