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I Do Bad Things with You - Part 41

Happy 3rd Anniversary, IDBTWY!! 🎉 I can't believe we're celebrating three years of this fic. This journey has been incredible and I'm so excited (and a little sad) to say that we are close to finishing this story. I'm very close to getting this on a regular publishing schedule. But in the meantime, please check out the art I had commissioned by the incredible SnCinder here. 💙💚💜

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Credit to @featherymalignancy for Cassian’s nickname, Cash. 😘

Trigger warnings: violence, sexual assault , language, NSFW

Word Count: 12,145

It was three days before their wedding and the only thing Azriel felt was utter bliss. He couldn’t believe that in just a short time, he would have Elain as his wife. Even though they were eloping to the Summer District, they’d been head down in wedding plans over the last month.

Elain and her sisters went shopping for her dress a few weeks ago, finding—according to El—the perfect dress that didn’t require any alterations. She refused to let him see it, claiming that even though they were eloping, the rules of bad luck still applied. He had to snort at the notion, but Az would admit that not knowing what she was wearing had him curiously wondering what it would look like. He pictured many different styles in his head, all of which Elain was absolutely stunning in.

He had been in charge of the rings, Elain claiming that if he could pick out the most perfect engagement ring, then she trusted him fully to select her wedding band. His jeweler managed to match the style of her ring, adding a few extra smaller diamonds to the set. He selected a titanium, black band for himself, having Elain’s name engraved on the inside of it. Az thought the black and rose-gold colors would compliment each other well, and when he put them together, he knew he was right.

Now they were sitting on the jet, waiting for the rest of their family to arrive. Rhys and Feyre were not far behind them in getting to the airstrip. Nuala and Cerridwen—as he and Elain had decided were family—were also joining them. The Moonbeam twins picked them up from the penthouse and were also coming along, both as security and because Elain considered them like family as well. All that was left was Cassian, Nesta, and Sutton.

The new parents decided that since they could travel by private jet, they felt comfortable bringing their new baby on board—since neither of them wanted to miss their siblings getting married. When they boarded, looking slightly disheveled, they apologized for the delay, claiming Sutton was fussing and they struggled to get her to calm down.

Elain moved towards her sister, taking her niece from Nesta’s arms. “Hello, beautiful girl,” she cooed, snuggling into the baby.

Azriel watched as his fiancée’s maternal instinct took over, soothing the child when she started to fidget.

Cassian approached his side, taking in the scene between his sister and daughter. “She’s a natural mother. You’ll be eternally grateful for that instinct deeply rooted in her when you two have kids.”

He didn’t bother responding, not even knowing if Elain wanted kids. Az had been waiting for her to bring it up, but when she hadn’t even after they got engaged, he started to believe that perhaps she was happy just being an aunt. She had put so much work into her career, he wouldn’t blame her for not wanting to take away from that. Even though he had some deep desire to get Elain pregnant, to watch her grow with life inside of her, their children, he didn’t want to put that pressure on her if it wasn’t something she wanted.

So, he didn’t say anything at all, content to just live with her.

“Do you want something to drink?” he asked his brother instead.

Cash saw the change in the subject for what it was, shaking his head with a sigh, but let it go. “Sure.”

Azriel popped a bottle of champagne, serving everyone a glass aside from Nesta who declined because she was still breastfeeding and took the flute of sparkling cider in replacement.

“To the bride and groom,” Rhys announced, raising a glass.

He wrapped an arm around Elain’s waist, tucking her into his side while she held their niece in one arm and her champagne in the other. It was hard not to picture them as a little family, but he gripped that dream in a fist until it was a fleeting thought. He wanted nothing more than to marry the love of his life and wouldn’t let anything ruin it.

~~~~~

As soon as their flight landed and they arrived at the house—their entire family in disbelief at what they had purchased—everyone was tasked with something for the wedding. Meeting with the caterer, getting the arch and chairs they rented for the ceremony delivered, confirming the photographer, checking in with the florist on Elain’s bouquet, the petals that Nesta would help Sutton toss along the beach, and arrangements for the tables they were setting up on their courtyard.

There was one other thing Elain still had to do, pulling Cash aside before the rehearsal dinner.

“What’s up, Ellie?” he asked, a look of concern on his face.

Pink touched her cheeks, the only hint of her nervousness. “So, I know you’re Az’s best man, but you have been such an important part of my life. You’ve always protected me and taken care of me, especially when I felt utterly alone in the world. I was wondering—or hoping—you would walk me down the aisle tomorrow before you stand next to Azriel?”

Shock rippled across Cassian’s face. It was obvious that he had not been expecting her to ask him that. “Elain,” he said, emotion clogging his voice. “It would be my absolute honor to walk you down the aisle.” Tears lined his eyes as he pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly.

“Thank you, Cash,” she murmured, trying and failing to hold back her tears.

That night, Azriel and the other men stayed in the guest house, giving the main one to the girls.

“No strippers, boys,” she said as they tugged Az away from her.

“The same could be said for you,” Rhys called out, giving her a wink.

Her fiancé growled, slapping his brother up the side of his head.

Elain laughed. “Believe me, the only man I want to see stripping is staying with you.”

“I’m happily taken, Ellie!” Cash called out flashing the cheekiest of grins.

She could only shake her head at their antics, returning to the main house where the girls were waiting for her with drinks, games, and a bride-sash.

“Since we didn’t have time to host a bridal shower and bachelorette party beforehand, we’re improvising,” Feyre announced, throwing the sash over her head and guiding her to the living room where they had decorated for their little party.

The whole night was perfect, celebrating her final night as an unmarried woman.

The next day was filled with a flurry of commotion, everyone getting ready for the wedding. Feyre had stuck Elain in a chair and was painting magic on her face while Nuala and Cerridwen worked on her hair, curling it into gorgeous beach waves and tying half it up into a knot at the crown of her head. They wove flowers into the knot atop her head and behind her ear.

When she looked in the mirror, Elain gasped. It was beyond stunning the work they had done on her. “Thank you,” she whispered, trying to hold back her tears so she didn’t ruin her makeup. “All of you. I’m so grateful to have you all here with me.”

“There’s nowhere else we’d rather be, Ellie,” Nesta told her, hugging her from the back. “Come on, let’s get your dress on.” Her sister walked over to the garment bag and unzipped it.

Untying her white robe, Elain slipped on the dress behind the partition, coming out only to have help buttoning up the back. The dress was simply gorgeous. The bodice was made up of floral lace, plunging to just above her belly button while keeping her modestly covered. Delicate, thin straps of the same floral pattern went over her shoulders to the scooped back. The tulle skirt gathered at her waist, adding a layer over the lace skirt that sucked into her legs. It gave her this gorgeous silhouette under the gown.

Elain would go barefoot for the ceremony on the beach, wearing jeweled barefoot sandals that hooked over her middle toe and around her ankle. She had a pair of white heels she’d put on for the reception in the courtyard, once she was back on solid ground.

She slipped on the halo sapphire and diamond earrings that Azriel had gifted to her for her birthday—the only jewelry she wore aside from her engagement ring. They were one of her something blue, the other a cobalt garter in testament to Az’s favorite color. Grabbing the perfume she bought specifically for the wedding, Elain gave herself a few sprits, letting the delicate jasmine scent wash over her before making her way downstairs to the living area where Feyre, Nesta carrying Sutton, and Cash were waiting for her.

“Elain,” Cassian said her name with such reverence that she almost broke down right there. “You look so beautiful.”

Her pink lips pulled up into a joyous smile. “Thank you, Cash.” She hugged him, careful not to smudge her makeup on his suit jacket.

“Ready?” Feyre asked, handing her the blush-colored bouquet of peonies. The florist had done a stellar job with the bridal bouquets and centerpieces for the table.

“I’ve never been more ready for anything,” she said. Elain had waited for a decade to marry Azriel. Her excitement to finally get the chance left her breathless.

Though Feyre was Elain’s maid of honor, she walked down the aisle first since Nesta was carrying the flower girl.

Elain watched her sisters walk through the courtyard, out to the beach where they had set up the arch, decorated with more flowers. Where Azriel awaited her.

Cassian helped her out the door, holding a bit of her dress for her so it didn’t drag too much until they reached the edge of the courtyard and waited for the queue with the change of the music.

Elain and Azriel had picked strictly piano pieces to use for their ceremony and reception. It was fitting to them since that was how he proposed and they spent countless hours listening and him playing it.

Her brother fixed her dress one last time before offering her his arm. “Thank you for choosing him,” he said so quietly she almost missed it.

She furrowed her brow looking up at him, waiting for him to continue.

“I always worried that Azriel would never find happiness after high school. I watched my brother enter this cruel world intending to own it, even if it destroyed him in the very process. I thought I was going to lose him for a while…He’d been so depressed, I worried for his life.” Those pain-filled eyes looked down at her.

She knew Az had some internal struggles, but she didn’t know how bad it was. It broke her heart to hear that Cassian had feared for Az’s life.

“The one thing he never lost was his love for you,” he continued, likely noticing her inner sorrow, but needing to tell her this anyways. “And I’m so thankful that you forgave him for his past mistakes. The only time I ever saw Azriel happy was when he was with you, Elain. You are the world in which he revolves around. His entire being is to keep you safe and to love you, unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before.

“Thank you for loving him in the way he deserves but never letting himself have.” Cassian’s eyes misted over by the time he finished and she struggled to not let herself cry at the confession.

“He is worth loving,” she admitted, looking out towards the beach like she could see him from where she stood.

“That he is,” Cassian murmured as the music changed, indicating it was time.

The few steps to the beach seemed like a lifetime until she turned the corner and saw him standing at the altar, waiting for her.

Even this far away, she could hear his choked sound at the sight of her. His face crumpled in elation as he wiped tears from under his eyes.

Elain’s hold on her damn broke and she let out a sob, face splitting in the most adoring grin. Only Cassian’s firm grip on her arm prevented her from running down the aisle and leaping into his arms.

After what felt like an eternity, Cassian was leaning over to kiss her cheek, and offering her hand to Azriel before taking his place at his side.

She handed off her bouquet to Feyre so she could take his hands.

Unable to help himself, Az leaned forward to brush his lips on her cheek before he gently pulled her forward until she was facing him. “You look…” he paused, silver-lined eyes scanning her from head to toe. “I have no words to describe how exquisite you look, El. You’re radiant.”

She choked on her laugh, her face morphing into actual rays of sunshine. “Thank you, Az. You look beautiful, too.” And she meant it. He had on a brand-new suit, cut to every defined muscle. He wore a crisp, white button-up underneath the jacket with a blush-colored tie around his neck. Even the peony boutonnière contrasted perfectly with his tanned complexion.

Rhys cleared his throat, recapturing their attention. He gave them a knowing smile. “It brings me great joy to officiate the wedding between Azriel Knight and Elain Archeron. Azriel, my brother, you have been a part of my family since we were kids. Though our relationship started rocky—”

“You beat the snot out of me that first night,” Az muttered making everyone laugh.

Their brother waved a hand. “Semantics. It didn’t take us long to warm up to each other, finding that brotherly bond we both needed. I’m grateful every day that we took you in—that we became family.”

Those violet eyes turned to her. “Elain, my darling Elain. You have always been like a little sister to me. Even before Feyre and I started dating and later got married, you’ve held this special place in my heart to love, to protect. When you and Azriel began dating in high school, I was ecstatic because I always hoped you would one day become a part of my family. And you’re now a part of it in more ways than one.”

She released one of Az’s hands to grip Rhys’s forearm, squeezing it once before returning it to her fiancé.

“I’ve never met two people more perfect for each other. Where one hides in the shadows, the other shines. You two lift each other up in the best of ways and I have no doubt in my mind you will build the most perfect life together. I believe you both wrote your vows. Elain, if you would please go ahead.”

Her brown eyes, reflecting pools of gold in the setting sunlight looked at her husband-to-be. “Azriel, you are the strongest, most considerate man I have ever known. Our love has definitely been tested to limits that most couples never experience, but I know that makes us more solid in the foundations of our marriage.” He chuckled at how true it was. “I know that when in moments of hopelessness, you will lend me your strength. In times of sorrow, you will give me your love. When the world around me becomes too loud, you will hold me close and protect me.

“You are so many things that it sometimes makes my head spin because how could you possibly be every dream I wished for myself to find in a lover? You have broken down every fear; every mark on my life and filled it with joy. I will love you with my entire being because you deserve that from me. You deserve to feel my elation in the life we have created together. I love you more than words could ever express. My life partner. My friend. My soulmate. My husband.” Tears rolled down her cheek and he reached out, swiping them away, ignoring how his face was also wet from waterworks.

Rhys turned to his brother. “Azriel, would you please say your vows?”

He took a steadying breath. “Fuck, I should’ve gone first,” he said quietly to her.

She couldn’t help but tip her head back and laugh.

“Elain Archeron.” Her name curled on his tongue. “You are, without a doubt, the light of my life. A decade ago, I made the biggest mistake of my life by letting you go and the gods know I didn’t deserve your forgiveness for it, but you gave it to me anyways. I sometimes have to pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming. To verify you’re actually here with me.” She squeezed his hands in reassurance. “You have the most generous heart I have ever seen; have ever had the pleasure of being held within.

“You claim that I am strong, but my strength comes from you. Your resilience is unparallel. You have made me a better man, one who will love you faithfully even after we are but dust in the wind. I promise to share my life with you. To hold you in times of need and when you require a sturdy presence. I promise to help you pursue your dreams. To take you on adventures and everything else your heart desires. I consider myself the luckiest person in the world to get to call you mine. My light. My heart. My love. My wife.”

Rhys had to wipe a tear from his eye, clearing his throat to rein in the emotion he was feeling. “May I have the rings?”

Cassian slipped behind Azriel to hand his other brother the two rings.

Rhys handed them each one. “Elain, do you take Azriel to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold? In sickness and in health? From now and forever?”

“I do,” she said, sliding the black band onto his scarred ring finger.

“And do you, Azriel, take Elain to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold? In sickness and in health? From now and forever?”

Az’s dazzling smile lit up the world around them. “I do.” He slipped the beautiful rose gold band onto her delicate finger.

Rhys clapped his hands together. “Well, thank god for that!” he teased. “By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.”

The powerful male in front of her stepped forward, slinking one hand around her waist, the other cradling her head, and pressed his lips on hers.

Elain felt her back arch as he leaned them over, gently prying her mouth open so his tongue could slip inside. The kiss was languid like they took the time to learn about each other as husband and wife. Her fingers went to his nape, ruffling the hair there.

Time slowed as if even the world paused for that kiss. The kiss that certified them as one. A unit. And when they finally broke apart, when the sounds of their family’s cheers entered their ears, neither could look away from the other. An unbreakable chain linked between their souls, connecting them in the most intrinsic of ways.

He was hers and she was his. Now and forever.

“I love you, Elain,” he whispered, bringing her back in for another kiss, arms going around her lithe body to lift her off the ground.

She erupted into a fit of giggles, eyes shining with more tears, with love, with devotion for the man in front of her.

“Ladies and gentlemen, may I present for the very first time, Mr. and Mrs. Azriel and Elain Archeron-Knight!”

Grabbing her bouquet, she took Azriel’s hand as they walked back down the aisle toward the house. But about halfway back, he leaned down and lifted her over his shoulder, making her squeal. “Azriel!” she shouted, laughter echoing around them. “Put me down!”

He hauled her over his body until he was carrying her bridal style. “No,” he grinned, leaning forward to kiss her as he made the trek back into the courtyard.

Elain welcomed the kiss, wrapping her arms and the bouquet around the backside of his head and holding him there for a few extra seconds. The flash of the photographer lit up their bodies, but they didn’t care as they just held each other’s stare. She traced her index finger over his cheek. “Hi husband,” she whispered shyly.

His smile was too infectious to not beam back at him. It made him look so young, boyish. “My wife,” he murmured, nudging his nose into hers. Azriel set her back on her feet, pulling her close and never letting go.

~~~

Azriel was her husband. Elain couldn’t believe that after everything they’d been through—waiting a decade for this moment—it was finally here. Everything about this moment was completely different from anything she ever shared with Graysen.

Graysen’s priority had always been himself. She didn’t even think she was in his top five important things in his life. Their entire relationship had been based on their fathers’ friendship and a setup—and she had just let it go on, not really living, but simply existing.

It was nothing like the life, the love, she’d built with Azriel. This had been wholly hers. Her decision, her choices, her life.

They’d only been married for a few hours and she couldn’t help but think of how well it suited him. He couldn’t keep his hands off her (more than he normally couldn’t). Taking her hand in his large one, setting one on her thigh while they ate, tugging her onto the makeshift dance floor by the edge of the pool. Whatever they were doing, he couldn’t seem to let her go.

And she had no desire for him to stop. Currently, she was tucked into his arms under the twinkling lights as they swayed to the soft piano music. Her hand was curled in his, head resting on his chest as she listened to his thundering heartbeat.

Every once in a while, she’d let out a contented sigh and found herself somehow melting further into his embrace. He tucked her under his chin, giving him ample opportunities to lean down and press his lips to the crown of her head.

Elain had wrapped her arm around his waist, sliding it under his suit jacket so her palm laid on the backside of his button-up. Her fingers would flex, pressing the pads of them into the strong muscles of his back.

It was late evening. Nesta retired to the house earlier, taking a sleeping Sutton to lay her down, and never returned. Cassian followed shortly after, looking for his wife, and if Elain had to guess, found her asleep still in her dress.

Fenrys and Connall had sat with Cerridwen and Nuala on the porch patio and were chatting. Had been nearly all evening, but not before each of them took her and Azriel for a round on the dancefloor.

Her other sister and husband were twirling next to them, enjoying the soft sounds of the night around them.

Azriel pressed his lips to the top of her head again. “Would you like to head in now?” he asked her quietly.

Elain tipped her face up, a beautiful smile painted on her pink lips. “Sure.”

He gave her a soft kiss before leading her not to the main house, but to the adjacent one. She looked at him with confusion when he glanced over his shoulder at her. “I thought we could take the guest house tonight, so we don’t have to worry about anyone overhearing us.”

A cheeky smile threatened to turn up her mouth. “Azriel Archeron-Knight, are you trying to get into my skirt?” she teased, giggling.

He flashed her a heated look. “Always.” And then swung open the door.

Elain couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped her, taking a single step forward. But before she could even get to the doorway, she was scooped up into his arms and carried over the threshold. She squealed in delight, wrapping her arms around his neck as he carried her in, kicking the door shut behind him.

The whole place was lit up with candles. Rose petals littered the floor, leading up the stairs and, what she assumed would be into a bedroom.

“Az,” she cried, eyes wide in astonishment. “Did you do this?” she asked as he set her back on her feet.

His hands came down onto her shoulders, thumbs swooping over the bare skin. “I had some help,” he admitted. “After our poker game last night, the guys helped me set up the candles. Nuala and Cer came in during the reception to sprinkle the rose petals and light everything.”

“It’s beautiful,” she told him. And it was, completely and totally romantic. Turning to face him, she kissed him hard. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, stroking his.

Azriel gripped her rear end, molding the flesh to his scarred palms and making her whimper. He sucked her bottom lip between his teeth, the sensation pulling a heeding sound from her throat. Breaking off the kiss, Az took her hand and led her up the stairs toward the bedroom.

The bed wasn’t their usual size, but Elain had no doubt he could worship her like how she imagined he would.

Taking his phone from his pocket, Az turned on the same music they had playing all evening.

Her lips quirked up in the corner. “Setting the mood?”

He chuckled. “Something like that.” Azriel flicked his wrist in a circular motion. “Turn around.”

She did as requested, turning to give him access to her back.

His fingers slid into her thick, soft hair, plucking the loose flowers from her locks. He pulled the pin from her knot, letting the rest of her hair drape down her back. Gently, those scarred fingers grazed over her scalp, massaging.

Elain hummed in pleasure.

Azriel swept her hair over her shoulder, giving him access to the line of buttons that ran down her spine. He took his time opening each one, kissing at the patch of creamy skin it revealed as he went until he reached the final one just above the swell of her ass. “May I?” he asked her, fingering the delicate straps.

She nodded. “Please.”

Azriel slowly dragged her dress down her body, offering his shoulder to help her step out of it. His eyes dragged over every inch of the white lingerie she wore, all the way down to the cobalt-colored garter that adorned her luscious thigh. “Fuck me, Elain,” he groaned, moving to hang her dress up before turning to look back at her.

She appreciated he took extra care to hang her dress so it wouldn’t get ruined. Flashing him with a mirthful smile, she said, “I plan to.”

His long, powerful legs swallowed the space between them in two single strides as he crashed their lips together, nudging her toward the bed and carefully laying her down on top of it. He kissed her deeply, with long, sensual strokes from his tongue until their mouths were bruised and swollen. His hands swept over her body, feeling the texture of the lace. “I believe I was supposed to take this off with my teeth,” he mumbled against her lips, thumbing the garter.

He kissed down her body, in the valley between her breasts, over the soft swell of her tummy, across her hip, and down her thigh to where the garter sat, leaving little marks as he went. She squirmed under his machinations, but he didn’t let up, taking his time with each place he sucked a bruise onto. His teeth clamped down on the frilly fabric, slowly dragging it down her knee, her calf, and off her foot, tossing it over his shoulder.

She laughed at the audacity of it.

Gripping her hips, he made his way back up her body, only stopping at her neck to lick and suck at her delicate skin.

Elain’s fingers got to work, shoving his jacket off his shoulders, followed by his tie from around his neck, but he stopped her from tossing it on the floor.

Taking the silk fabric, he smirked, telling her, “We’ll save this for later,” and set it aside on the bed.

Heat pooled between her legs at the promise. As of now, he had yet to tie her up, but Elain wouldn’t lie and say the idea hadn’t crossed her mind. To be immobilized by him and only him made her blood heat.

Sensing her growing need, he rolled his hips into hers, giving her just a taste of what was to come.

Azriel didn’t seem to know where to touch her first, so he kept his hands moving in possessive little touches across her body. Pinching her nipples, gripping her hips, spreading her lush thighs apart so he could settle more firmly into their cradle. No matter what he did, it just made her ache for him.

She needed to feel him. Feel his skin on hers, sliding against the lace of her lingerie. “Az,” she whined. “Take it off, please. I want to feel you.” Elain pushed at his shirt, trying to unbutton it.

He obliged her, rising to shed his button-up, and then flicked open his belt to strip out of his pants. Az seemed to care much less about his expensive suit than her dress, tossing the garments onto the floor. In his boxers only, he crawled over her.

Her hands scratched at his skin, sliding up his sides to hook around his shoulders. Elain prided herself in knowing his body thoroughly. She knew every scar, every ridge, every whorl of ink. So, when he lay back on top of her, she immediately noticed something new on his chest.

“You look so fucking beautiful, Elain,” he groaned into her neck, sucking on her pulse point.

But her hands were on his shoulders, pushing him up to get a better look at whatever he had added to his chest. Her eyes went wide in shock, finger tracing the new whorl of ink on his pectoral, right over his heart. Because, holy fuck, that was her name he added. “When did you get this?” she asked, her eyes flicking up to his in wonderment.

A smile curved up the corner of his mouth. “A few days ago.” Which, kind of explained why she hadn’t seen it since they agreed to hold off on sex the past week to make tonight more special. And why he wore a T-shirt to bed the last few nights.

“It’s my handwriting,” she deadpanned. How did he have this perfectly done?

A blush heated his cheeks as he looked down at her with such love and devotion, she felt it in the very marrow of her bones. “I took a photo of your signature on our marriage license and sent it to the artist to create a stencil. I wanted your essence imprinted on me forever. Your handwriting, your name, permanently marked over my heart where you belong.”

Elain was desperately trying to swallow the emotion that had choked her. This man. This wonderful, incredible, selfless man tattooed her name on his body to always keep her close to his heart. She didn’t think she could love him any more than she already did, but he continuously proved her wrong.

Leaning her head forward, she kissed him right over that ink, then cupped his face in her palms; let her thumbs trace lightly over the apples of his cheeks. “Make love to me, Azriel.”

He didn’t need to be told twice, taking her hands from his face and lacing their fingers together by the side of her head. He sucked and licked the soft swells of her breasts, plumped up from the lingerie she was still wearing. His mouth attached to her nipple through the lacy fabric, pulling the point deep into his mouth until her back arched.

She raised her hips, rubbing them together. The wet spot on her panties would’ve told him just how desperate she was for him. It matched the one on his boxer briefs.

Az released her hands to work on the straps of her lingerie, pulling the white lace off her until she was completely bare before him. His thumb gently stroked her slit, grazing her clit just so, sending bolts of pleasure through her body.

Elain’s fingers slid into his dark locks, mussing them as she tugged him closer to where she needed him.

“Tell me what you want me to do, El,” he groaned, sliding his nose into the crease of her thigh.

A hot, needy sound tumbled from her throat, but she said the words that she knew would elicit actions. “Feast, husband.”

He growled, lapping at her entrance before plunging his tongue inside of her. He licked and slurped at her like she was the last thing he’d ever eat. It felt so good, she was nearly delirious with pleasure. Sliding two fingers into her, he pumped slowly, stretching her. “You’re so fucking close already, I can feel you quivering around my hand.”

Elain threw her head back, eyes squeezed shut as she focused on the pull, deep in her gut. Her hips undulated into him and she tugged his head down to where she needed him. Wanted him. “Please, Az,” she cried.

Knowing exactly what she was asking for, he sucked her clit between his teeth, finally drawing her to the brink, and pushing her off.

Elain shattered on his tongue, screaming out his name and tightening her grip on his hair hard enough that he groaned against her, the vibrations sending her spiraling.

He didn’t stop until she went limp, licking every drop she gave him. Azriel looked up at her from between her legs, her release dripping off his lips, and fuck, did the sight have her body trembling for more.

Using his hair as leverage, she pulled him up her body until she could kiss him. Elain moaned at the taste of herself on his tongue.

Brushing hair off her forehead, he smiled down at her. “Hi, wife.”

Those words made butterflies erupt in her stomach, her heart pounding against her ribcage. Azriel could’ve made his vow to her from that look alone, with so much love and longing, Elain knew he was feeling the same emotions as she was.

She reached down, cupping him in her small palm and earning a hiss as he pumped into her hand.

“Still need more from me?” he teased.

“I need everything from you.”

Heat flashed in his eyes. Crawling off her, he stripped out of his boxers, that last piece of clothing between them, then resituated himself between her legs. Azriel rubbed himself over her drenched slit, coating him in her release and adding friction to her clit.

Elain’s head tipped back as a moan crested from her lips.

He took advantage of the exposed skin, attaching his mouth to her neck and sucking a bruising mark into her skin. She loved his love bites, loved when he covered her in his marks like he was staking a claim.

Blindly reaching, Az grabbed the tie from the other side of the bed and held it between them. “Do you trust me?”

The corner of Elain’s lips quirked up. “A little late asking me that since I just married you.”

He pinched her butt cheek in reprimand making her squeal.

“Yes, of course, I trust you.”

“Give me your hands.” It was a soft command, but she listened, bringing her palms forward and presenting them to him. Azriel wrapped the small end of his tie around her, binding her arms together at her wrists with the soft silk. “Is that too tight?” he asked, sliding a finger under the fabric.

She shook her head. “No.”

He kissed her fingers. “If you become uncomfortable at all, tell me.” And then he pushed her arms above her head. “Don’t move these.”

Elain felt herself shudder, stretching out her body as he leaned over her again, mouth going straight for her neck. Her husband’s neck kink was out in full force that night and she loved every bite, every swipe of his tongue on the sensitive skin.

His hips rutted into her, sliding himself through her lower lips and coating his cock with her arousal.

It was heavenly. From the sensual tug of his teeth and the friction he applied between her legs, Elain felt herself slicken even further. “Azriel,” she groaned, arms aching to go around his neck but remaining still above her head. “Please. I need you inside me.”

Grabbing her plump thigh, he hefted it onto his shoulder, splitting her open. The head of his cock nudged at her entrance before he rolled his hips, sliding into her with ease.

Her back arched as he entered her, his grunts of pleasure from her clenching around him only enticed her further.

“El, fucking hell. If you keep doing that, I’m going to come before I’m even seated,” he complained, lips pulling her pert nipple into his mouth and sucking.

She couldn’t stop the cry from escaping her as he filled her to the brim. His cock sheathed in her warm heat was better than any feeling. She couldn’t explain how the fullness made her whimper from pleasure but also feel at home at the same time. Elain wrapped her other leg around his hips, urging him to move.

And move he did. Long, slow thrusts had her seeing stars when he hit that spot deep inside her. Everything he gave her was measured, from how far he pulled out, to how fast he pushed himself into her.

She needed him harder. Deeper. “Fuck me, Azriel. Like you mean it,” she growled.

His teeth bit down on her nipple in reprimand and, fuck, did she feel it everywhere. Pain mixed with pleasure. But he did as she demanded, snapping his hips into hers and building her up, up, up until she teetered on the edge of her pleasure.

He released her nipple, lips traveling up her jaw to find her own as he thrust into her again. Az grabbed the large end of his tie, wrapped it around his hand, and pinned it to the wall as he fucked her harder, the headboard slamming into the plaster with enough force to leave a dent.

But she didn’t care. She didn’t care about the goddamn wall, or how her arms ached, or that their family might hear them if they were still outside. All she cared about was the wonderful, delicious feeling that grew low in her belly.

Azriel’s tongue licked up her neck, sucking her delicate skin. He angled his hips up to catch her clit with every thrust. It was what she needed to send her shattering into a million little pieces.

Elain’s cries were smothered by his mouth like he wanted to swallow every sound she made.

It only took a few more thrusts before he careened into his orgasm, spilling himself deep inside her, her body milking him.

Azriel collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily into her neck as she fought to catch her own. He brought his arm down, pulling her hands until he could slip his head between her arms. She carded her fingers through his damp hair, scratching at his scalp. He hummed in contentment.

They lay there for a while, snuggled into each other’s embrace, Elain brushing her lips on the top of his head.

After a few moments, he was tugging himself out of her sensitive center, kissing the wince away before sliding out of her arms and sitting up. Az carefully untied her silk from her wrists, dropping, even more, kisses to where they had been bound. “How was that?”

She hummed, a soft smile painted on her lips as she circled her free wrists. “That was better than amazing.”

“Better than amazing, hmm?” he murmured, nudging his nose into her cheek.

Affectionate Azriel was one of her favorites—his need for physical touch after they had sex always led to some cuddling. So, she was quite surprised when he began climbing off her. “Where are you going?” she complained, reaching out for him, but her weary arm fell to the mattress with a thud.

He chuckled, leaning down to kiss her lips once more. “I’ll be right back.” Azriel walked over to his suitcase, sitting in the corner of the room.

Elain rolled onto her side, propping her head on her fist, and watched him stoop down. “Nice ass, husband.”

Her comment had him laughing, deep and full-bellied. He glanced over his shoulder at her, humor dancing in those dark eyes. Grabbing whatever he needed from his bag, he walked back over to her with a mischievous grin. “Since this is our wedding night, I thought we could make it traditional in that we take your last virginity.”

She raised a brow. “Virginity? Az, what are you talking—” Elain paused, taking in the items he presented to her in his palms. The pink vibrator, a tube of lube, and a plug were cradled in his hands. “You want to take my ass?” she asked in disbelief.

“You make it sound so dirty,” he snickered, kneeling on the bed. “And only if you want to. I know we’ve discussed it lightly before, but I brought everything we’d need if you want to explore it.”

Pink rushed to her cheeks, dripping down her chest. She’d be lying if she said the idea hadn’t prickled her curious mind. Whenever he touched her there, her pleasure always intensified. It felt so forbidden, but so right at the same time. Her eyes traveled from the items still in his palms back to his face. “Okay,” she breathed.

Setting everything on the bed, he kissed her belly, smiling into her skin. “My good girl,” he murmured, the words igniting something inside her. “On your knees.”

Elain rolled over, rising onto all fours. Her stomach clenched in anticipation.

Az placed another kiss at the bottom of her spine, kneading her behind. “You have less give back here, so we’re going to take this nice and slow. But I need you to tell me when it’s getting close to being too much to handle, and when you’ve reached your limit. We don’t go past anything that you’re uncomfortable with. Okay?”

She nodded, flipping her hair over her shoulder to look back at him. “I understand.”

“Good girl. We’ll start with my fingers to get you stretched, then I’m going to try and insert this plug.” He leaned over her to show her the plug again. Elain ran a finger over the cool metal. “First off,” he started, setting the plug back on the bed, “we need to get you stimulated.” Azriel slid two fingers inside of her, wetting them with their combined releases.

Elain moaned as he thrust into her, filling her, stretching her. Pulling his digits from her cunt, her body clenching around nothing, he then slowly inserted the toy. They had only played with it a few times, but it had become one of her favorite things to pull out when they got hot and heavy. She waited in baited silence for that first vibration, jolting at the first flick from his fingers on his phone. Hips stuttering, she bowed her head, moaning.

“Easy, love,” he murmured, stroking up to her rosebud. Az worked her opening with his two fingers. The squeeze was tight, but then she felt him add a generous amount of lube, slickening her hole and allowing him to slip in both digits to his knuckle.

She whimpered, rocking back onto his hand. The sensation of his fingers pumping in and out of her, the vibrations from the toy in her pussy had her sprinting towards her next orgasm.

But as soon as he felt her crest, Az pulled out of her behind.

Elain was close to crying out when she felt the plug being pushed into her gaping back hole. Holy fuck, the plug was larger than his two fingers. She whimpered as her body stretched to accommodate the toy, bordering on painful.

“You’re doing so well, my good girl. Breathe, love.”

She took shallow breaths, eyes screwing shut. “Az,” Elain cried out his name. “It hurts.” Her fingers tightened on the sheets beneath her palms.

Immediately he pulled back slightly, giving her body some relief. “Do you want to stop, Elain?”

Did she want to stop? No—she didn’t. Elain wanted this. “No,” she breathed, head bowing. “Just give me a second.”

He kissed her sweaty back, reaching between her legs her to lazily rub at her clit.

“How much further until the plug is seated?” she panted, glancing over her shoulder at him.

Azriel’s burning gaze was already on her face, the hunger she saw nearly made her quiver. “About a half inch until you reach the jewel. Once it’s in, it shouldn’t hurt anymore.”

Elain swallowed, nodding. “Okay, go ahead.”

“Are you sure, El? We don’t have to do this.”

She reached back, grabbed his knee—the only thing she could grasp—and squeezed it. “I’m okay. I want to continue.”

Adding more lube to her back entrance, he continued, twisting the plug back and forth to add to the pleasurable sensation.

The break was exactly what her body needed, because, after another moment or two, Elain felt the plug settle into her ass. She moaned, toes curling at feeling so full.

“Good fucking girl,” Az groaned, circling her clit with his fingers. “You did so well, my love. Let’s get you to come, shall we?” Kicking up the vibrator, he gently tugged on the plug, not pulling it out but giving her a sensation of a thrust.

Her body shook, teetering on the edge of her orgasm. “Az, I’m so close. Please, please.” Tears rolled down her cheeks from the pleasure she felt. That deep pull in her backside, the vibrations. Everything inside her was pulled taut and ready to snap. So, when he twisted the plug, Elain shattered in a way she had never done before.

She screamed, her body quaking around everything. Wetness poured out from around the vibrator, coating her thighs. Unable to hold herself up anymore, she collapsed, face first, into her pillow, forcing Azriel to let go of the plug lest he accidentally pull it out of her.

Elain shook, and shook, and shook, the aftershocks of her orgasm running up and down her spine like ocean waves crashing along the shore.

His body sidled up behind her, tugging her limp form into his arms to whisper words of comfort into her hair.

“Turn it off,” she panted, the stimulation overwhelming enough that it was too much.

He moved quickly, releasing her to sit up and grab his phone.

Elain whimpered when the toy was switched off, her sensitive center aching. She was gathered back into his arms, her back pressed into his chest. His hard cock was digging into her backside, thankfully not adding any pressure to the plug.

She panted heavily, her entire body unnaturally boneless. It almost felt like she was hovering just outside of her physical form, not quite drifting back down from her high.

Azriel ran his scarred hands over her curves, soothing her to finally come back to him. he planted kisses on her shoulder, her neck, wherever he could reach with his mouth while keeping her secure in his embrace. “I’m here, El. Just breathe,” he murmured into her hair, making sure she could feel his presence.

It could’ve been minutes or hours before she finally collected enough pieces of herself to twist her neck and look at him over her shoulder.

A dopey smile was on his face at her blissed-out state. “Hello, love,” he whispered, gently kissing her lips.

“How long have we been laying here?” she asked, genuinely curious if she passed out.

He kissed her cheek. “About fifteen minutes.”

That had her blinking. She’d been out of it for fifteen minutes? Holy fuck.

His low chuckle had her eyes snapping back to his. “That was a rather intense orgasm for you. It’ll take a while for you to come down from it,” Az explained, reaching over her to cup the side of her cheek. His thumb swooped over her skin and she couldn’t help but lean into his touch. “How are you feeling?”

How did she feel? Elain wasn’t quite sure she could explain it, to be honest, but she tried anyways. “I feel—” she weighed her words, trying to find the best ones, “light, I suppose is a good way to put it. Like I drifted out of my body.”

“Did you enjoy it?” Of course, he would ask her that.

“It was overwhelming, but yes, I enjoyed it. A lot. I’ve never felt anything like that before.” Elain reached for his hand, lacing their fingers together. “Just give me a couple more minutes and then we can continue.”

He squeezed her palm. “Baby, we don’t need to go any further tonight. You’ve already been through a lot and I don’t want you pushing it—”

“I’m not, Az,” she interrupted him. “I want to try it with you. I’ve got one more in me tonight, but that’s it. And I want to share it with you.”

It was obvious he wanted to protest, but she didn’t let him. “You’ve only come once tonight. I want to be the reason you do it again. Please, Az. Just try. I’ll tell you if I can’t handle it.”

Scarred fingers brushed her hair behind her ear. “Okay, let me go get a towel before we attempt to pull the plug out.” He dropped another kiss on her shoulder. “I’ll be right back.” Sliding off the bed, Azriel padded to the bathroom, bringing back two bath towels.

She watched him place one at the end of the bed, and then unfolded the other, sliding it partially under her hips.

At her questioning look, he told her, “It might get a little messy and I’d rather not have to change the sheets tonight when we’re finished.”

“You’re not going to put me on my knees again?”

He resumed his position behind her. “No, I don’t think you have the energy for that right now. So, I’ll take you like this.” Propping her knee up, he traced the pads of his fingers over her hip, sliding until her could toy with her clit, lightly circling it. “Tell me when you’re ready. I’ll put the vibrator back on but will keep it low.”

Elain took a steadying breath. He was right, she didn’t have the energy to keep herself upright and she was incredibly thankful that Az could read her body better than she could. “I’m ready,” she said with conviction.

His thick arm slid under her waist, coming up to cup her breast, pinching her nipple just enough to send bolts of pleasure through her body.

She whimpered, pressing herself further into the cradle of his hips.

“Touch yourself for me,” he ordered, taking her hand when she brought it between her legs and showing her just how much pressure to apply. “Good girl. Just like that.” Releasing her, he reached back for his phone, kicking on the vibrator to a low setting.

Elain sucked in a breath, her body still slick with her arousal. When she felt the twisting on the plug, she couldn’t stop the low moan from escaping her throat.

“You’re doing so well, love. Just breathe for me. Nice and slow.”

Doing as he told her, she inhaled slowly, breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth as he carefully pulled the plug from her ass. As soon as it was gone, Elain whined, her body clenching around the open air.

Azriel cursed into her shoulder, applying lube to his hard cock. “Your body is begging for me, love,” he groaned, nudging the head at her back hole. He grabbed her thigh, hauling her bent leg into the air and exposing her to the cool air. “Tell me when you need me to stop.”

She didn’t. Elain relaxed her body as best as she could, taking him inch by glorious inch as he rocked himself into her. She reached back, gripping his hair at the scalp and holding him into her neck while he sunk deeper and deeper until she felt her rear end pressed into the cradle of his hips.

“Fuck, El,” he moaned. “You’re so fucking tight.”

Elain couldn’t form words. She was delirious with pleasure, edged with pain, and everything in between. It was life-altering, how full she felt with his cock buried into her ass. Nothing could compare to how good it felt to have him like this.

When he started to move, the only sounds she could form were heavy breaths and low moans. Her mind was a kaleidoscope of color as he thrust into her, his fingers digging into the back of her knee, holding her open for him.

His strokes were measured and deep, sliding nearly all the way out, and pushing in until he hit a spot inside her that had her gasping every time.

She needed more. She needed it faster. She needed to come. “Harder, Az,” she cried out, her face burying into her shoulder.

He picked up the pace, snapping his hips into her, his mouth latching itself onto her the back of her shoulder.

Oh, gods. Oh, gods, it was so good. Her hand left her clit to clutch the edge of her pillow, but he quickly replaced it, releasing her breast to slide his fingers down between her legs, tightening his circles on her.

Elain sobbed in pleasure, climbing higher and higher. It was too much. It wasn’t enough. She couldn’t think straight. Her name…what was it? Oh, fuck, he felt so good. She had no idea it could feel like this. “So good,” she moaned pathetically. Her body had turned to putty beneath his careful hands and his hard cock. Another whimper passed between her parted lips as she climbed up to the top of her orgasms, teetering on the edge of something she’d never felt before.

Azriel brushed his mouth to the shell of her ear. “I’ve got you, baby. Let go for me.”

His gruff words were her undoing as Elain dove headfirst into the largest orgasm she’d ever experienced. She squeezed the hair between her fingers, hard enough that he grunted into her neck, but she didn’t let go—couldn’t let go as she fell, fell, fell, all while he fucked her ass harder and faster, prolonging her pleasure.

Her face was soaked with tears, body pulsing around his cock.

It only took another thrust or so before Azriel came with a shout, pushing himself as deep into her as he could go to spill inside of her, claiming her ass as his. Her body convulsed around him, taking everything he offered her and more.

The sweat between their bodies rolled over her skin, but she didn’t care. She was too far lost in her mind to worry about anything but how incredible she felt.

His hot breath panted over her shoulder as he gently laid her leg over her body, keeping her knee still bent. Grabbing his phone, he switched off the vibrator. Az gave her a while to catch her breath, before he murmured into her ear, “I’m going to pull everything out. Slow breaths, love.” The words rattled in her skull but didn’t fully register. She was too lost in the sensations.

Bringing her leg back up, he reached between her thighs and gently tugged out the toy. It didn’t stop the whimper from escaping her lips.

“Easy, baby. We’re almost finished,” he whispered, his voice velvety soft and covering her like a warm blanket.

Removing himself from her behind was another story. Her body clamped onto him, causing her to cry out from her sensitive hole.

He slowed his movements, stroking her hips soothingly. “Relax, El. I need you to relax.” His hands gently swept over her body, helping her body come down.

She did, inhaling deeply until he managed to pull himself free. Elain felt incredibly empty without him in her, missing it already, but was too exhausted for anything else tonight.

Azriel pulled himself from behind her, leaning over her body to kiss her cheek. “Don’t fall asleep. We need to clean up first. I’m going to start the bath.” Gripping her chin, he turned her head and dropped a kiss on her swollen lips, smiling down at her before padding into the bathroom.

Elain heard the water turn on and then him rummaging through the drawers, looking for something if she had to guess. Frankly, she didn’t care. She just wanted to sleep. But as soon as she started to drift off, Az was hauling her into his chest, her arms sliding around his neck.

The scalding water made her flinch when it touched her overly sensitive butt. She whimpered again, tightening her hold on him.

Az hushed her, murmuring sweet nothings into her ear as he slowly sank into the tub.

Fuck she was so sore, but the heat of the water felt so good too. She nuzzled into his neck before allowing him to twist her on his lap so she sat between his legs. Elain rested her head on his shoulder while he washed her down.

“You did so well tonight, love. I’m proud of you,” he told her, kissing her temple. “Are you feeling all right?”

Elain hummed in contentment. “Fine, just tired.”

His chuckle reverberated through her spine. “We’ll get to bed soon. I need to clean up the mess first and blow out all the candles. Do you think you can manage sitting in the tub a bit longer while I take care of that?”

“Mhmm.” She had no energy for anything else.

His soft laughter chased her in her dreams. Elain felt him climb out from behind her, carefully laying her back against the edge. “Don’t fall asleep, El.”

Good luck with that, she wanted to say but couldn’t. Her eyes had already drifted shut, but she could hear him opening the slider to the small balcony, letting in the fresh air, and then collecting all the items from their bed. She peaked an eye open, seeing him drop the toys in the sink to clean them.

Az didn’t bother to dress, standing nude at the counter as he took care of everything.

Gods, she loved him. He always did everything for her so she never had to worry about anything after sex.

Turning to face her, he grabbed a towel and knelt by the edge of the tub. “All right, love. Can you stand for me so I can dry you off?” He popped the drain, gripping her under the elbow to help her to her feet.

Elain swayed dangerously, making him lurch to hold her under her arm so she didn’t slip.

Az dried her off as best as he could, tossing the wet towel over to the sink before lifting her back into his arms and carrying her into bed, sliding them both under the covers he had pulled down.

She snuggled into his chest, lips pressing over his heart where her name was permanently tattooed. “I love you, Azriel.”

He held her close kissing the top of her head. “Sleep, my beautiful wife.”

But she was already gone, pulled by exhaustion into a dreamless slumber.

~~~~~

Azriel woke to sunlight streaming in from the white curtains across the balcony slider. The rays reflected in Elain’s golden-brown hair, strewn across her pillow. His beautiful, naked wife was curled up on her side, her back pressed into his chest. He was pretty sure his left arm was completely dead, but he didn’t care. Not when he woke up to her every goddamn morning of every day.

She was his wife.

Fuck, she was his wife.

He couldn’t believe he got to call her that forever now. Az didn’t know who he should be thanking for it, but he sent up his prayers to anybody who would listen. His arms were banded around her, one across her chest, the other slung over her waist. He tightened his hold on her, nuzzling deeper into her jasmine and honey scent. She always smelled so good.

The faint laughter of their family told him that they should probably get up soon—join them for breakfast before the jet flew everyone home. He and Elain were going to stay here for a few days before starting on their three-week honeymoon. They were flying to the Winter District first, staying in this dome-like cabin under the northern lights. From there, they would travel to the Spring District to go through its impressive rose gardens. Elain had always wanted to see them and he was obliged to give that to her.

Three whole weeks to themselves. Three weeks of traveling across the country, taking in different sights, sounds, and tastes.

Speaking of tastes, Azriel was greedy for the delicate taste of his wife. Breakfast before breakfast, he told himself, leaning in to kiss her bare shoulder. When she didn’t stir, he moved further into the junction of her neck. He swept his hands over her body, the black band on his fourth finger catching the morning rays.

Elain shifted then, murmuring something in her sleep. Still, she didn’t fully wake.

So, he moved his lips to her nape, kissing her there and nudging his nose into her.

She sighed softly, rolling back into his chest to look up at him. Elain flashed him a sleepy smile. “Good morning, husband.” Her voice was a whisper on the morning breeze.

Gods, when she called him that…he had never felt happiness like this. “Good morning, wife,” he told her, tone husky as he leaned down to claim her lips.

Elain responded to his ministrations eagerly, allowing him to roll on top of her. Her fingers wove into his mussed hair. “What time is it?” she asked as he kissed down her throat to the center of her chest.

Az looked up at her, her brown eyes already dark with lust. “Mid to late morning if I had to take a guess. Everyone else is up. I can hear them.” His tongue darted out to lap at her nipple, sucking the point deep into his mouth.

She sucked in a breath, arching into him and pushing her breast further between his teeth. “Az,” she moaned.

He slipped further down her body, settling between her thighs. His thumb stroked her slit, feeling the wetness that had gathered there already. “Hush, love. You have to be quiet or our family is going to hear you while I enjoy my breakfast.”

At the first swipe of his tongue, Elain clapped a hand over her mouth, eyes screwing shut.

Azriel chuckled against her, throwing her legs over his shoulders and setting a brutal pace. He licked her entrance, plunging his tongue in and out of her, then slid up her slit to suck her clit.

Elain grabbed a handful of his hair, moaning against her palm as she writhed against his mouth, fucking herself on his tongue.

He loved when she took her pleasure from him, rode him to her heart’s content like she was doing now.

With her grip on him, Elain undulated her hips into him, positioning his mouth where she wanted him—needed him. When she tugged him to her clit, he sucked it hard, careening her into her orgasm.

She came with a muffled cry, body going limp into the mattress.

Swiping his tongue up her slit one more time, Azriel kissed his way back up her body, bringing his mouth to hers and letting her taste herself.

Elain hummed, hooking an ankle over his hip and flipping them over. Straddling his waist, she kissed him again. “My turn.” Following a similar path he took, Elain made her way down to his aching cock, at attention and eagerly waiting for his wife’s delectable mouth.

“Fuck, Elain,” he groaned at the first lick.

She smirked at him from between his legs. “Quiet now. You don’t want our family to hear you while I eat my breakfast,” Elain teased, repeating his words back to him.

“Let them,” he growled, sucking in a breath when she swallowed him whole. Fuck, he brushed the back of her throat in her bobbing. Azriel grabbed her hair, holding it at the back of her head and off his thighs. He wanted to watch her suck him.

And suck him she did. Elain’s cheeks hallowed, taking him deep into her mouth and swirling her tongue around his shaft. The warmth was fucking heavenly. “Baby, I’m going to come,” he warned her, feeling the pull low in his belly.

It should be embarrassing how quickly he’d orgasm when she put her mouth on him, but frankly, he didn’t care about staving off when she fucked him with her mouth. It felt too good to stop. “El…”

Feeling him at the precipice of his orgasm, she took him as deep as her throat would allow, finishing him off with a final draw from her mouth.

Az came with a groan, spilling down her throat.

Elain pulled off him with an audible pop, swallowing everything he gave her.

Fuck he loved her. He said as much, grabbing her under his arms and hauling her up his body to kiss her roughly. “You have no idea how much I want to be buried inside of you right now, but we should probably get down there to see the family off. I have housekeepers coming today to clean this place.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck. “We should definitely put away the toys from last night before they get here.”

He laughed, alerting the others to their woken state because a few minutes later, Cash was banging on the front door, shouting, “Lovebirds, get up! I’ve got breakfast ready.”

“We’re coming!” he growled back, making Elain giggle into his chest. “Come on wife, let’s get dressed.”

Half an hour later, they were cleaned up, dressed, and making their way across the yard to the back patio where his brother had served up a ton of food. Bacon, eggs, potatoes, toast, fruit, and every breakfast drink you could imagine.

Azriel pulled out a chair at the table for Elain, pushing her in before taking a seat next to her. He grabbed platters of food, piling various things onto her plate before his own.

“Elain, you look incredibly well-rested,” Cassian said.

He froze in the middle of scooping fruit, eying his brother in suspicion.

El blinked at his brother. “I am Cash. Thank you.”

He knew it wasn’t a compliment based on the tone of voice. “Cash, if you ever want to have children again, I suggest you not voice whatever is sitting on the tip of your tongue,” he warned.

His wife glanced at him, brows furrowed. “What?”

But Cassian just threw an arm around Nesta’s shoulders, smirking. “I’m just saying, if she’s well-rested, then you must’ve not done your job last night well enough.”

Elain’s cheeks turned pink at the comment, but before he could throw the platter at his ass of a brother, she said, “Cash, perhaps you shouldn’t be so boastful. You should know that women tell each other everything.” Elain propped her cheek on her fist, staring his brother down. “And I mean, everything.”

He glanced at her, unsure of whatever it was she had on his brother, but he was curious. And the look that Cash shot her was not one of pride, but rather one of caution.

“You don’t know anything,” he dared.

His wife’s smile was nothing short of chilling.

“Oh, really? I wouldn’t be so quick, to assume.”

Cassian’s face went pale and he whipped his head to Nesta who was trying not to smile, patting her daughter’s back. “You told her?!” he accused.

Nesta buried her face into the side of Sutton’s head, trying to hold back her laugh.

Feyre raised a glass across the table. “I can back, Elain.” The younger Archeron winked at his wife, sipping from her mimosa.

Cash gaped at the three women. “I can’t believe you told them,” he grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest like a petulant child.

Nesta patted his thigh. “It was years ago, babe. Who cares?”

“I care,” he muttered, looking put out.

Azriel reached under the table to grip Elain’s thigh, pouring her a mimosa from the pitcher on the table.

She slid her hand into his, lacing their fingers together. Picking up her glass, she clinked it on his, her smile brighter than pure sunshine.

He couldn’t stop himself from leaning down to kiss her, oblivious to the whoops and hollers from their family. Az ignored all of that and just let himself enjoy the moment with his gorgeous wife.

~~~

A few hours later, the newly married couple was lying on the beach, soaking up the sun’s warmth. He had dragged out two lounge chairs, sitting them side by side in the sand. Elain looked ridiculously good in her high-waisted bikini.

He had thoroughly ravished her body last night, her creamy skin plastered with his claiming marks. A few were covered by the swimsuit, but the ones on her neck, her ribcage, between the swells of her breasts remained visible.

Fuck she looked sexy covered in his bites.

And Elain didn’t seem to mind them showing, walking out of the house with the confidence of a queen.

Az had groaned at the sight of her. “I did a number on your body,” he’d told her.

She simply smirked, stating, “Perhaps you can add another one later.” Then she handed him the bottle of sunscreen and asked him to lather her back up.

He definitely did more than just her back, kneeling to cover her gorgeous legs, her toned arms, her ample chest, and her lithe waist. She laughed when his fingers slipped into her bikini top, asking him what he was doing. “Making sure my wife doesn’t get burned.”

Elain could only shake her head at his antics.

Laying out, she had tipped her floppy hat down, shading her face as she napped, the book she’d been reading discarded in the sand underneath her chair.

Noticing the pinkening on her stomach, Azriel got up, grabbing the bottle of sunscreen to rub more on her.

She jolted slightly at the contact.

“You’re getting pink,” he explained, spreading the white cream over her body. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Elain hummed, running her hand up his arm. Quick as a flash, she pulled his Ray Bans off his face.

He gave her an exasperated look. “What are you doing?” Az laughed.

“Here, you can wear mine,” she said, holding out her pink aviators to him and pushing his onto her nose.

Huffing, he grabbed hers from her outstretched hand and slid them onto his face. “How do I look?”

“Fabulous,” she said, grinning.

He grabbed her waist, hauling her over his shoulder and making her squeal.

“Azriel! What are you doing?” she laughed.

“Taking my wife swimming, that’s what.”

She smacked him on the butt. “Put me down!”

“No,” he said, popping her on the ass. “And believe me, baby, if you want to start the ass-smacking, I will win.”

Azriel should’ve known that her silence wasn’t her conceding, but that wicked little mind coming up with something truly devious. He hadn’t anticipated her grabbing his hips and biting him on the cheek.

A shout sounded from his throat, and he whipped her back over his shoulder to carry her bridal style. “You little minx. Did you just bite my ass?” He stared down at her in disbelief.

“I told you to put me down. It’s your fault,” she told him, smiling sweetly.

The heated look he shot her had her squirming in his arms. “Oh, I will get even for that later tonight.” His sensual promise had blood rushing to her cheeks. Despite his desire to turn around and carry her right up to the house and fuck her senseless, he continued into the cool water, setting her on her feet about thigh deep.

Elain bent at the waist, dragging her fingers in the waves. Giving him a feline smirk, she splashed him and took off running.

Stunned for a second, Azriel ran after his wife, following the sound of her joyful laugh. When he finally caught her, he kissed her like it was his last.

~~~~~

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IDBTWY Prequel - The Vow

Happy 2 Year Anniversary IDBTWY! 2 Years? What! I've been writing and posting this for 2 years? This is insane! For all of you who have stuck with me, I am so incredibly thankful for you. And if you're new, welcome! I know it's been a hell of a long time and I've put them through the wringer. No, I'm not totally finished... 👀 But I promise things are happening. I've got things written and I'm working hard into building up parts to get us onto a weekly posting schedule so we can avoid these multi-month-long droughts. As I've mentioned, my ask box is open for snippets and questions. Feel free to send me a word and I'll post a line if I've used it in a part I currently have written. I'll get to them throughout the day and this week. Thank you again to every single one of you. I adore every comment you leave me. They truly make my day. 💙💜💚

In the meantime, here's the final prequel for IDBTWY. I had no intentions of writing another prequel, but this idea hit me, and the words kind of spilled out. Please don't come for me. Remember how far we've come from here.😬

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Trigger warnings: language

Word Count: 2,045

Azriel heaved his last bag into the back of the car, hissing slightly as the movement tugged on his tattoos. Bootcamp was going to be a fucking bitch while they healed, but he needed the sting of the needle, the burn of the ink as it pierced his skin to help him focus on something other than the love he had to let go of.

He and his brothers had a late morning appointment at a traditional tattoo shop in Illyria the day after his and Rhys’s graduation. Cash waited on getting his Illyrian tattoos until they were all of age and could go together. A brotherly bonding moment.

Indeed, the following morning after their fight, his brother was sporting a black eye and Az had a split lip, but they put aside their feelings from the night before and stuck to their plans.

Now, a week later, any lingering anger had vanished as they helped him load up his few bags to take him to the airport.

“Is that the last of it?” Rhys asked from behind him.

He turned, catching his brother’s drawn face. The morning had been quiet, just the three of them. Rhys’s dad had said goodbye to him the night before in his unusual way, handing him his first glass of expensive whiskey that he barely choked down. He clapped him on the shoulder, which Az had to bite down on his shout of pain as he slapped his new tattoos, and that was the end of that.

And then Kier showed up. He’d been a hot, sweaty mess when he saw his uncle. But, like normal, Kier barely said a few words to him other than “good luck,” and “see you when you get back.” To the others, it was a simple send-off, but Azriel heard the underlying threat in them. Knew what would await him when he returned home.

“Yes, that’s it,” he answered, shutting the hatch of Cash’s old jeep. He glanced down at his watch, the gift Elain had given him for graduation and his recruitment. She gave it to him at the party, before they broke up. He had felt like a fucking asshole and told her he couldn’t accept it, especially after she said she sold baked goods for the last six months to buy it for him. But she refused to take no for an answer, putting it on his wrist herself.

“We should probably get going, so I don’t miss my flight.”

Rhys nodded. “Cash!” he called. “Come on, let’s go!”

“I’m coming!” Cassian shouted, coming out the front door and locking it behind him. He stopped when he reached the two of them. “You ready, brother?”

No, yes.

If he had asked him three weeks ago, his answer would’ve been yes. A definite yes. He would’ve had a plan, a future, maybe even a fiancé. Now, Azriel had nothing. His future was uncertain; a mob waiting for his return. The love of his life hated him. She was supposed to send him off today. “As much as I can be,” he said, putting on a fake smile that he knew neither of his brothers bought for a second, but they didn’t question him.

As they climbed into the car and pulled away from the curb, his chest began to tighten. This couldn’t be it—how he left things. His panic, his pain, bubbled into his throat and he felt the sudden urge to swallow the painful lump there.

Cash flipped his signal on to turn right at the stop sign down at the end of their block. It would take them to the highway and then to the airport.

“Wait!” he blurted.

His brothers looked at him—Cash from the driver’s seat and Rhys from the back.

Azriel was breathing heavily; like he had just run a marathon. “I have one stop to make before the airport.”

They shared a look in the rearview mirror. “Okay.” Cassian changed his signal and turned left, the direction that would take them to the Archeron house. He didn’t even need to ask his brother where he wanted to go—Cash just knew it.

They all did.

Fifteen minutes later, they pulled up in front of Elain’s home and parked.

His heart thundered in his chest as he looked up at her place, one hand on the door handle of the car. He had no idea what to do or say. Would she even speak to him? Fuck, he had been such a dick to her. She probably would slam the door in his face. He’d deserve it if she did. His blood roared in his ears; breaths came out unevenly.

“Just go up there and tell her you’re sorry, that you love her, and that you’ll call her when you land,” Cash said, encouragingly. “I know whatever you guys went through was bad, but I also know that what you two had was so much stronger than that. Your love is stronger than that. I know it is, Az. Just tell her you’re sorry.”

Gods he wanted to. He wanted to so fucking badly as he stared up at the walkway to the house he’d spent so much time in. But as he continued to think about her, about the life he could offer her, Kier’s words entered his mind.

Unless you want Elain’s blood on your hands, you’ll break it off with her before it’s too late.

A cold body on the garage floor.

His brother’s lifeless eyes stared up at him.

Killer. Cold-blooded murdered.

That’s what he was. What kind of life could he offer her, love or not? He murdered his brother and covered it up. She didn’t deserve to be dragged down with his pathetic excuse of a life, with his darkness when she was destined to shine.

Elain was this beautiful, bright light and Azriel would do everything in his power to make sure that light never went out.

His hand came off the door handle. “This was a mistake,” he breathed, even as the words tore his heart in two. “I shouldn’t have come. Let’s go.”

Silence settled over the three of them.

“Az,” Rhys tried softly.

“Go!” he ordered Cash. He couldn’t be here, couldn’t let her see him. If Elain came out of that house, he would’ve lost it. “Please, just go,” he choked on his words, emotion clogging his throat.

Cassian and Rhys shared another look but didn’t argue as Cash put the car into drive and drove away.

Azriel twisted in his seat to look at the house through the back window, watching as it got smaller and smaller. As he drove away and left her in the rearview mirror, still holding his heart. He made a vow to himself then. That no matter what life threw at him, what Kier made him face, he would never let anything happen to her. That Elain Archeron would always have his protection, whether she knew it or not.

~~~~~

Elain was lying on her bed, an untouched cup of tea discarded on her bedside table. It had been a week since she and Azriel had broken up—a week of pain, of misery, of going back through their time together to try and figure out where they went wrong. He hadn’t called, hadn’t reached out to her. And she didn’t dare initiate contact first. Her sisters tried to help, but they only wanted her to talk about her feelings and Elain had never been one for opening up.

Not to anyone other than him.

He had always known what she needed. When she wanted to talk or when she’d rather sit in silence. The absence of sound—of life really—was her only companion for the last week. She hadn’t wanted anybody else but him, and it fucking hurt to know he wasn’t coming to soothe her pain.

So, her sisters left her alone to her thoughts. When those became too loud, Elain tried to sleep. But her dreams were nightmares. Nightmares filled with memories of hazel eyes, tanned skin, and beautiful, soft smiles reserved just for her.

Gods, if she only knew what she did wrong, then maybe she could’ve fixed it.

Elain wiped under her nose with the back of her hand.

Today, however, was worse. Because today was the day he was leaving for boot camp and was set to be gone for years. The thought made her heart ache in her chest more so than it already did. She was supposed to be taking him to the airport today. Had the morning all planned out. She was going to spend the night at his place. Planned on never leaving his side until the early morning when she’d sneak out of his arms to make breakfast in bed for him. And then she was going to give him his going-away present, some scandalous photos she took on her phone in her underwear—and one she finally braved with nothing on—that she had printed before graduation.

Elain burnt those the day after he broke her heart.

As she was lying in bed, looking out the window facing her front yard, she saw Cash’s jeep pull up out front. Jumping from her bed, she went to the pane, heart hammering in her chest. She could hear the blood rushing in her ears.

He was here.

She knew what time his flight was, knew he was in the car that pulled up. Tears sprung into her eyes as she placed a palm on the glass. Az had come back to apologize. To tell her he still loved her, to explain why he did what he did.

So, she waited for him to get out of the car.

And she waited.

And the longer she waited, Elain felt the hope that had blossomed in her chest begin to crack. Tears ran down her cheeks as she murmured to herself, “Get out of the car, Az. Get out of the car. Please, just get out of the car. Please, Az. Come on, get out of the car.”

She pressed her forehead to the window, resting her brow against the cool glass. The blinding sun did nothing to brighten her breaking heart. “Please, Azriel. Please.” How he managed to destroy her twice would be her biggest regret; how she let him do that to her because she knew, deep down she knew. “Azriel, please get out of the car,” she mourned pathetically. “I love you, please.”

And just as easily as she built up that hope, it shattered as she saw the brake lights flash and the jeep drove away. A silent sob wracked her body while she watched the car disappear around the corner. Elain clutched the front of her shirt—his shirt, the one he gave her after he pegged her with a soccer ball. Despite it being his, she always found comfort in it and had worn it every night since he broke her heart.

Since he ripped apart her very being and left it discarded on the ground in shambles for her to pick up.

Turning away from the window, Elain slid to the ground and wrapped her arms around her knees. Letting herself cry again for the man that continuously played with her heart. Showing up here felt like some sick joke. Azriel was never a cruel person, but the tears on her face and physical pain in her chest made her start to believe otherwise.

She couldn’t let herself go through it again, be hurt by him again. Her heart could only handle so much pain and misery. Even now, she didn’t think she could ever accept anyone else into her life as she had him. He had left some mark on her soul in a way no other person could and just snatched it away. Like she didn’t even matter. She fruitlessly tried to wipe away the tears running down her face.

Never again. She couldn’t do this again. Not with him. So, there on the ground of her childhood bedroom floor, Elain made a vow to herself to never let Azriel Knight into her heart again.

However, in the end, it would seem neither vow was held.

~~~~~

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IDBTWY Prequel - The Distance Between Us

So, uh... just remember I gave you two really fluffy prequels before this. Thank you all for celebrating IDBTWY 1 year anniversary! It’s truly been an honor to be on this journey with you all. I adore each and every one of you for your love and support. 🥰

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Word Count: 2,515

They had done it. They finally graduated.

Elain couldn’t stop herself from grinning widely. She’d been looking forward to this day for so long. Her classmates tossed their caps in the air, cheering loudly, but she kept hers firmly on her head, not wanting to lose it amongst the others since she decorated the top.

With the actual graduation piece over, she went in search of her boyfriend. They had barely spoken all day, but their combined graduation party—with Rhys of course—was right after the ceremony.

Her stomach churned with both excitement and anxiety.

Something had seemed off with Azriel when they did speak before the ceremony. His answers were short, clipped. He seemed closed off and couldn’t look her in the eye when they gathered in the gymnasium to line up with their classmates. She had glanced at his brother, brow raised, but his shoulder shrug told her he’d been like that all day.

It was unusual for his mood and temper to show like that. But at least it wasn’t directed at her solely… right?

It took her a minute to find him through the black and white gowns of her other classmates. He was standing with Rhys, his brother wearing the largest grin.

But her boyfriend wasn’t smiling at all. In fact, his face seemed drawn. Detached almost.

Hoping a surprise hug might make his frown turn, Elain threw her arms around his waist. “Hey!”

Azriel jumped out of his skin—and her embrace—and whipped around to look at her.

Her eyes widened. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” It was also very uncommon for him to be snuck up on in the first place. She had done it a few times in the past, but she was also attempting to scare him. And even then, she rarely succeeded.

Rhys gaped at him in shock.

Az cleared his throat. “You’re fine.” He leaned down to kiss her cheek briefly before taking her hand. “Let’s go.” He pulled her towards their awaiting family, his brother a step behind them.

Elain couldn’t help but shrink into herself a bit. Az was by no means a male who liked PDA, but the kiss on the cheek felt forced. Her mind whirled at what the issue could be. They hadn’t fought or argued about anything recently. Maybe it was the impending distance their relationship would be facing that fall? They had talked about it many times the last few months, but he had assured her that things would work out.

That they would work out even with the miles between them.

She made a mental note to ask him about it later as she was pulled in by her sisters—and father who had actually made it to the ceremony—for hugs and congratulations. Elain decided to let herself be happy, to enjoy the moment and would worry about whatever was eating at her boyfriend later.

~~~

It took till nearly the end of their party for Azriel to approach her, though he had stuck by her side throughout the beginning of the celebration. It felt more like out of obligation rather than him wanting to be there.

The sun was starting to set, but it was still light enough outside to see him slowly making his way across the yard towards her.

Elain took in his posture, the hands in his pockets, and her heart sank.

Azriel offered her what she assumed was his attempt at a reassuring smile, but came out more of a grimace. “Can we talk? Privately?”

Her throat tightened to the point of pain. “Okay.”

He took her hand and guided her around the yard to the front porch, away from their friends and family. Away from prying eyes and ears.

She swallowed the urge to cry as they took a seat on the two chairs, neither of them saying a word. Finally, Elain couldn’t handle the silence any longer. “Just get it off your chest, Az. Something’s been bothering you all day.”

He sighed leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. His head hung low as he whispered, “I want to break up.”

The words had been running through her mind all day, but Elain had held out some hope that perhaps something else was bothering him. Her eyes filled with tears. The air whooshed from her lungs. “Did I do something?” she asked, voice cracked.

That made him look over at her. “No! No, Elain. You didn’t do anything.”

She shook her head. “I don’t understand.”

“I just—” he started, then stopped to collect himself. “I just think the distance is going to ruin us.”

“So, you don’t even want to try?” she demanded, hurt creeping into her voice. She couldn’t stop the tears that spilled over. The ache in her throat was too strong to ignore.

“I think you deserve to not be held back by me when you’re at college.”

She blinked at him in confusion. “Held back by you? What does that even mean?” When he didn’t respond, she added, “We talked about this, Az. We’ve talked this through! I don’t understand—”

“You can do better than me,” he interrupted.

Elain shot to her feet, both anger and sorrow warring inside her chest. “You don’t get to decide that for me!” she cried, tears streaming down her face. Her heart felt like it was breaking in her rib cage. “I love you, Azriel. Please don’t do this. I know it’s not going to be easy, but you can’t give up on this. On us.” He had to see, had to know that this wasn’t the answer. That she didn’t want this.

Azriel was on his feet, pacing like a caged animal. His hands shook and Elain wanted nothing more than to wrap her arms around him and hold him. But her feet seemed permanently glued to the floor. Finally, he stopped and looked back at her face. His eyes were hard—determined. “You and I both know that this was never going to be forever.”

Elain’s face crumpled. Her hand clutched at her chest, over her shattered heart, as she felt the words like a physical blow. “You don’t mean that.” Her voice was barely above a whisper on the breeze, but she knew he had heard it. Saw the slight flicker in his eyes before they went arctic cold—such a contrast of his normally warm, lovely hazel irises. It made her suck in a breath as she stepped back.

“I don’t want this anymore,” he stated adamantly. “And I don’t want you.”

Her jaw fell open as everything in her went numb. Her head was eerily silent. She wanted to yell. She wanted to scream. She wanted to pound her fists into his chest until he made sense.

But she did none of those things.

Elain just stared at him, hoping to find some lie. But Azriel had always been good at concealing his face. Even his eyes held an uncompromising will. With her chin held as high as she could muster, she said, “If you get in the car and leave, don’t you ever come back.” Even with the tears falling down her face, with the open chasm he left in her chest, her voice was surprisingly steady.

Azriel looked between her eyes and she saw the small crack in his façade. In the way his hand had started to reach out to her.

It just wasn’t enough.

His arm dropped back to his side, fingers tightening until his knuckles were white. “Be happy, Elain,” was the last thing he breathed to her before she watched him walk down the front porch steps, climbed into his truck, and drove away.

It was only when he disappeared down the street did she allow herself to fall to her knees. Ugly, earth-shattering sobs tore from her lips. She dropped her face into her hands as she wept on the front porch of her childhood home.

The pain in her chest was nearly unbearable. Azriel had somehow woven a thread around her heart over the last few years. She never thought he would one day pull on that thread until her heart physically felt like it was dying.

“Elain!” came Nesta’s voice. “Elain, where are you?”

She couldn’t let her see her like this. Couldn’t let her sister know how badly she was hurt by the male that she thought had loved her. Wiping her face and under her nose with the back of her hand, Elain quickly stood up and bolted inside the house and up the stairs. She slammed her bedroom door shut and slid against it until she hit the ground.

Once securely inside her room, did she allow herself to mourn the loss of the male she wanted to marry one day.

~~~~~

Azriel had only been home an hour before he heard the front door slam shut and knew his brothers were likely on their way up to his bedroom to figure out what the hell he was doing. He had allowed himself to cry the entire drive home. To let his emotions out before anyone could see him for the coward that he was.

He had loved Elain. Had wanted to ask her to marry him. Had fucking looked at rings only two weeks before.

But his hands were tainted by the death of his brother. And he knew she would never be safe with him now that Kier had him under his wing. If there was one thing above all else that he held himself to was his loyalty to keep those he cared about safe.

Even if it destroyed him in the process.

His bedroom door swung open, hard enough to hit the wall and leave an indent in the plaster.

Maybe it was his desire to brawl right now, but he looked at a very pissed-off Cassian dead in the eye and said, “I’m not getting in trouble for that.”

Utter wrath rolled off his brother’s shoulders.

Good, he deserved his hate. His anger.

“You think for one second, I give a shit about the fucking wall right now?”

Though Cash had a year and a half on him, they were both fairly matched when it came to brute strength and size. “I’m not a mind reader, Cassian. Do tell me what’s got you all hot tempered right now.”

Fuck, he was really asking for it.

Cassian’s hands clenched into fists at his side. “I want to know what the fuck you think you’re doing?”

Hazel eyes chanced a glance to the violet ones over Cash’s shoulder, finding them less angry and more wary. Rhys had seen him at graduation when Elain snuck up on him. Seen how he jumped at her touch.

He looked back at his older brother’s face, flushed in anger. “I’m packing. You do remember I leave next week for boot camp, right?”

Cassian took a step into the room. “You’re a fucking little shit. You know exactly what I’m talking about. You broke up with Elain.”

Hearing her name spoken out loud was like a blow to the chest, but he kept his face carefully blank.

“Nesta just ripped into me about you, wanting to know what the hell you’ve just done. Only to find out that I had no fucking idea that you broke her sister’s heart.”

“I don’t believe what happens between me and E—” his voice caught on her name, something both of his brothers noted. “Between me and her has anything to do with you. So, do us all a favor and butt the fuck out.”

His brother tried to lunge, but Rhys caught his shoulder. “Az, you love Elain. Tell us what’s going on.”

He tossed the shirt he was holding into the bag he’d been attempting to pack, the first sign of him losing the grip on his temper. “You do realize that we’ll be thousands of miles apart from each other. What kind of a relationship is that going to be? A few texts and calls for the first couple of months until things fizzle out? Best to end things face-to-face now than over texts later.”

“Fucking bullshit,” Cassian snapped. “What you and Elain have is more than that. Distance wouldn’t have made a difference.” When Az didn’t respond, he added more brutally, “I could hear Elain crying in the background of that phone call. I know you have daddy issues, but I didn’t realize you were just as much of an asshole as he was.”

“Cash!” Rhys hissed. “Low fucking blow, dude.”

“What Elain and I had, and what happened between us is none of your damn concern!” he snarled back, his emotions getting the best of him. “Why don’t you worry about your own Archeron sister or do you just plan on to continue fucking her to hide your own goddamn feelings?”

His brother swung and connected his fist with his jaw. Azriel’s teeth sang from the impact, but he took the hit, knocking backward into his nightstand and breaking the lamp that sat there. Fucking finally, he thought to himself, and then he launched at his brother—the two of them went down in a tangle of limbs and bloodied fists. He managed to get Cassian down to the ground for two punches that he knew would give his brother a black eye.

But Cash had begun training with the police academy and knew how to buck him off, quickly rolling them to pin him to the ground. He got in another shot at his face, but only one before Rhys was there.

“Fucking hell! Guys!” Rhys shouted, reaching into their brawl to break them up. He wrapped an arm around Cassian’s neck to haul him off and threw him against the wall, knocking the picture of the three of them from the lake house last summer to the floor. Glass shattered across his room.

Blood trickled down his mouth as he sat up against his bed, breathing harshly. He bent his knees to rest his arms on them.

Cassian stood up and wiped at the mess under his nose. There was nothing but utter malice in those hazel eyes.

But Rhys stepped between them, holding both hands out. “Enough. Before you do something or say something else, you’ll regret.” He looked back at Azriel with those knowing violet eyes. “I hope you didn’t just make the biggest mistake of your life.” Grabbing Cassian, he hauled his other brother out of his bedroom, shutting the door behind them.

Azriel just sat there on his floor, not bothering to wipe the blood that dripped off his face onto his shirt. His chest felt hollow. Like whatever had bonded him to Elain had been irreversibly severed. It was his own fault. His own damn fault for ruining the best thing he had ever had. He was a cold-blooded killer. And she deserved to be with someone better.

“I know I did,” he whispered to himself as he dropped his head in his hands and wept.

~~~~~

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2 Year Anniversary Announcement!✨

I can’t believe that July 11th marks the second year anniversary for IDBTWY. 😱 Two whole years I’ve been writing this. Two whole years, you’ve stuck with me. I’m still amazed you’ve made it this long. 🤣 This story has become such a huge part of my life. I do have plans to rework it into an original piece and publish it, but first, you guys get the finished fic.

I’m currently well underway with writing parts. Draft one of part 33 is complete and I’m close to being done with draft one of part 34. I have written a full outline for the remainder of the story (I know, who is she?) so I know how things are going to happen. No more flying by the seat of my pants. Yay! 😅 If we stay the course, we’re looking at about 49 parts, plus an epilogue (and an alternate ending). 👀 My plan is to get the drafts written out, or most of them, before I begin posting again so I can get us on a weekly scheduled update. 🤞🏻 Hoping it doesn’t take too long to get things out, but I’ll keep you all informed on my progress.

As for the celebration of the 2 year anniversary: I have the final prequel ready to come out on the actual anniversary. I didn’t plan on writing another one, but this scene popped into my head and I needed to get it out. So, here we are. 😂 It’s wraps up all the prequels with a nice, little bow.

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I Do Bad Things with You Masterlist

Summary: Elain and Azriel were high school sweethearts until Azriel unexpectedly ends their relationship after graduation. It’s been ten years since they’ve seen or spoken to each other. But when the bank that Elain worked at part-time to pay for medical school is robbed at gunpoint, she’s surprised when the criminals seem to recognize her and retreat in fear. She later finds out that Azriel is the head of the Velaris Mob and has placed her on a “do not harm” list and decides to confront the male that once held her heart. After years apart, their reconciliation is anything but easy. When a threat arises, Elain and Azriel have to figure out a way to co-exist again while not letting their history or feelings get in the way, which proves to be more of a challenge than either of them anticipated.

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Parts marked with an ** are NSFW.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19**, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23, Part 24, Part 25, Part 26, Part 27, Part 28, Part 29, Part 30**, Part 31, Part 32**

IDBTWY Prequels (in chronological order)

One for the Face

Seven Minutes

Spaghetti for Two

A Cabin on the Lake

The Distance Between Us

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Header mood board and ones below are made the amazing @gracie-rosee. Check out the full collection of mood boards here. 💕

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IDBTWY Prequel - A Cabin on the Lake

Here we are! Prequel #2 in the IDBTWY Anniversary Celebration. Thank you all for your lovely comments. It means so much to me. 🥰 If the GIF doesn’t give it away, this piece is SMUT. It’s awkward, first time smut for our two dorks. I hope you like it. Let me know what you think! 💙💚💜

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Credit to @featherymalignancy for Cassian’s nickname, Cash. 😘

Trigger warnings: SMUT and language

Word Count: 5,434

Elain was a bit nervous.

The gang had taken a week to head up to Rhys’s parent’s lakefront cabin. It was towards the end of their summer break, Rhys, her, and Azriel would be going into their senior year that fall. Nesta was off to college. Cassian was heading to work at a construction company while he waited for the police academy to start. And Feyre was coming in as a freshman.

This was their last little outing without parental supervision—if you could call either of their father’s “parents” at all. She shook her head at that thought, not wanting to go down that road right now.

No, she was focused on what was to come that night.

They had everything planned out. Had selected the room in the cabin farthest away from their siblings. They had purchased everything they needed and brought it with them. Now, they only had to get around to actually doing what they had planned.

To have sex.

Elain was currently curled up in Azriel’s lap in front of the small bonfire they had set. A blanket was covering their laps, though the heat of his body beneath her was enough to set her skin on fire.

She trusted Azriel—wanted to take that next step with him, but every night when she went to instigate it, she chickened out.

Almost as if he could hear her thoughts, a kiss was pressed to the side of her head, and she looked up at his handsome face. The openness of his hazel eyes, the adoration as he stared down at her.

It made her realize that she had nothing to be nervous about. That he would take care of her and make sure she was okay, and would never force her if she wanted to stop.

Reaching a hand up, she cupped his jaw to bring his cheek down to kiss. “Want to go to bed?” She knew he’d understand the meaning behind the question.

His thumb brushed the bare skin of her waist, eyes searching hers for that hesitation he found the previous nights. When he found none, he whispered, “You sure?”

Elain nodded, smiling softly. “I am.”

He grinned, the one he reserved only for her. It made her heart flutter in her chest. “Let’s go.”

She rose gracefully off his lap and wrapped the blanket around her shoulders.

Azriel followed suit, tucking her under his arm as he said to the group, “We’re beat. Think we’re going to call it a night.”

Their siblings bid them goodnight as they made their way back to the cabin. Once safely inside, he said, “I think your little sister has a crush on Rhys.”

Elain whipped her head to look at him. “What? He’s so much older!”

Azriel laughed, taking the blanket off her shoulders and laying it over one of the recliners in the living area. “He’s only like three years older than her—which won’t be as big of a difference once they’re in their twenties.” He took her hand in his and led the way up the stairs.

“You don’t think he’ll pursue her, do you?” Feyre was barely fourteen. Would be fifteen that December.

“It wouldn’t be the first time a senior dated a freshman.”

“That’s not reassuring!”

He chuckled again, opening their bedroom door and letting her slip inside. “I said your sister has a crush on him, not that they were getting married,” he amended, closing the door behind him and locking it.

Elain rolled her eyes, a smile playing on her lips. “What makes you think she has a crush on him?”

Azriel raised a brow at her. “Have you not noticed how much she looks at him?” At her head shake, he added, “Particularly when he’s in his swim trunks. I caught her this afternoon and her face turned bright red. It was completely adorable.”

She groaned, covering her face with her hands. “Oh, Feyre.”

He leaned forward to kiss her knuckles before gently pulling them from her face. “Don’t fret. I like to believe Rhys knows that’s a line he should not cross right now, not until she’s older.”

“You think he likes her too?”

Now it was his turn to look sheepish. “He made a comment earlier this week that she was pretty. Cassian slapped him up the backside of his head and said, and I quote, ‘Don’t you fucking dare.’”

Elain let out a giggle. “Never thought I’d say this but thank god for Cash.”

Azriel kissed her then, slowly, letting his hand slide into her hair to angle her head in a way that gave him more access to her mouth. His tongue tangled with hers, stroking her until she let out a sound from the back of her throat.

Her hands clutched the front of his shirt, using it as leverage to pull herself up onto her tiptoes.

His other hand wrapped around her waist, sliding under the back of her shirt to splay across the bare skin of her back.

She could feel every scar on his fingers, his palm, as they pressed her closer to him.

Before she could take it too far, he broke off the kiss and rested his forehead against hers. “El, are you sure you want to do this? I know you’ve been hesitant the last few nights. Please know that we don’t have to.”

She let her hands glide up his chest, up his throat until she held his face in her palms. “I know, Az. Believe me, I know. I’ve been psyching myself out the last few nights, but I’m ready. I want to do this with you.”

He nodded in understanding. “We can stop at any time. If you start having doubts or become uncomfortable, promise me you’ll tell me.”

Elain had to blink back tears at the brutal honesty of his words. “I trust you Azriel. But I promise to tell you if I need to stop.”

He removed her hands from his face, letting them lie on his shoulders.

Her fingers automatically went into his dark locks at his nape as he kissed her again, more greedily than before. It made pleasure shoot throughout her body, but it also unlocked a hunger deep inside her.

Azriel kept his hands moving, sliding them down her sides to her waist, then one went further over the curve of her ass. He squeezed her gently, eliciting a delicious sound from her chest. “Do you know how beautiful you are?” he whispered against her mouth. “How much I’ve dreamed about being with you.”

Elain made a whimpering noise that would’ve embarrassed her if it were anyone else. But with Az, she felt confident—that whatever sounds or words coming from her lips would only spur him on more.

He broke off the kiss, gripping the hem of her shirt. “Can I take this off?”

“Please,” she breathed, raising her arms up to assist him.

Azriel slowly tugged her garment over her head and tossed it onto the floor.

A blush spread across her cheeks, her chest as she watched him take in her breasts and the bra she wore.

He leaned forward, dropping a kiss over her thundering heart.

Elain gripped his shirt and tugged it over his head. She had seen Azriel’s bare torso before, but right now, given what they were about to do, it felt strangely more intimate. Reaching up, she let her fingers trace down his pec and over his abdominals. His skin was warm beneath her touch. “Beautiful,” she breathed, glancing back up at his face through her lashes.

Pink dusted his cheeks and he buried his face in the crook of her neck, sucking at the skin there. His palms ran up her sides and around to cup her breasts.

She let out a whimpered sound, needing to feel his skin. “Off,” she whined. “Take it off.”

Azriel’s fingers skimmed around her back to the hook of her bra, but her hair seemed to get in the way and he accidentally tugged it.

“Ouch,” she laughed.

His cheeks lit up like a flame. “Oh shit, sorry.”

Immediately his hands pulled away from her clasp, but she reached behind her, grabbing his fingers, and replaced them on her bra. “I’m fine,” she promised, kissing him lightly on the lips. Elain tugged her hair out of the way. When he still looked at her warily, she nodded. “I’m okay. Go ahead.”

He let out a breath, the feeling of it caressed her lips as his hands got back to work.

His fingers struggled for a bit and she was pretty sure they were slightly shaking. She tried to rein in her giggle, she really did. But finally, she couldn’t help herself. “Az, have you taken off a bra before?”

“No!” he practically shouted, then winced. “Okay, so, no I haven’t,” he admitted.

Her brows shot into her hairline. “Wait, you’ve never done this before?”

His tanned cheeks turned an even darker shade of pink. “No, I told you I’ve never been with anyone before.”

“No, I know. I just assumed you meant all the way. But you’ve dated before and it never got this far?”

He shrugged, dropping his hands to his sides in embarrassment. “No…” he said more to himself than to her it seemed like.

Elain tilted his face up to meet hers. “Hey. Please don’t get shy on me now. I assumed you had more experience overall and that’s on me for not clarifying,” she acknowledged. “Bras are tricky if you’ve never used one before.” When it looked like he didn’t believe her, she added, “Nesta had to help me out of my first bra. I couldn’t figure out how to unhook the damn thing behind me and she came barging into my room when she heard my scream of frustration.”

Azriel was biting his lips together in an attempt not to laugh.

“Hey! Don’t laugh at me. You’re struggling too!”

He raised his hands in surrender. “I know, I know. I’m sorry.”

She flicked his nose once for good measure, earning a hiss from him. But she turned around giving him a view of her backside. “Okay. Grab the two edges.”

His fingers skimmed up her back, sending shivers all over her body.

Once he firmly gripped the back strap, she said, “Pull the sides together until the clasps unhook.”

Ever the efficient learner, the bra unhooked in Azriel’s hands and he caught her gaze in the mirror as he slowly pulled the fabric away. Her chest was practically heaving as he leaned his head down and kissed her bare shoulder. “Exquisite,” he breathed onto her skin.

The word branded itself into her heart.

Azriel let his scarred palms slide around to her stomach and up to her freely bared chest. He cupped her tits, squeezing them gently.

Elain’s head fell back against his shoulder, mewling at his ministrations.

He took advantage of her state, letting his lips and teeth attach to the pale skin of her neck. Slotting a leg between hers, Az settled into a partial lunge to let her grind down onto his thigh.

The moment she pressed down onto his leg a moan escaped her lips, echoing in their quaint little room. “Bed,” she whined. “On the bed.”

Azriel stood her upright, spinning her around to face him. His hands went to the backs of her thighs as he hoisted her into his arms, her legs automatically wrapped around his waist. Their mouths come together in a clash of teeth and tongues.

It was hot and needy and desperate.

He laid her gently on the bed as they continued to kiss. His hand gripped her jaw, holding it to the side to give him access to her throat. He sucked his way down her chest, taking one of her nipples in his mouth.

“Oh, gods!”

He released her immediately. “Did that hurt?”

Elain’s hands dove into his hair and pulled him back to her chest. “No. Don’t stop, please.” She was a hot, panting mess and she knew it. But the way he smiled into her skin, she knew he didn’t care. That her desperate cries and withering mess turned him on. She could feel it, pressed into her aching center.

His mouth returned to her nipple, tugging it gently then blew on the sensitive nub. His hands adjusted her legs so they were thrown over his hips to give him better access. When he switched to her other breast, he thrust into the cradle of her hips.

They both moaned at the friction.

Azriel released her breasts and kissed his way down the flat plane of her stomach to the top of her jean shorts. He popped the button, eyes looking up at her face, searching for her answer. When she nodded, he pulled the zipper down and slowly tugged her shorts off. They were unceremoniously tossed behind him.

He looked his fill, admiring her bare breasts, the cobalt blue cotton panties she bought specifically because she knew he liked the color. His eyes flared when they got to her underwear, to the darkened spot she knew had formed between her legs.

Feeling herself grow self-conscious, she said, “You too,” and poked him in the hip with her toe. Elain allowed herself to watch him unbutton his pants and tugged them down his legs, stepping out and kicking them behind him. With his jeans gone, she could see more clearly, the imprint of his hardened member. She blushed when he caught her looking, a cocky smile danced on his lips.

“Eyes are up here, my love,” he teased, crawling over her again to give her another dirty kiss. He groaned, bucking into her hips once more.

“Oh gods,” she breathed into his mouth.

“What would you like me to do next, baby?” he purred into her ear.

Goosebumps erupted at the tone of voice all down her body. She mewled, wiggling her hips into his. “Touch me.” Her voice was a breathless whisper.

Azriel grinned, kissing down her chest, and let his hand travel to the waistband of her panties. Further, until the pads of his fingers dusted over her slit.

Her hips bucked up on their own accord at the first brush. Elain had no experience in pleasure. Had never even touched herself down there. But oh gods, if it felt like this all the time, she would definitely need to take some time to explore her own body.

Or let Azriel explore her body for her—which after tonight she felt inclined to let him.

His fingers circled over the spot that she had only read about, the one time she stole one of Nesta’s not-so-appropriate smutty books and blushed through the whole thing.

“Can I take these off?” he asked, tugging on the band of her underwear.

Elain nodded. “Yes,” she breathed heavily.

He smirked, removing his hand from between her legs to pull the last scrap of clothing from her body.

If she thought she was blushing before, her face and chest were positively scorching now.

Azriel must’ve sensed her discomfort—he had a knack of being able to read her so damn easily—because he leaned down and kissed her deeply again. “You’re beautiful,” he breathed into her mouth. He took his time kissing her, letting his tongue flutter in her mouth in a way he knew drove her crazy before his hand drifted back down and start its ministrations again, teasing at her entrance. He groaned. “Shit, you’re so wet.”

Elain pulled back, cheeks darkening. “Is that bad?” she squeaked.

He chuckled, kissing her lightly. “No, love. That is really, really, good,” he said, inserting a finger inside her.

Her hands clutched at his back; nails dug into his skin at the slow pump of his finger. “Oh shit,” she moaned.

Azriel worked her slowly, pumping in and out a few times before settling his thumb on her clit. Once her body became more languid, he gently inserted a second finger.

Elain’s back arched off the bed, her hips grinding against his hand. “Yes, oh gods, Az,” she whined.

He licked at the side of her breast, sucking at the tender flesh. “How close are you, baby?”

Pleasure licked its way up her spine and without even knowing what it was, Elain knew she was close to finishing. “Close,” she gasped. Shit. She never imagined that anything could feel this good.

Azriel seemed to focus his intensity then—mouth on her breast, fingers consistently pumping into her, thumb slowing down to small circles.

It was the attentiveness that finally pushed her over the edge. Elain’s back arched as she cried out.

But Az was there, swallowing her moans and noises with his mouth. His tongue stroked hers, coaxing her through her orgasm.

She was breathing heavily, chest heaving. Elain could feel how her cheeks flushed, but she grinned up at her boyfriend who was wearing a cat caught the canary smirk.

“You’ve never been with anyone, so where did you learn to do that?” she asked when she finally caught her breath.

It was rare for her to catch him off guard or embarrassed, but with how red his face turned, she knew she caught him like the kid with his hand in the cookie jar.

He scratched the back of his head, and then realized his mistake.

“Did you just rub that in your hair?”

Azriel’s face scrunched up in the most adorable way. “Yes, I did. Shit, why did I do that?” he mumbled sitting up.

Elain couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled up from her chest at his expense.

His cheeks heated even further as he grabbed his t-shirt from the floor to wipe his hands clean, and then the back of his head. “Stop laughing at me,” he grumbled, throwing his shirt back on the floor.

She pecked his nose. “I can’t help it. You made the cutest face just now. My laughter was inevitable.”

He scowled at her but leaned down to kiss her again. It was almost enough to make her forget her previous question.

Elain broke off the kiss, breathing deeply. “You avoided my question from earlier.”

Azriel kissed at her collarbone, humming contentedly. “Hmm?”

She shivered under his mouth but forced herself to push him back slightly. “Where did you learn how to do that?” she asked, brow raised.

He blushed hard enough that even his ears turned red. “I, uh,” he stuttered, so unlike his normal, well-thought-out speech. He was like the living definition of “think before you speak.” Azriel was usually very articulate with his wording, not afraid to take a few extra seconds to think through his response before giving it. So, this uneasiness was highly unusual for him. “Um, I watched some videos… online.”

Elain’s eyes widened. “You watched porn!”

Azriel slapped a hand over her mouth. “Shhh! Don’t scream it for everyone to hear!” he whisper hissed. “God forbid my brothers hear that. They would never let it go. Or your sister!” He shuddered, likely at the thought of what Nesta would do if she found out he watched porn to deflower her sister.

“Is that something you watch often?” she asked, curiously. Her cheeks darkened at the idea of seeing him watch those kinds of videos.

“No! Gods no. I just wanted to get some ideas on what to do. I promise you I don’t watch it leisurely.”

Her palm found his face, thumb brushing over the high arch of his cheekbone. “It’s okay if you do,” she said, honestly. “It’s not like you’ve gotten anything from me yet.”

His brows furrowed together. “Hey, El. That’s not it, honestly. What you’ve given me so far is more than enough. I would never ask for anything you weren’t ready for.” He ducked his head in embarrassment. “I just wanted to make sure this was good for you. I know the first time isn’t always the best for girls and I wanted it to be different for you. But I’m well aware of the unrealistic expectations those videos set.” He glanced back at her face. “I was pretty nitty-gritty with my search.”

Elain’s heart swelled at the confession. She cupped his cheeks, bringing his mouth down to hers. “You’re too good to me,” she breathed onto his lips. As she kissed him, she let her hand wander, down his torso, feeling the cuts from his soccer body, to the impression of him, still straining in his boxer briefs.

Azriel sucked in a breath at the first touch, groaning low in his throat. He dropped his head, his brow resting against hers.

Feeling somewhat confident from his response, she asked, “Have you thought of me when you touched yourself?” She wasn’t under any illusion that Azriel hadn’t… pleasured himself before. He was a teenage boy after all. The thoughts still sent a wave of heat both to her cheeks and down to her core.

He swallowed tightly. “Yes.” His hips bucked into her hand as she continued to explore the outline of him. “I’ve imagined what your hand would feel like wrapped around my—me.” He adjusted his sentence to avoid saying cock, knowing it would’ve sent her into a heated, embarrassed mess.

Elain was grateful for his phrase modification. “How does it compare?”

Lust-filled hazel eyes found her honey-brown ones. “It’s better than I could’ve ever imagined.”

“Can I?” she asked, fingers slipping into the waistband of his underwear.

He nodded eagerly, unable to voice the approval.

Elain slipped her hand just past the hem and slid down the line of course hair that sat from his navel and below until her fingers gently brushed the base of his cock. There was no stopping the blush on her face as she wrapped her hand around him, squeezing gently.

Azriel moaned softly, hips stuttering enough that she let go.

“Did that hurt?” she asked, unsure.

“No. No, it felt really good.”

Carefully, she replaced her hand on him and pumped slowly. Elain was surprised by how hard he felt in her hand. The ridges and textures along his length, yet it still seemed smooth in her palm.

He let her pleasure him for a brief moment longer before he tugged her hand away and out of his boxers.

“Did I do something wrong?” she asked, afraid that perhaps she wasn’t doing it right.

The corner of his mouth quirked up. “No, nothing wrong.” He leaned down to kiss her. “It’s just if you want to continue, I don’t want to finish yet.”

Elain reached up to pull him down for another dirty kiss. “Off,” she breathed, pushing at the waistband of his underwear.

He pulled away enough to brush a thumb over her cheek. “You sure?”

She nodded, smiling softly at him. “I am. Did you bring the—um protection?”

Az chuckled at the pink on her cheeks. “The condoms?” he asked teasing. He nudged his nose into hers affectionately. “You’re so cute, blushing about the word condoms.” He dropped a kiss to the side of her face before climbing off the bed to head over to his bag. He rooted around until he found a box and pulled out a package. He hesitated at the foot of the bed, staring at her.

It was enough to make her self-consciousness kick in. “What?”

He flashed a devious smile. “You look good, lying naked on our bed.”

She blushed even further, making his face soften.

“Are you sure you want to continue?”

Elain made grabby hands at him, laughing as he crawled back over her, placing kisses up her body as he made his way back to her mouth. Their tongues slid against each other in a sloppy make-out. “I’m sure,” she breathed. “I’ll admit I’m a bit nervous, but I trust you Azriel. And I want to do this with you.”

He nodded, rising up a bit to pull his boxers off and kicked them to the floor.

Her traitorous eyes dipped to his abdomen.

Lower.

Holy shit! There it was. Long, girthy—was that even the right word?

Azriel’s fingers captured her chin and tilted her face to meet his gaze. “You’re nervous.” It wasn’t a question.

She swallowed the lump in her throat. “You’re just, um. Large.”

The look on his face could only be described as purely arrogant. “Thanks,” he said proudly.

Elain scowled, making him laugh.

“You should stretch, and I’ll take it slow. If you still want to go through with this.”

She knew he meant it too. That she had complete control over how this happened. It made her heart swell with love for the boy in front of her. “I’m sure.”

Azriel gripped the condom wrapper with two hands and ripped it open. The rubber circle flew out of the package and smacked Elain in the face. “Shit! Ah fuck!” he barked, grabbing the condom from her chest.

Elain dropped backward on the bed, laughing so hard tears fell down her cheeks. “First the soccer ball, now the condom,” she teased.

His face got so dark, she was afraid it was permanently stained. Az groaned, dropping his head in embarrassment. “That was so not supposed to happen.”

She ran a hand up his arm. “Believe me, that just made me feel so much better. I’m much more relaxed now,” she added, through her giggles.

Azriel offered her a shy smile, chuckling himself. He carefully rolled the condom on—under her watchful gaze.

She smirked when he settled on top of her. “Did you learn how to do that by watching porn too?” she snarked.

“Ugh, you’re going to never let me live that down.” His voice held a slight whine to it, one that she thought was utterly adorable.

Elain shook her head, grinning. “Nope, never.”

He nipped at her nose in retaliation. “Prop your knees on my hips.”

She did as advised, bracing her legs on either side of him. The head of his cock nudged at her entrance, sliding through her folds to press on her clit. She moaned, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and let her hands tangle in his hair. “Kiss me,” she breathed.

He did, slowly rolling his hips into hers as he worshipped her mouth. Steady movements in and back out, going a little bit further with each thrust.

Elain mewled under his attentive ministrations, but it didn’t stop the twinge of pain—almost sharp like. “Stop.”

Azriel froze, mid-push. He pulled back to look at her face. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

Eyes closed, her hands gripped his biceps as she breathed in deeply. “I’m okay, just give me a second.”

He did just that, leaning down to show some attention to her neck and clavicle area. He knew her weak spots well, and his soft sucking brought her body back down. The minuscule pain down there lessening with every kiss, every bite, every lick on the skin of her throat.

It could’ve been minutes or hours for all she knew, but he held himself still until she relaxed again. “Are you,” kiss to her neck, “doing,” kiss to her cheek, “okay?” kiss to her mouth.

She giggled, opening her eyes to find him staring down at her, brow furrowed with concern. “I’m fine. It felt like a small pinch, but I’m okay.”

His eyes searched her face, looking for any false truth to her statement. “Do you want me to continue or do you want to stop?”

Her arms wrapped around his neck, fingers tangled in the hair at his nape. “You can move again.”

Azriel kissed her again before he started rolling his hips back into hers. It only took a few more thrusts until he bottomed out, a low moan tumbled from his lips. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

Elain’s hands were everywhere. In his hair, on his shoulders, scratching down his back. “Move, Az,” she whined. “I need you to move.”

The pleasure she felt with his fingers earlier was nothing compared to what she felt with him buried to the hilt inside her. It was an odd sensation, but not unwelcome. Her body naturally clenched around him.

Azriel hissed. “Baby,” he groaned. “If you do that, this is definitely not going to last.” He snaked a hand down her torso to circle her clit as he started his movements. They were slopping and uncoordinated, but it still made her ache for more.

Still made pleasure build low in her belly until it began working its way up her spine. It was unlike anything she had ever imagined. He timed his thrusts to the motion of his fingers, sending wave after wave of pleasure through her body. She wrapped her legs around his waist, feet locking at the ankles.

The movement allowed him to sink that much further into her. She gasped, but his mouth caught it, swallowing the sound as he picked up his pace. “Come on, El.” Sweat dripped off his brow onto her chest as he latched onto her breast.

The sound of their skin slapping together, their heaving breathing filled the air. Elain felt her body tighten before the impending drop it craved. Her skin felt hot all over as she crested, calling out his name. “Azriel!”

He was right behind her, her quaking walls sending him over the edge. Her name tumbled from his mouth, but he crashed his lips into hers, muffling the sounds of their moans. He continued his thrusts until she came down from her high and he collapsed on top of her.

They laid together like that as their panting slowed. Elain’s hands ran across his shoulders and back, feeling the welts from her nails. Her eyes widened. “I really scratched your back.”

He smiled against her chest, placing a kiss on the inside of one of her boobs. “I’ll wear those scratches proudly tomorrow.”

She smacked his shoulder. “You have to wear a shirt! Everyone will know what we did,” she hissed, her heated cheeks growing even redder.

Azriel chuckled at her expense, slowly pulling out of her.

Elain sucked in a breath, sensitive to the movement.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, once he slipped free from her. He was genuinely concerned about her wellbeing. It was one of the things that made it so easy for her to fall in love with him.

She cupped his cheeks, bringing him down for a soft, slow kiss. “Fantastic,” she answered honestly. “You truly did everything to make sure I was okay, and I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you, Az. I love you.”

His eyes sparkled—something so rare that she was the only person to ever see it. “I love you, too, El.” His lips brushed hers in the barest of a kiss.

He rolled off her and walked into the attached bathroom, likely to throw away the condom, and came back out with a damp towel. “I’m just going to clean you up,” he announced, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“You don’t have to.” Yes, they just had sex, but him wiping up her mess seemed a bit embarrassing.

Azriel placed a hand on her knee, thumb drawing circles on the inside of it. “You need to clean up after sex otherwise you might get an—um, well, a yeast infection.” How he knew that she had no idea, but he waited until she gave him the okay, opening her legs up to him.

He made quick work, not wanting to make her feel any more uncomfortable than she already was. Once satisfied she was clean, he got up and tossed the towel into his dirty clothes bag. Az tugged on a pair of clean underwear and grabbed a t-shirt and boxers, handing them to her. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted to sleep nude or not.”

Grateful, Elain took the shirt from him and pulled it over her head, then slid the pair of underwear up her legs. “Thanks.”

He crawled back into bed beside her, opening his arms in invitation.

She happily snuggled up to him on his side, her leg slotted between his. Sated and tired, Elain drifted off to sleep easily in the comfort of his embrace.

The following morning, their family didn’t have to see his back scratches to know what they did the night before. Elain’s glowing face told them everything.

In retaliation, Nesta shoved a fully-clothed Azriel, holding his morning cup of coffee, off the dock and into the lake for deflowering her younger sister.

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