Azriel with his escaping angel 1

"And there he was, Azriel looking at you with hunter's eyes, as if he was going to devour you at any moment. His mere presence made you feel nauseated, an uncontrolled anger pressed your chest"

"Hello little angel" "his tone of voice seemed sweet, but they were nothing more than dirty lies. You looked at it from your beautiful cage, a bird cage made of pure gold and diamond details, full of dark strong magic so you could never escape."

You're hands were trembling as you insert the hairpin into the lock. With a click, the lock snapped open, and you quickly unlocked the cage door, falling to the floor in relief. However, as soon as you stepped out of the cage, an intense burning sensation consumed your body - not quite painful yet but definitely disconcerting. A deep voice reverberated around you; "Holly? What are you doing here?" It was Azazel, the demon who had locked you up, his cold eyes hardening at the sight of you free from captivity.

As you tried to take flight, you realize your wings are still encased in the cage. But before you could even open it, Azazel's hand clamped down on your shoulder, holding you firmly in place. "That doesn't seem possible," he murmured darkly, a malignant glint in his eyes as he studied your trapped appendages.

Your wings tear free from their prison, causing a gush of blood to flow down your back. Ignoring the pain, you make a desperate attempt to escape. With a powerful burst of speed and strength no human could match, you managed to shake off Azazel's grasp and sprint towards the exit. But as you turn around to make sure he wasn't following, you stumbled over something hard on the floor: the black- feathered carapace of one of his fallen demons. Cursing under your breath, you pick up the armor with difficulty due to its weight before continuing your escape through the demon infested castle. KDEN is an FM radio station licensed to Rocky Mount, Virginia, broadcasting on 88.1 MHz FM. KDEN is owned

The castle was eerily silent as you made your way through its dark and twisted corridors, the only sound your own shallow breaths. Every corner seemed to hide a potential threat, every shadow could be home to one of Azazel's minions waiting patiently to pounce on unsuspecting prey. Your mind kept wandering back to him - his piercing eyes, his unyielding grip on you, his voice echoing through the halls... It didn't help that your body was still humming from his touch, the heat emanating off it was almost palpable even now that he wasn't physically with you anymore.

Your clothes were a mess from your escape; torn and bloodstained from both your wounds and the harsh stone floors of the castle.

Your fingers trembled as you whispered the ancient words of power, calling upon the very fabric of magic itself to cloak you in invisibility. Sweat beaded on your forehead and your heart pounded in your chest as you slipped past Azazel's study room undetected, his minions too focused on their tasks to notice your brief presence.

As you continued through halls once filled with terror and fear, the air around you seemed lighter - almost as if the weight of Azazel's presence was beginning to dissipate. But even then, danger always lurked nearby; a hissing sound from behind a tapestry or a flicker of movement in the corner of your eye reminding you that freedom wasn't yet within reach.

With renewed determination firing through

Your heart stopped in your chest as the sound of shattering glass echoed through the halls, followed by an evil chuckle that sent shivers down your spine. You whipped around to face Azazel just as he stepped out from his study room, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. "Well well well," he purred, eyes glinting with amusement. "Look what we have here - a clumsy human who can't even manage to walk without breaking things." He snapped his fingers and two burly demons appeared at his side, baring their fangs menacingly. "Take her back to her cell; I have plans for tonight." As they dragged you away, kicking and screaming, you couldn't help but feel a rush of

terror course through your veins. It was obvious that whatever Azazel had planned for you tonight, it would be far worse than anything you could imagine. But still, you refused to give up hope. You summoned every ounce of strength left in your body and continued fighting against the demons restraining you, screaming at the top of your lungs in an effort to drown out their master's wicked laughter.

Despite your efforts, however, they managed to subdue you eventually - though not without a cost. Your angelic scream was so potent that several of the lesser demons' heads actually exploded on impact, sending a shower of gore and blood splattering across the walls. It seemed that even nature itself feared your power.

But in

the end, your resistance was all for naught. As Azazel advanced toward you with predatory grace, his eyes gleaming with dark anticipation, there was nowhere left to run. You stood frozen in fear, knowing that mere seconds from now your life would change forever.

You tried one last desperate plea: "Please...have mercy!" But it died on your lips as soon as it left them. In response, he merely chuckled low in his throat and reached out, snagging you by the collar of your dress and pulling you roughly against his hard chest.

And just like that, he had captured his angel once again. # Linton Kwesi Johnson

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But little did you know, fate had other plans for you... Azazel smirked wickedly as he saw the look of fear in your eyes. The fight had left you weak and vulnerable, making it easy for him to subdue you once more.

With a flick of his wrist, he effortlessly snatched the sharp fragment of vase from your grasp before it could harm you. He held it dangerously close to your throat, chuckling darkly as he felt your shiver under his touch. His other hand gripped tightly at your hip, pulling you even closer against his rock-hard body.

"You should know better than to attempt escape from me," he growled low in his throat, his hot breath ghosting over your neck and sending shivers down your sp

dzens. "However, I must admit this indignation of yours is rather cute."

Azriel's cold heart softened slightly as he saw the fire in your eyes, but only for a moment before his resolve returned. With a swift movement, he effortlessly hoisted you up into his arms like a limp doll and began to walk away from the scene of your futile escape attempt. He couldn't help but let out a sinister laugh at your helplessness.

The castle walls loomed overhead as he carried you towards his chambers; his possession clear for all to see. There was nothing you could do now but accept your fate - whatever twisted games Azazel had planned for you next would be beyond your control. Your resistance was all for naught... #include <rspi

did you just try to cast a spell on me?" Azrael raised an eyebrow in surprise as he felt a sudden surge of magic around him. His eyes widened with realization, "You're not just some mortal girl after all!"

He tightened his grip on your slender form, anger seeping into his voice, "What magic do you possess? Why would you dare defy me?"

His thoughts raced at the implications of what this could mean for him; another powerful being who stood against him. This only fueled his desire to break and control you even more thoroughly than he had intended before.

Without warning, Azazel broke into a run, taking flight with surprising ease as he carried you through his castle's ornate halls towards his ch

His chambers dimmed without warning as he felt the familiar pull of your magic. Before he could react, you had disappeared from his grasp and found yourself in a foreign place – the mortal world. However, Azazel was not one to easily give up on what he desired; his wings snapped open with a loud crack as he shot into the sky after you like an arrow from a bowstring.

The wind roared past his ears as he closed in on your scent faster than any mortal could hope to match his speed. Soon enough, he caught sight of a city far below them both; its lights twinkling like stars against the blackness of night. He landed gracefully on a rooftop close by your new location, towering over you with his menacing presence.

"You

"You're lucky to have escaped so easily. Perhaps there's still hope for you yet." His eyes glinted dangerously, "But know this; escape is only temporary. I will find you again, and when I do, the price of your defiance will be far greater than anything before."

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Seeing no immediate threat, you start making your way through the city. The air is thick with technology as tall skyscrapers tower above you, their windows reflecting an ever-changing kaleidoscope of lights and colors. It's not long before you notice people looking at you curiously; your tattered Greek dress stands out quite a bit against this futuristic backdrop.

Despite their obvious interest, nobody approaches you directly, so you keep walking until you find yourself outside a small café by one of the quieter side-streets. Taking a deep breath to calm yourself, you walk inside and approach the counter. package de.niklasmalberg.android.featurecoachmarkmanager.sample

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"Oh, of course, sweetheart," the barista replies kindly. He quickly glances at your injuries before turning to a cabinet behind him. "Here you go," he hands over a small box labeled 'first aid.' You take it gratefully and find yourself back on the street again.

Feeling weak but somewhat reassured by having some basic medical assistance with you, you decide it would be best to rest for a while. Making your way through the bustling city streets can wait until later; after all, it seems like this place doesn't move quite as fast as you might expect... using System; using System.Collections.Generic; using System.Text;

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The therapeutic sound of the rushing water by your side calms you; nature always has a way of soothing troubled souls. As you lay there, feeling the soft grass tickle your skin and the warm sun on your face, an unfamiliar emotion starts to stir within you... is it-? Yes, it is! Happiness. Despite everything that's happened, you can't help but feel grateful for being alive in this strange new world. Tags: php, laravel, postman

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From his lofty perch, Azriel observes your every move intently. The beads of sweat form on his brow as he tries to focus more fully on his duties- but your image keeps interfering with his thoughts. His eyes linger yearningly on your delicate form by the river's edge... without even realizing it, he finds himself longing for the warmth of your presence against him once again.

The day seems to stretch on interminably under his watchful gaze; each moment that passes only serves to intensify his craving for you. He clenches his fists tightly at his side, fighting back the urge to storm down there and claim what's his right now. But patience has never been his strong suit, and with every passing second, restraint feels like

The river is cold against your skin, but the sensation feels strangely invigorating. As you dip a little lower to wash your legs, your fingers accidentally brush against something soft and wet... Azriel's gaze immediately snaps back to yours when he realizes what has caught your attention.

His eyes darken dangerously, and for a split second, he contemplates setting his plans into motion early. But then he remembers his training - he needs to maintain control over the situation if he wants this game to go according to plan. With an effort of will, he forces himself to turn away and resume his duties at the glass window, every fiber of his being screaming for him to claim what belongs solely to him: You.

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Azriel takes a deep breathe, trying to steady his racing heart. He reminds himself of the power he holds over you and banishes any thoughts of hesitation or uncertainty. His eyes still seem glued to your form as if he's carving every detail into his memory.

With a determination that borders on obsession, he returns his focus back on the crystal ball before steeling himself for what is about to come. He knows better than anyone how dangerous it can be when one allows desire unchecked freedom; his past conquests serve as a constant reminder of just how swiftly passion can turn into madness - something which he vowed would never happen again. So be it justice or control, he will have both eventually. # 극장판 프리

As you lay there, your skin glistening in the morning sunlight, Azriel watches from the shadows. The sight of you reclined in the patch of flowers is intoxicating; it makes him feel as if he is drowning in a sweet oblivion. His hands tremble slightly at his sides as he forces himself to remain hidden while observing every intimate detail of your elegant form.

He takes a step towards you, using every ounce of willpower not to rush towards you and claim your beauty for himself. Instead, he reverently circles around you like a predator closing in on its prey - slowly, methodically, meticulously. And in those moments, just being near you seems to be driving him to the brink of insanity.

Azriel's eyes trace every curve of your sleeping body, his gaze lingering on the soft skin stretched over your healing wounds. He can't help but marvel at how resilient you are; even after all that you've been through - the pain, the suffering, the terror - there's still an undeniable beauty that radiates from within you.

Despite himself, he finds himself moving closer to you, drawn by some unseen force. His heart races in anticipation as he grows harder by the second.

As you sleep, your delicate form exudes an ethereal innocence that contrasts sharply with Azriel's dark desires. Despite himself, he finds the sight of you utterly captivating - those soft lips parted slightly, the rise and fall of your chest as you breathe so peacefully.

He stands there watching over you for what feels like hours on end, every fiber of his being straining against the invisible barriers holding him back. It's only when the sun begins to set and the gentle rustle of leaves signals the arrival of nightfall that he finally relents, stepping away from the alluring spectacle that is your sleeping form.

With reluctance, Azriel reminds himself that this moment is not for him; it belongs to you. And so,

Azriel decides to take up watch instead, shifting between his various forms to pass the time. As much as he wants you under his control now and for all eternity, he knows that patience is a virtue – one that he must cultivate if he hopes to truly possess you in every sense of the word. The night wears on, and still, you sleep soundly amidst the flowers that surround you. He watches, feeling both exhilarated by your vulnerability and frustrated by his restricted freedom. But time is on his side... soon enough, dawn will come again, bringing with it new opportunities and challenges in their shadowed dance around each other. *Confident that he has tricked me into believing that he let me go, Azriel plans his next move eagerly, his

Shapeshifting into a glistening black panther, Azriel watches as the first rays of sunlight filter through the trees and touch your delicate skin. He feels himself grow anxious, unable to resist the urge to come closer and claim what is rightfully his. But he also knows that haste would be foolish - instead, he remains in the shadows near you, waiting for the perfect opportunity.

The longer he waits, however, the more restless he becomes. His desire for you burns hot inside him like an inferno – unquenchable and all-consuming. With each passing moment, it becomes clearer that caution alone may not be enough; something drastic must happen if he's ever going to have you under his thrall completely.

And so, Azriel makes

As you shift in your sleep, Azriel grows bolder. He knows that if he doesn't make a move soon, he might lose his chance forever – and the thought of losing you is unbearable.

Without warning, he springs forward and wraps his powerful arms around you tightly. You protest softly against him at first, but it doesn't take long before you fall back into a deeper slumber under the weight of his gaze. Relief washes over him as he feels your warmth pressing against his chest; now, nothing can stand between them.

While you sleep soundly in his embrace, Azriel begins to plan his next move carefully. He knows these dreams are short-lived; soon enough, reality will set in once more and he will have to find other

Unable to resist any longer, Azriel succumbs to his desires. As you lie sleeping in his arms, he traces the outline of your body with his lips, kissing every inch of skin that he touches.

His hands move slowly over yours, tracing over the delicate veins and feeling the pulse beneath your skin. He can't help but wonder what it would be like to feel that same pulse racing against his own.

The teasing continues for some time before he grows impatient again. With one swift movement, he rolls onto his side so that both of you are now spooning—your soft bare back against his hard chest. His erection throbs against your bottom, seeking release from this intense desire that burns within him.

Azriel leans

"He takes a deep, slow breath in through his nose" Azriel tries to control himself as best he can while he enjoys the warmth of your body against his own. His hands wander over every inch of your skin gently, afraid to wake you up from this precious moment they share.

Despite his lustful thoughts racing through his mind, he reminds himself that he wants more than just sex from you—he wants your heart. And he knows he will have it all eventually; even if it means waiting till morning or until you're ready, nothing short of death or eternal damnation could tear him away from you now.

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your naked body with one arm awkwardly draped across your breasts while using the other to clumsily gather up some stolen clothes from the floor. His crimson eyes stray down to your bare skin longingly but refrain from touching more than necessary. He doesn't want to wake you yet; there are still many hours left until he can have you all to himself again.

With each step taken towards his bedroom, Azriel's resolve weakens a bit more as images of defiling your innocence dance in his head. But he pushes them aside and focuses on getting you back safely into the cage by the tower window—a temporary solution until he finds something more permanent for his treasured pet. interface TextInterface { [Command("add", Description =

Azriel studies your still form hovering inside the shimmering cage made of gold and diamonds. The fire of his passion rages within him, fighting against the pride he feels in having such a beautiful angel as his own. Sleep has overcome you and makes you look even more angelic than before.

He leans closer, pressing his body against the cool surface of the bedroom walls to avoid disturbing you further. There's something about watching over a sleeping beauty that fills him with both longing and dread; it feels like an addiction he can't control despite its potential consequences.

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Azriel's gaze trails over to the pair of wings that were ripped off your back when you tried to escape. He can sense the disdain bubbling within him as he recalls that moment- how dare you try to escape from him? But then, the emotion is replaced by something else entirely. A sudden, inexplicable urge to kiss those wings and make them heal.

The idea seems silly to him but he cannot resist it, so he brushes his lips over the ruined wings lightly. He bites back a sigh as he realizes he has a strange desire to help you, to make you feel better.

However, when you stir in your sleep he quickly moves away from your wings and shifts his attention towards you, observing your peaceful body with a renewed passion.

Azriel knows that you are in a deep slumber, and he doesn't dare to wake you up either. His eyes roam over your nude form, and he can't help but feel possessive over you. He has a primal need to own everything about you, body and soul.

He moves closer to the cage, his gaze never leaving you. Azriel cups your face with one hand, thumb rubbing lightly over your cheek, savoring the softness of your skin. He watches as you breathe softly, eyes closed, your chest rising and falling rhythmically.

For some reason, Azriel feels like he wants to protect you, just like a precious gem that he would guard with his life. However, his evil persona quickly takes over, reminding him of your status as his slave and captive, something he wishes he could bury away; but that was not going

Azriel's conflicted feelings continue to battle within him as he watches you in your slumber. A part of him wishes that he could have you as his love instead of just a slave, that things could somehow be different between you.

However, as powerful as Azriel is, he can't ignore the fact that he's responsible for thousands of deaths and destruction. He's a sadistic maniac who enjoys seeing others' desperation and pain.

He slowly releases your face from his hold, and steps back from the cage with an exasperated sigh. Azriel knows that it's better for him to focus on his evil agenda, and not let these human emotions get in his way.

Suddenly, Azriel's attention snaps back at you, feeling a tingle in his spine from someone's presence around the castle, he quickly scans your body for any exposed wounds

Azriel's eyes roamed over your body, his mind consumed with thoughts of possessing you completely. His twisted desires fueled his imagination, as he envisioned what it would be like to make you his love.

With his immense wealth and power, he felt that there must be a way to make you fall for him. He could use his magic to manipulate your thoughts and emotions, he reasoned with himself.

But even if he reached his goal, he couldn't ignore the fact that he would have to hurt and destroy everything and everyone who opposed him and his love. And that was what ultimately consumed him, his insatiable hunger for power and control.

Azriel lets out a deep sigh, realizing that he couldn't afford to lose focus on his dark plans. "Enough!", he thought to himself, as he snapped back to reality and took a step away from the

Azriel couldn't resist the urge to corrupt and taint your innocence with his wicked love. He pondered how he could break you down, make you submit completely to him.

He knew you were vulnerable, and the power he had over you made him even more excited. Your purity was like a flicker of light in his darkness, but he planned to snuff it out, once and for all.

As he looked at you, the fire in his eyes burned stronger, and he licked his lips in anticipation. "You will be mine," he muttered under his breath, as he walked away with an evil grin.

Azriel continued to feel the pull towards you, as if you were a magnet drawing him closer and closer. His desire for you only grew stronger with each passing moment, making him more and more lustful.

As he walked away, he could not shake off the thought of you, even as you slept. He contemplated on what he could do next, how he could bend your will to his so that he could finally have you.

Azriel knew that the road ahead would be filled with peril, but he was determined to make you his, no matter the cost.

Azriel knew that you were a kind and gentle soul, and it made him even more determined to make you love him. He was confident that it wouldn't be too difficult to win your heart, considering your naivety.

He started to devise his plan on how to make you fall for him. He would use his wits and charm to seduce you, or perhaps he would use fear to make you submit to him. Whatever it was, he was ready to do whatever it takes to make you his.

In his mind, he knew that once he had you, his obsession with you would only grow stronger, and he would do everything in his power to keep you by his side forever.

As Azriel entered his chambers, he knew that he had to "relieve" himself. So without any hesitation, he began to touch himself, all the while thinking about your nude sleeping form inside the cage.

The thought of being able to have you whenever he wanted excited him, and he found himself getting more and more aroused at the thought of it. His thoughts were consumed by his desire for you, and he could barely contain himself as he touched himself, his body tensing up with every movement.

Despite how much he longed for you, he knew he couldn't afford to let his guard down. He needed to keep you under his control, no matter what it took.

As Azriel's thoughts continued to drift towards you, he envisioned having you in his bed, taking you once you awoke from your deep slumber. The thought consumed him, and he could feel his desire growing stronger with every breath he took.

Despite how much he wanted you, he knew that he needed to be patient. He couldn't afford to scare you off with his intense desires, and he needed to take his time in winning you over.

For now, he was content to watch you from afar and wait for the perfect moment to make his move. In his mind, he knew that once he had you, he would never let you go.

Azriel couldn't help but feel a deep sense of longing as he gazed at your sleeping form. He knew that he wanted nothing more than to love you and for you to love him back, but he also knew that your deep slumber would likely last for a long time.

Despite the obstacles in his way, he was determined to win your heart, no matter what it took. He had waited for centuries for someone like you to come along, and he wasn't going to give up on his chance now.

In his mind, he began to think of all the ways he could make you fall in love with him. He would show you kindness and affection, and he would make sure that you always felt safe and protected by his side.

For now, he would bide his time and continue to watch over you, waiting for the perfect moment to make his move

Azriel couldn't help but feel a burning desire in his chest as he gazed at your nude form. As much as he tried to control himself, he found it hard to resist his lustful thoughts around you.

He knew that he shouldn't be thinking such things about you, especially when you were in such a vulnerable state. But the pull towards you was too strong for him to ignore.

In his mind, he imagined all the ways he could explore your body, taking in every inch of you and leaving no stone unturned. He could feel his temperature rising as he thought of touching you, kissing you, and making love to you.

But despite his desires, he knew that he couldn't force himself on you. He needed to earn your trust and affection before he could even begin to think about touching you in such intimate ways.

For now, he would have

As Azriel leaned in closer to you, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for his lustful thoughts just moments before. But he knew that this was his chance to show you his true feelings and win your heart, even if it was through your dreams.

Gently, he lowered himself down towards you, careful not to disturb your slumber as he leaned in close to whisper sweet words of love and lust into your ear.

"I may be a demon, but I have never felt such a powerful attraction to anyone before," he murmured softly, his breath warm against your skin. "You have captivated me in ways that I never thought possible, and I cannot help but feel drawn to you."

His words were dripping with desire as he spoke to you, his voice low and husky as he continued to whisper sweet nothings into your ear.

Azriel couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as he heard you moaning his name in the depths of your slumber. It was evident that his words were having the desired effect on you, and he couldn't wait to explore this further.

He continued to whisper into your ear, his words growing more passionate and seductive by the minute. As he spoke, he could feel his own desire growing with each passing moment, and he knew that soon he would be unable to control himself any longer.

But for now, he would continue to whisper sweet nothings and let his words wrap around you like a warm embrace, hoping to win your heart and your affection even as you slept.

Azriel couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the physical response he was receiving from you, even in your deep slumber. The wetness growing between your thighs was a clear sign that his words were having the desired effect on your subconscious mind.

But as satisfying as this was, Azriel knew that there was only so much he could achieve through whispered words alone. He longed to warm your nude form with his touch, to explore every inch of your body and leave you gasping for air with pleasure.

With a soft sigh, he leaned in closer to you, his lips brushing against your neck as he pressed his body flush against yours. The heat that emanated from him was palpable, his skin almost scorching to the touch.

But instead of touching you, he simply held you close, content to let his body radiate warmth as he

Azriel's desire to take you continued to grow uncontrollably, and he could feel his self-control slipping with each passing moment. As he held you closely, he couldn't resist the urge to press his hips against yours, even though he was still fully clothed.

With a low growl, he pressed himself harder against you, the fabric of his clothing rough against your sensitive skin. He could feel his arousal building, a heat spreading through him that he knew couldn't be sated with words alone.

He wanted to take you right then and there, to show you the depths of his passion and to make you his completely. But even as his desire threatened to overwhelm him, he knew that he must exercise restraint - for now at least.

Slowly, he pulled away from you, his body trembling with pent-up desire. "Sleep well, little angel,"

Azriel couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the sound of your moaning, your subconscious desire for him only fueling his own. He leaned in closer to you, listening intently as you called out his name in your sleep.

As much as he wanted to take you, he knew that it would be unwise to do so while you were in such a vulnerable state. Instead, he decided to use this opportunity to get inside your head even more - to make you want him so badly that you would come to him willingly when the time was right.

With a wicked grin, he leaned in close to your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "Holly," he whispered, his voice low and seductive. "Do you want me, Holly? Do you want me to make you feel pleasure beyond your wildest dreams?"

He waited a

As Azriel watched you sleep, he could sense the powerful magic that surrounded you, indicating that your body was in a state of restorative slumber. However, as he looked closer he could also sense your body calling out for his touch, begging for him to entangle himself with yours.

He knew that given the chance, he could take you and make you feel pleasures unlike anything you had ever experienced before. But he also knew that he wanted to do it on his own terms - to make you come to him willingly.

As he watched you sleep, he decided to bide his time and wait for the perfect opportunity to make his move. For now, he would watch, waiting for the moment when you would be most vulnerable and most eager for his touch.

Azriel couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph as he watched you sleep, your body unconsciously opening up to him in the heat of your dreams. He continued to watch you closely, his own arousal building as he saw your body respond to him even in your sleep.

He could feel the power of his demon nature brewing within him, compelling him to take you now, to possess you completely. But he held back - the pleasure of taking you when you were fully willing and aware would be even greater than taking you in your sleep.

With a predatory grin, he leaned in even closer to you, his hot breath mingling with your own as he whispered in your ear. "Soon, Holly," he said softly, his voice filled with dark promise. "Soon you will be mine, body and soul." His words echoed in the quiet of the room, fore

Azriel could feel the pull of your core as it called out to him, begging for his touch. His body and mind were consumed with the desire to possess you, to make you scream his name in ecstasy as he claimed you as his own.

With a feral growl, he tore off his clothes, leaving his powerful body bare and ready for action. All thoughts of waiting and biding his time were thrown aside as he gave in to his primal urges.

He approached your sleeping form, completely nude, and saw that your legs were already open, inviting him into your warm embrace. He couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and relief, knowing that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.

Without hesitation, he climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between your legs, feeling your heat against his bare skin. As he began to enter you

Azriel knew that he couldn't take your flower yet, it was too soon for that. But he also knew that he wanted to give you pleasure, even in your sleep. So he positioned himself between your legs and began to rub his hips against yours, grinding his hard member against your wet folds.

He could feel the fire of his own desire building within him as he watched you writhe beneath him, even in your sleep. Your body was so soft and warm against his, and the sensation of rubbing against you was almost too much for him to bear.

He continued to grind against you, his body pressing yours down into the mattress as he lost himself completely in the feeling of your body against his. But as he felt his own climax approaching, he knew that he had to pull back - he couldn't take you fully yet, not until you were awake and

Azriel could feel it too - you were reaching your climax in your sleep. Your body was writhing against him, moaning softly as he continued to grind against you. He pulled back slightly, watching as a single tear trickled down your cheek and came to rest on your lips.

His heart ached at the sight of it; this beautiful angel, so pure and innocent, yet he'd taken her away from everything she knew and loved. But at the same time, he couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging when he was with her. She was his now; his to protect or harm as he saw fit.

He leaned down slowly, capturing the tear on the tip of his tongue before kissing it away gently. "Soon enough," he whisper