••{AZRAEL'S POV}••
The taste of Delilah is so intoxicating as I swirl my tongue, deep and fast, into her cunt. Her wrists are pinned above her head by my hand as I grope and knead her breast with the other, grinding circles on her hard nipple with my thumb. She bucks and thrashes beneath me, her desperate moans like music to my ears.
Her hips jolt upward, forcing my tongue deeper into her cunt every time I find that perfect, swollen ridge inside and I flick my tongue over it without mercy.
"Master!" she cries out, her back arching off the bed.
Her legs begin to shudder, a violent tremor that seizes her entire body. A gush of her release floods my mouth, soaking my chin, but I don't pull away.
I drive my tongue deeper, lapping at her, sucking her bud between my lips until she's whimpering, her body spent and trembling until the very last drop of her release.
I rise up on my knees, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and look down at my beautiful mess. Her violet eyes are glazed, her chest rising and falling.
"I could feast on you until your screams echo throughout every corridor in Darkholme," I growl, my voice rough.
She pulls me in and our lips crash together. Her hands tangle in my hair as the kiss grows heated, and rough. She bites my lower lip and I bite back, groaning as the rich, metallic tang of our blood mixes on our tongues as they dance in a fight for dominance. We drink from each other until the need for air forces us apart, gasping for breath.
My cock is a throbbing, aching weight against my stomach. I hook her legs over my shoulders, spreading her wide open for me again. I position the swollen head at her entrance, watching her eyes darken with pure hunger.
"Look at me," I command.
Her violet eyes lock on mine and I bury myself to the hilt in one brutal, unforgiving thrust. Her scream is raw, a sound of pure ecstasy. Her eyes roll back, her head thrashing on the pillows. I don't give her a second to adjust. I pull out and slam back in, setting a punishing pace. The wet, slapping sounds of my hips meeting her ass fill the chamber.
"Master!" she shrieks, her fingers clawing at the silk sheets. "Don't hold back! Ravage me!"
"Is this what you want, you filthy whore?" I snarl, driving into her harder.
"Harder! Take me harder! I'm your whore, use me!"
Her words spur me on. I lean over her, caging her with my arms, my face inches from hers. I ravage her with everything I have, my rhythm becoming animalistic and desperate. She wraps her arms around my back and I feel the sharp sting of her nails digging into my skin. She drags them down, ripping the flesh open. The sharp pain mixes with the overwhelming pleasure of her cunt clenching around me, milking my cock with every deep stroke. It's too much. A groan rips from my throat as I come, pumping my release deep inside her, claiming her, filling her.
I slowly pull out, watching my seed spill from her used, reddened cunt. She's panting, her body glistening with sweat.
"I'm not done with you just yet."
I flip her onto her stomach. She immediately arches her back, reaching back to spread herself open. I grip her hips, my fingers digging into her flesh, and guide my cock back to her slick entrance. One brutal thrust and I'm buried inside her again. She screams into the bed, the sound muffled by the sheets.
I bring her up, one arm wrapping around her waist to hold her against me, the other hand cupping her jaw, turning her face to mine. Her full breasts bounce with every one of my thrusts, a heavy, mesmerizing rhythm I can't look away from.
"Your lips," I breathe, my mouth hovering over hers, "belong to me." I crush my lips to hers in a short, possessive kiss.
"This body," my hand slides from her jaw, down her throat, over her collarbone, before roughly groping her breast, pinching her nipple hard, "belongs to me." I move to her other tit, squeezing the soft skin.
"And this dripping cunt," my hand slides down her stomach, my fingers finding her swollen bud, rubbing tight, frantic circles, "is fucking mine."
"Yes! I'm yours!" she sobs, her body trembling violently against mine. "All yours, Master Azrael!"
The pressure of my fingers on her bud and the relentless pounding of my cock push her over another edge. She convulses around me, a fresh wave of her release slicking my cock. I don't stop. I keep ravaging her through it, my pace never faltering.
"I own you, Delilah," I rasp into her ear, my teeth grazing the sensitive skin of her neck. "Every fucking inch of this body is my property to use. I'm going to take you until you can't remember your own name, until you can't walk."
"Yes! Gods, yes, Master! Please!" she begs, her head lolling back against my shoulder. "Breed me again, fill your whore with your seed!"
I sink my fangs into her neck. She cries out in pain and pleasure as I drink from her. The world narrows to the feel of her hot blood on my tongue, the tight, wet clutch of her cunt, the way her massive breasts bounce with every brutal thrust.
I am lost in her.
I pull my fangs free, licking the wound as it heals, the skin knitting together almost instantly.
"I own you," I snarl, my thrusts becoming erratic as I feel another release building.
The door to my chambers swings open with a force that cracks it against the stone wall.
I turn my head to see my mother, Seraphine, standing there. And right behind her, my sister, Azeria. My mother's gaze drops from my face, down to where my cock is still buried deep inside Delilah.
Delilah goes still, a strangled gasp catching in her throat.
I ease out of Delilah, stepping back and grabbing a cloth to wipe myself off. With my chest still heaving, I whirl around and my gaze lands on my mother and sister standing in the doorway..
"What is the meaning of this?" I growl, my voice rough with frustration.
Delilah quickly grabs the sheets, wrapping them tightly around her, and leaps off the bed.
She bows, "Mother Empress… Princess," she says, her eyes lowered, "I'm honored by your presence."
My mother sweeps her up and down with sharp, disapproving eyes.
"Get out," she commands.
"As you wish, Mother Empress," Delilah says, scooping her clothes from the floor. She covers herself fully, then glides toward the door, leaving without another word.
I drag myself over to a chair, snatching up my robe to cover myself. Anger simmers beneath the surface.
"You could've at least knocked!" I snap at my mother, spinning around to face her. "Do you even realize what—"
"I did knock," she interrupts and my words die on my tongue. "But you were clearly too… distracted to hear me." Her golden eyes narrow. "When were you planning on telling me that you captured a human princess and brought her into Darkholme?"
My brows pull together. "Who told you this?"
Azeria strolls over to a chair, sitting casually, crossing one leg over the other. "While you were busy with your mistress," she says smoothly, "your little captive killed eight of our servants. It was immediately brought to my attention before I told our mother."
Mother leans forward with her hands on her hips. "What is this, Azrael? Part of some plan to conquer a human kingdom? Explain yourself."
I stare at her, the frustration rising with every passing second. "It's none of your business."
Her eyes flare. "I am your mother! I deserve to know who this girl is and why she is in our empire."
"I said no!" I snap, hardening my voice. "When the time comes, you'll know what I want you to know. Until then—enough."
Azeria rises smoothly, crossing her arms. "I suppose I'll just have to find out for myself then."
I storm toward her, closing the distance in a heartbeat. My eyes lock with hers, burning with command.
"As your emperor, I order you not to even breathe in the direction of her chambers. Do you understand me?"
Azeria doesn't say a word. She raises her chin, holding my gaze.
Turning back to my mother, I add, "And mother, if you respect me, you will do the same."
My mother's lips press into a thin line before she sighs. "Fine. But you brought this princess here, so she's your responsibility. Get her under control before she goes on another killing spree and murders all the servants in the castle. Understood?"
I only nod, tension still radiating off me.
••{DELILAH'S POV}••
I didn't close the door completely. Just a sliver, enough to allow me to hear. My brows furrow as I listen to their conversation.
A human princess? Captured and brought to Darkholme?
My mind races.
Azrael doesn't act without reason. And yet… he went out of his way to bring a human here?
Why? And what does he plan to do with her?
I've been his lover in bed for years. He shares everything, but kept this secret even from me?
Not even his family knew beforehand, and Azrael's secrecy is never aimless.
I press my back against the wall, listening silently as the discussion continues.
Whatever the reason might be… I need to know.
I must find out if I'm to understand what game the Emperor is truly playing.