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nesta’s gaze is once again fixed upon azriel’s features, every shift in his expression reverberates through her body. the intensity in his dark eyes is a feast for her own and she can see the exact moment when his resolve changes and knows he’ll heed her request.

as much as she needs him on her, inside her, she wishes she could pause for just a moment to drink in the sight of him with his wings flared. he doesn’t look entirely real to her ( entirely too good to be true ) but his hands on her legs, then her face, remind her that he is. anticipation rolls through her body like a wave crashing against the shore; the weight of it makes her tremble, but she keeps it from her gaze. at the feeling of his cock pressed against her entrance she swallows, but her hungry eyes remain on his, devouring his features. waiting, but not at all patient.

she isn’t as ready as she wanted to believe. azriel fills her to the point of aching, but it’s far from the worst thing she’s ever felt - it might just be the best when his hips move in tandem to the rhythm of her speeding pulse, just like she asked him to. better. the way he moves inside her draws a cry from her lips, but she wraps her legs around his waist in a bid to keep him close. her hands move to his sides to steady herself and to hold him closer still, and at his words she digs her nails into his flesh. once again she’s left speechless, for a few moments her only response is to trail her tongue across his adam's apple, to suck on the raised flesh and relish in the gravel of his voice. 

“ watch me first, ” she breathes into the crook of his neck, a hand moving to rest at the other side as she nips at his jaw. “ you can fuck me however you like after. ” finally, her mouth finds his again and she captures his lower lip between her teeth, tasting herself. “ wherever you like. ” nesta is being vocal about what she wants but the truth is that he can take her any way he wishes; for as long as he wishes. too much time has passed since the last time she was touched, and she’s never been touched quite like this; without an ounce of fear. in the back of her mind she doesn’t doubt that this is for one night only, and she won't hesitate to make the most of the one night.

& THERE'S A HAZE that takes over his hazel eyes ; they go vacant and dark. blown pupils. a wicked, savage look for a warrior beast. her words are heard but almost ignored until she adds her final phrase. it's what snaps the rest of his resolve that he's been doing so well to keep leashed.

' i need you to fuck me to the beat of it ' rings in his ears and he's pulling his scarred fingers from her dripping core. azriel could feel her walls flutter around his digits just moments before, clinging to that feeling of fullness. she claimed she was ready but was she truly ready for what came next?

" you're ready when i say you are. " azriel speaks lowly, his voice as ominous as his shadows. something dark prowls under his skin and over his flesh, whispering to take the girl. go ahead, take her. that resolve is crushed, the pieces blowing away in the proverbial wind. azriel stands then, his wings flared and stance sure. predatory.

his scarred hands pull her thighs forward until she's falling off the edge of the wooden table with no where to go but to be seated upon him. almost. his cock rests against her glistening cunt and his hand then comes up to grip her face. he looks over her features as if looking for something ; possibly any hesitation or fear in her eyes... and there is none. he sees nothing but lust and determination.

in one swift move, he's pushing inside her tight core. azriel goes slow, yet possibly not slow enough. he doesn't want to hurt her but knows she is some other breed ; she's not illyrian but she cannot possibly only be a made - high fae. no, nesta archeron is some other sort of monster. like calls to like.

her heartbeat is in his ears and he begins to move, his hips in time with the pulse that beats inside her skin. " i'm torn.. i want to watch you come undone but i also want to turn you over and fuck you harder. "

i just know nesta is light sensitive as hell. that’s why she’s always glaring and squinting - she can’t see.

@aemorall, continued from here.

it’s rarely nesta’s intention to sound judgemental; it simply laces it’s way into her words. the witch lifts an eyebrow at his response, but says no more about the blood stains. it isn’t the first time she’s seen him bloodied ( in fact, he’s definitely looked worse ) and she knows it won’t be the last. she focuses her silver gaze on his and simply tilts her head to one side, beckoning him to follow her into the house he already knows he has access to. he’s the first and only vampire to have received an invitation into her home. she can protect herself, but she isn’t interested in finding out if she’ll need to - nor is she interested in the tediousness of reinforcing protection spells after the fact. but she’s known damon for long enough to know that she’s just as valuable to him as he is to her. in any case, most of their deals are better off done in private. 

“ i'd offer you a snack, but i’m guessing you’ve already had one? ” there’s a hint of mirth in her voice as she leads him into the lounge. if she lies to herself, decides that his meal was somebody who had it coming to him, it’s easy for her to find some amusement in the reality of what his survival means. nesta leans against the edge of an old dining table, littered with candles and an assortment of ingredients for spellwork, and sets her sights upon him once again. her features remain neutral as she watches, but there’s a slight rise and fall in her chest before she speaks. “ there have been whispers of a new vampire family in town. four females, three males – have you heard the same rumours? ”