AZRAEL
In all my secret fantasies of ravishing Valoria, none of them involved her sneaking into my bed and begging me to take her, because it seemed closer to fiction to think about it and I wanted something real enough to get me off.
Yet she's here, dressed in a thin nightgown in my bed, desperate. The scent of her desire, though faint, wafts in the air between us.
Dulling all my senses until she's the only thing I'm conscious of. Every curve of her body, every breath, every rise and fall of her heaving chest.
Her gorgeous eyes basically beg me to take her. Who am I to deny the request?
I take her lips suddenly into a heated, passionate kiss, hungry and eager to devour every bit of her plump lips daring to utter those words without consequence.
She has no idea how much I've waited and replayed this fantasy in my head, and now I intend to take as much as I can before she can change her mind.
