Page 34 of Love in the Dark

Azazel, with intensity in his eyes scanning the surroundings, always alert for any potential threats, pauses to admire a painting of Sacré-Cœur Basilica. The artist, a grizzled old man with a paint-splattered smock, claimed it was a scene from a bygone era, a time when the area was frequented by bohemians and artists like himself.

Cherrie’s eyes sparkle with mischief as she approaches the artist and asks, "Do you only paint the beauty of the past, or can you capture the darkness, too?"

The artist raises a bushy eyebrow, intrigued by the curvy, voluptuous woman with an air of intrigue about her. "I can paint anything for the right price," he replies, his voice raspy from years of inhaling paint fumes. Without hesitation, Cherrie pulls Azazel closer, her fingers intertwining with his. “Daddy, I want him to paint us!” Cherry says excitedly. “Okay, Princess.”Azazel pats her head. “Anything you want is yours.” “Then can you paint us, sir?” she asks. “Not as we are now, but as you imagine our souls—dark, passionate, and bound together.” The artist's eyes widen, and a spark of excitement lights up his gaze. He sees the potential for a masterpiece—one that will capture the essence of this unique couple. As the sun dips below the horizon, they pose in front of the basilica, their silhouettes stark against the fading light. The artist works feverishly, his brushstrokes capturing the intensity of their love—a love thatgoes beyond societal norms and embraces the shadows. Azazel, usually uncomfortable with displays of affection, stands tall and proud, his protective nature on full display. Cherrie, on the other hand, exudes a wild, untamed energy, her eyes glittering with a mixture of madness and devotion.

The final painting reveals a stunning portrait—a fusion of beauty and darkness. It showcases Azazel and Cherrie as larger-than-life figures, their auras intertwining, reflecting the passionate and unhinged nature of their relationship. The artist titled it "L'Amour ObsCure," acknowledging the obscure and enigmatic love that binds them together.

As the night progresses, and they make it back to their hotel, the passion between Azazel and Cherrie only intensifies. Azazel wants to gift her with an experience that will arouse all her senses. He blindfolds her with a soft silk scarf, enjoying the anticipation that dances in her beautiful blue eyes. "Trust me, baby," he whispers, his voice low and seductive. Obedient and eager, Cherrie lets Azazel guide her out of the suite and onto the private balcony. The cool, night air brings goosebumps to her skin, her nipples hardening under her thin negligee. Azazel inhales the sweet scent of her arousal, his possessive nature tinged with a hint of madness. He gently pulls the scarf from her eyes, revealing the breathtaking view of the Eiffel Tower. It stands tall and proud, illuminated against the night sky–a symbol of romance and desire.

Cherrie gasps at the sight, her heart fluttering as she takes in the sparkling city of Paris spread out before them. The soft glow of the city lights reflect in her eyes, mirroring the passion that burns within her. "It's so beautiful." She breathes, reaching out as if to touch the sparkling tower.

Azazel stands behind her, his strong, muscular body a contrast to her soft curves. He presses himself against her, his hardening cock pushing into the curve of her ass. "Not as beautiful as you,"he murmurs, nipping at her ear. "You're the work of art tonight, Baby. My very own canvas of pleasure." His hands roam over her body, cupping her full breasts and thumbing her already sensitive nipples. Cherrie moans, arching her back to offer herself to him. Azazel kisses her neck, his breath hot against her skin, then slowly drags his belt over her soft negligee, leaving goosebumps in its wake. "I want to paint you with my touch, mark you with my kisses," he whispers, his green eyes burning with desire.

Cherrie turns in his arms, facing him, her hands roaming over his chiseled chest. "Then paint me, Azazel," she says, her voice husky with want. "Make me yours under the stars. I want to feel you inside me, claiming me as your own." Azazel smiles, a dangerous glint in his eyes. He lifts her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carries her further out onto the balcony. The cool Parisian breeze plays with her hair, tickling her sensitive skin, while the soft glow of the city bathes them in an ethereal light. He sets her down on the cold, hard railing, the contrast of the chilly stone against her heated core making her gasp. Cherrie's eyes widen at the risky position, her heart pounding with adrenaline and desire. "Oh God, Azazel." She breathed, her hands gripping his broad shoulders for support. He stands between her thighs, his cock pulsating with need. Slowly, he rubs the head of his throbbing dick against her swollen pussy lips, teasing them both.

Cherrie whimpers, her eyes flowing closed as she savored the sensation. "You like that, Baby?" Azazel purrs, his voice dropping an octave. "You like feeling my hard dick against your sweet pussy?"

"Yes," she moans, her head falling back as she exposes her neck to him. "I want you, Azazel. Please, take me. Claim me as yours." Azazel growls, a primal sound that sends shivers down Cherrie's spine. With one swift thrust, he buries himself deepinside her, making her cry out in pleasure. Her pussy clenches around him, her walls already fluttering with the promise of an intense orgasm.

He begins to move, his powerful thrusts perfectly synchronized with the hungry rhythm of her hips. The sound of their passion fills the night air—flesh slapping against flesh, their moans and gasps, and the soft whimpers that escape Cherrie's lips. Azazel kisses her deeply, his tongue mimicking the pace of his hips as he plunders her mouth with the same fierce possession as he does her pussy.

Cherrie's senses are overwhelmed—the feel of his hard body against hers, the taste of him on her tongue, the sound of the city humming below them, and the sight of the Eiffel Tower–a stunning backdrop to their passionate encounter. Azazel reaches between their bodies, his fingers finding her swollen clit. He rubs slow, firm circles around her bundle of nerves, sending Cherrie spiraling towards the edge. "Cum for me, Baby." He growls, his voice demanding. "Let me feel that tight pussy squeezing my dick."

Cherrie cries out as her orgasm crashes over her, her body shaking with the force of it. Her pussy clenches and releases Azazel's dick as waves of pleasure rip through her. Azazel groans, feeling her orgasm milking his own release from him. He continues to thrust through her climax, prolonging her pleasure as his own dick twitches and spits rope after rope of cum deep inside her.

As their orgasms subside, they lean into each other, their breath steadying. Cherrie nuzzles into Azazel's neck, placing soft kisses against his skin. "That was incredible," she whispers, her fingers tracing patterns on his strong back. "Making love under the stars, with the Eiffel Tower as our witness … It's so romantic."

Azazel smirks, his green eyes shining with a mischievous light. "The night is still young, Baby," he murmurs, his hands roaming possessively over her body. "And I have a few more surprises in store for you. But first..."he trails off, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a long, black silk rope.

Cherrie's eyes widen at the sight, her adventurous spirit instantly intrigued. "First?" she prompts, her heart racing with anticipation.

Azazel secures her wrists above her head, tying the silk rope to the balcony railing. "First," he confirms, his voice dark and full of promise. "I want to explore every inch of your body with my mouth. And I want you completely exposed and at my mercy." His hands roam over her body, cupping her full breasts and thumbing her already hardened nipples. He teases them with his tongue, sucking and biting gently, enjoying the way she arches into him, seeking more pleasure. He spends time on each breast, worshiping them with his mouth, his tongue swirling and flicking, before trailing wet kisses down her stomach, leaving a glistening path. Cherrie moans, her breath coming in short gasps. "Oh, Az... It feels so good. I want more... please." He chuckles darkly, his breath fanning over her damp skin." Patience, my dear Cherrie. We have all night, and I intend to make the most of it." Cherrie stands before him like a feast, and he plans to devour her slowly. He slides three fingers into her wet pussy, then slowly pulls them out, kissing and nipping at her soft skin. Kneeling before her, he looks up and sucks his three fingers. Without warning, he plunges his tongue into her wet pussy, making her cry out and her hips buck. He holds her thighs tightly, keeping her in place as he eats her out with fierce possession. His tongue flicks her clit, then delves deep inside her, tasting her sweetness. He moans softly, the sound vibrating through her, adding a whole new level of sensation.

Cherrie is lost in a sea of pleasure, her hands gripping Azazel’s hair as she moans loudly. "Az... I'm gonna cum... Oh fuck!" Hearing her plea, he doesn't relent; instead, he adds another level of stimulation. He reaches for a small, buzzing toy and teases her entrance with it, sliding it in slowly as he continues to lick her clit. The dual stimulation sends her over the edge, and she screams as her orgasm tears through her.

Azazel holds her through the waves of pleasure, his tongue lapping up her juices as they flow freely. He savors the taste of her release, his dick aching to be inside her, but he isn't done yet. He stands, wraps one hand around her throat, and taps her lips with his other hand, signaling for her to open. Cherrie obeys and opens her mouth, sticking her tongue out. Azazel opens his mouth and lets the cum drip between her parted lips.

Once her breathing starts to steady, he removes the blindfold, wanting to watch her reactions to what comes next. Her eyes flutter open, a mix of satisfaction and anticipation shining in them. She smiles lazily at him, her body still buzzing from her intense orgasm. "That was incredible, Az.”

He grins, that unhinged look in his eye that she loves so much. "Oh, I have plenty more where that came from."

Reaching into his bag of tricks, he produces a small, silky scarf. "I'm going to tie you up, Cherrie. Restrain you so you can't touch yourself, and then I'm going to continue my exploration." A shiver runs through her as he speaks, and her eyes spark with excitement. "Yes, please. I want to be at your mercy, Az. Completely exposed and helpless."

He ties the scarf loosely around her wrists, binding them together, then secures it to the headboard. She tests the restraint, a small smile playing on her lips.

With her secured, he produces a small, silver vibrator. Holding her gaze, he teases the vibrator over her body, dragging it across her breasts and down her stomach, before placing it at theentrance to her glistening pussy. He doesn't turn it on, not yet, instead pressing it slowly inside her, enjoying the way her eyes flutter closed at the sensation.

"You like that, Cherrie? Feeling yourself being filled?"

"Mmm, yes," she murmurs. "Az ... I want it all."

Smiling, he leans down and sucks a nipple into his mouth, biting gently as he reaches for the controls and turns the vibrator on low. Cherrie gasps, her hips bucking as the vibrations pulse through her. He takes his time, kissing and sucking his way down her body as the vibrations build, teasing her mercilessly. The vibrator isn't the only toy he has planned for her, though. Reaching into his bag again, he pulls out a small, soft plug. This one is different, though; it has a thin tail that brushes against her sensitive skin while he trails it over her body. "This is a special surprise, Cherrie. A little reminder that you're mine, and only mine."

Without further ado, he presses the plug into her tight hole, watching her face as it stretches to accommodate the toy. Her eyes widen, and a mix of pleasure and surprise crosses her face. "Oh my God, Az..." With the plug in place, he returns his attention to her pussy, now dripping wet and hungry for attention. He alternates between the vibrator and his tongue, licking and sucking her swollen clit as the vibrator pulses inside her. Her moans fill the room, and her hips buck against her restraints as he brings her to the brink again and again, not letting her tip over the edge.

As her pleasure builds, he reaches between them and frees his throbbing dick. He strokes himself slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. "Eyes on me, Cherrie. I want to see your beautiful eyes as you fall apart."

He holds the vibrator firmly in place while he circles her clit with his tongue, and that's all it takes. She screams his name as her orgasm crashes over her, her body shaking with the force ofit. Azazel groans, his own release so close, but he wants to be inside her when he cums. Withdrawing the vibrator, he quickly positions himself at her entrance. With one smooth thrust, he sinks into her, feeling her muscles clench around him as she rides out the waves of her orgasm. He gives her a moment to recover, enjoying the feeling of being embedded in her hot, wet pussy.

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