Classic one bed left trope - ELRIEL
..... @snelbz and I are suckers for a classic one bed left trope. Enjoy.
Azriel walked into the cabin and nearly dropped his bag. The place was massive and beautifully decorated. He’d never been to the mountains before, at least not this far up, not on an overnight trip. But, when his group of friends asked him to go along with them, even though they were all couples, he couldn’t say no. It was time for him to take some time off of work, time for him to do something for himself.
A weekend getaway was the perfect opportunity.
He only had a moment of silence, though, because his friends soon trailed in after and they were not as quiet and serene as Azriel himself.
“This place is fucking huge!” Cassian yelled, his voice echoing throughout the grand room. Nesta followed him, eyes rolling, her hand in his.
“Three days in this place,” Rhysand said, sighing as he entered.
“It would be better if it was just Em and me, but I suppose it’s still going to be fun,” Mor chimed, giving Azriel a wink as she passed him.
“Let’s get unpacked and make a trip into town for groceries,” Feyre said, dropping her purse onto the counter and heading back out to the car to get her art bag.
“And booze,” Cassian said, following to grab he and Nesta’s bags. “Can’t forget the booze.”
Azriel’s dropped his bag by the door and went back out to see what he could help unload. He nearly ran into Elain on the porch.
“Let me get that for you,” he said, taking her duffel bag from her.
“What a gentleman,” she sighed dramatically, her hand over her chest.
He rolled his eyes and carried it inside before making a couple more trips and then found himself in the grand room where Elain, Nesta and Feyre were whispering frantically. He raised an eyebrow as he leaned against the counter by Rhysand. “What’s happening there?”
“There aren’t enough beds,” he replied, simply.
With a shrug, Azriel said, “We knew that when we booked this place. Elain is taking the last bed and I’m taking the couch.”
Rhys took a swig from his beer. “There is no couch.”
Azriel blinked and looked around. He wasn’t sure how he hadn’t noticed it, but…there wasn’t. Those closest thing was an ancient loveseat Mor and Emerie were sitting on and there was no way he was fitting on that thing.
Elain caught his eye with a wince. “I guess it’s a good thing Gwyn got invited to speak at that conference in Cesere, or you’d be sleeping on the floor.”
He blinked again. “What?”
Rhysand chuckled. “Follow along, Az.”
The realization hit him the moment he saw Elain’s cheeks turn a bright shade of pink. “You want me to share a bed with Lainy?”
Rhysand grinned and walked away, only for Azriel to realize that his tone had made that sentence sound like an insult.
“Not that that's a bad thing,” he followed, quickly.
Elain’s cheeks turned brighter, if that was even possible.
“I can sleep on the floor,” Azriel continued, when she said nothing. “Or, the…chair, thing.”
Elain looked at where Mor sat with Emerie on her lap. They barely fit on the little piece of furniture.
“You’re not sleeping on that,” Elain said, at last, her voice quiet. “And the entire cabin has hardwood floors. You…can sleep with me.”
Azriel nodded, all the while thinking that this “mix up” had been intentional. Rhysand’s grin had been telling enough, but Feyre had been trying to play matchmaker between him and Elain for years. She probably sorted out the whole ordeal the second they found out that Elain no longer had a roommate for the weekend.
He wondered if there was a couch stashed somewhere in their room, just to make sure this happened.
“It’ll be just like when we had sleepovers when we were little,” Elain added when he picked his bag up and set it by the door to the room.
Their room.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to share a room with Elain. It was that he did, far more than he should. He’d been in love with his best friend for longer than he could remember. He didn’t remember a time where he didn’t love Elain. But she had no idea and she never would.
Rhys, Feyre and Cassian decided to go to the store, while Elain, Nesta, Emerie, Mor and Azriel stayed behind. Within minutes, Mor and Emerie were making their way out to the hot tub, Nesta joining them. Which left Elain and Azriel in the living room.
“I’ll warn you,” she said, opening the cooler they’d brought from Velaris and pulling out two beers. “I'm a blanket hog.”
Azriel huffed a laugh, taking one from her outstretched hand. “That’s not good, then, because so am I.”
“Looks like we’ll need to find another blanket, then,” she smiled, that blush still staining her cheeks as she clinked her bottle against his. “Should we…join the others in the hot tub?”
Azriel nodded and when they both made a move for the bedroom, Azriel rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ll just…get my shorts out of my bag and change in the bathroom.”
Elain cleared her throat as she nodded.
He did just that, and when his shorts were on, he went out onto the back porch and sank into the hot tub with Mor, Emerie, and Nesta.
The second he made himself comfortable, the sliding door opened again and Elain appeared in a little lavender bikini. Azriel’s mouth went dry and he tried his best to look away but he couldn’t. The second Elain’s eyes met his, Aziel’s jaw locked. Her eyes remained on his as she set down her towel and got in, opposite of him.
“Az!”
Azriel’s eyes snapped to Mor. It obviously hadn’t been the first time she had said his name. “Hmm?”
“I asked if you minded being a gentleman and going in and grabbing us each a beer, too,” she said, raising an eyebrow as she looked at him.
He cleared his throat and looked at where Elain sat, her own beer pressed to her lips. He stood quickly, getting out. “Yeah, of course, I’ll be right back.”
He wrapped his towel waist and walked back into the kitchen. Rather than grab a few bottles, he grabbed the entire cooler, knowing Cassian would make sure the alcohol they were buying now would end up in the fridge anyways. Shouldering open the door, he found Nesta and Elain talking quietly, while Mor was swigging from a flask. They immediately hushed and looked at him, even as he set the cooler down and eyed Mor. “You needed a drink, huh?”
“I needed a beer,” she specified, taking one from him, as did Emerie and Nesta. “I never said I didn’t have a drink.”
Azriel rolled his eyes, grabbing fresh drinks for himself and Elain before taking his seat again, across from her. “What were you two talking about?” He asked, looking between Elain and her sister.
“The four orgasms your brother gave me last night,” Nesta grinned, opening her beer.
Elain choked on her beer, letting Azriel know that they certainly hadn’t been talking about that which made his curiosity grow. He gave Nesta a blank look. “Sorry I asked.”
Mor laughed quietly as Emerie put her arm around her. Elain was still trying to catch her breath, trying not to choke, blaming it on the beer going down the wrong pipe.
The others returned from the grocery store and Feyre and Rhysand began cooking up a meal that was way too big for the lot of them. Once they’d eaten, they found themselves in the hot tub again, this time all of them trying to fit. Azriel was practically sitting on Cassian’s lap at one point, and once Cassian was drunk enough to become handsy, he excused himself.
“Done snuggling?” Cassian grinned as Nesta climbed onto his lap with her newly filled drink.
“Only to go clean up the kitchen,” Azriel announced, nudging Cassian in the head as he passed. “Feyre and Rhys did enough. It’s the least I can do.”
Azriel was almost to the door when Elain said, “I’ll help!”
The water sloshed and she rose, beads running down her body before she wrapped it up in her towel.
He swallowed, nodding and holding the door open for her. The headed for the kitchen, both sides full of dirty pots and pans, the counter lined with plates and silverware from their family meal.
“I’ll be right there,” she said, pausing as they passed their room. “I’m gonna change real quick.”
“You’re not getting back in?” He wanted to see that lavender bikini again…
“Too cramped,” she replied, scrunching her nose. “Wanna turn on a movie instead?”
So much for the bikini, but she did have a point about it the hot tub being a bit full.
One by one, they changed, before meeting in front of the sink.
“You wash, I’ll dry?” She asked, handing him the sponge.
Those hazel eyes narrowed, but he turned the hot water on. “Seems like I got the raw end of the deal, but sure.”
“What movie do you want to watch?” She asked, taking the pot he’d just finished rinsing bubbles out of.
He didn’t hesitate. “Something scary,” he grinned, even as Elain’s face blanched.
“You know I hate scary movies,” she groaned, wiping down plate after plate.
“We’re in a cabin, in the middle of the mountains,” he defended. “There’s never a better chance than now.”
“This sounds like the worst time possible!” she laughed, shaking her head as she put the dry dishes into the cabinet.
“You asked what I wanted to watch, that’s what I want to watch,” he said, washing the last pot and drying it himself. His voice was light and Elain’s little smile only made him want to keep the gag going longer. “I promise not to let anyone get you tonight.” Since we’re sleeping in the same bed.
Elain must have thought the same thing because her cheeks were heating, once again. “Fine. One scary movie, but we’re watching something funny afterwards.”
“Deal,” Azriel said, smiling as he turned off the faucet and helped her put the clean dishes away.
They went into their room and opened Azriel’s laptop on the bed. Opening one of the many streaming services, he scrolled through his options until he found one he liked and selected it as he grinned.
“Friday the 13th,” Elain said, looking at the date on her phone. “Ha ha.”
“It’s practically a holiday,” he said, settling back against the pillows. “Only comes around a couple times a year, we might as well celebrate.”
She muttered something that sounded like Doesn’t seem like celebrating to me, but tucked her legs underneath herself and leaned back against her own pillows. Her arm leaned against his.
He pressed play.
To his surprise, she lasted a good half hour into the movie before starting to hide behind her pillow. Azriel pretended not to notice the way her knee fell against his, tried not to notice how when she jumped, she jumped towards him.
“How pissed would you get,” Azriel began, quietly, as tense music began playing through the speakers, “if I scared the shit out of you in the middle of the night, just for giggles.”
Elain slowly looked over at him from behind her pillow. “Try it and find out.”
Azriel’s brow rose and he grinned. Something in her tone had his stomach doing strange, familiar things. “Are you trying to be intimidating?”
“Is it working?” she asked, the screen still blocked from her vision.
Azriel pretended to think about it for a minute before saying, “No. Not at all.”
A scream sounded from the movie and Elain yelped, throwing her arms around Azriel. He caught her with an oomph as she buried her face into his chest.
“I hate you,” she said, her words muffled against his shirt. “I hate you for making me watch this horrible movie.”
He laughed softly, rubbing up and down her arm. “You’ll live. A little adrenaline is good for the body.”
“A little is one thing,” she said, her arms wrapping tighter around his neck as the wet sound of someone being stabbed came through the speakers. “My heart is about to beat out of my chest.”
Indeed, he could feel her frantic heartbeat, they were pressed so closely together. He could smell the vanilla and elderberry scent of her shampoo where her head was tucked beneath his chin.
With his other hand, he gently rubbed her back. “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you if anyone tries to come get you.”
She pulled back, just a bit, so she could look him in the eye. “You better.”
Another scream rang out from the movie and Elain jumped just as bad as she did the first time. Azriel only chuckled and continued to rub her back. After a minute, he felt Elain’s head turn toward the movie again.
But she didn’t act like she had any intention of moving from where she was curled up in his lap. The laughter of their friends out in the hot tub still carried in to them, and Azriel knew both Cassian and Mor were drunk beyond reason. But no one had come to check on them after they’d gone inside to wash dishes.
He assumed that was Feyre’s doing.
After a particularly gruesome death where a woman took an ax to the face, she asked in a small voice, “How many more deaths?”
He glanced down at her and thought for a minute. “Four. Including the bad guy.”
She nodded. “And then we can watch something sweet?”
“Something sweet?” Azriel raised an eyebrow. “I thought you said something funny.”
“Well this movie has traumatized me and now I want to watch something romantic.”
“Romantic?” he repeated. “I don’t know about that.”
“No, no,” Elain said, fighting back. “You picked this mess, I pick the next one. Those were the rules.”
“Since when?”
“Since now, when I made up the rules.”
Azriel laughed, quietly. “Alright, fine. What romantic nonsense are you forcing onto me?”
“Oh, 13 Going on 30, not even a debate,” Elain said.
It was her favorite. He knew it was her favorite. He knew it was the movie that she was going to suggest, which is why Azriel had his eye roll ready to go.
Once the movie ended, he found hers and pressed play. She was instantly perkier, instantly invested in the laptop.
Meanwhile, Azriel was leaning back against his pillows, yawning. “Wake me up when it’s over.”
“Oh no,” she said, chuckling. “I watched yours, you’re watching mine.”
“You spent half the movie behind your pillow,” he argued.
“You may do the same for this movie if you feel so inclined,” she jabbed. “But, you’ll miss the best parts.”
“Anthony Serkis dancing to Thriller is the best part,” he replied, leaning back, arm stretched out across the back of the pillows. “Wake me up when that scene comes on.”
Elain poked him in the side which made him jump, which made her giggle.
“Eyes open or I’ll do it again,” she warned, and settled back into the pillows.
They were close.
It wasn’t unusual. They’d known each other for twenty years at this point and had been best friends for the majority of it. Throughout that friendship, there had been a thousand movies watched and their bodies had grazed one another’s. No, it wasn’t unusual, but every time Azriel’s skin grazed hers it still sent an electric buzz throughout his entire body.
He never showed it, though, never gave any indication that he felt a damn thing when his skin touched hers. He wondered if she felt something similar or if she had ever had a thought like the many of his that ran through his mind.
Surely, she hadn’t.
If she had, their friendship would be very different. Shit, it wouldn’t even be a friendship. It would be something more, something greater, something real that would have come out of Azriel’s wildest dreams.
He looked over at her. She was fully engrossed in the movie, not even aware of his inward thoughts.
Maybe it was that fourth beer, even though he felt none of the alcohol’s effects by the point, but he let his arm drape across her shoulders, just to see what she’d do. And at first, she did nothing. Azriel nearly muttered an apology and a fake excuse about reaching around her for something I’m the night stand…
But then she scooted closer, infinitesimally, settling against him. Into him.
His fingers began drawing shapes on her bare shoulder, the sleeve of her cardigan having fallen down. The tank top she wore beneath showed off the beginnings of a tan that he knew would be golden in the summer from working in her garden any spare daylight she had. And likely some nights, depending on what shift she’d be working at the hospital.
Slowly, as if she didn’t want him to notice what she was doing, she laid her head in the crook of his neck.
It was a wonder he was still breathing.
The door from the balcony slammed and they jumped apart, Mor’s bright laughter suddenly much louder than it’d been before.
“Are they in their room?” A voice tried to whisper from right outside their door.
Tried, but failed, because it was Feyre and it sounded as if she’d made good on her promise to drink the entire bottle of wine she’d bought at the store.
“I think so, but I think they’re asleep, so we should go to bed.” Rhys was, once again, the voice of reason.
The door knob jiggled and both Elain and Azriel held their breath. Thank God he’d thought to lock it, figuring Cassian would try to play some prank in the middle of the night.
They heard a very unladylike snort. “The door is locked. They’re not sleeping, they did what we’re about to go do—”
There was a scream and then Rhys’s voice was fading as he spoke, getting quieter with every word, as if he’d tossed Feyre over his shoulder and headed for the stairs leading to the rest of the bedrooms.
The movie continued to play, but neither of them spoke in the silence. Azriel felt Elain’s eyes on him after a moment, and he turned towards her. Gazed into those warm, caramel eyes. But her eyes weren’t on his.
She was looking at his mouth.
To hell with it.
Azriel leaned down and brushed the softest of kisses to her lips.
At first, she didn’t react but perhaps it was just the shock of it all because her lips met his as her hand rested idly on his thigh.
The kiss was soft, sweet, gentle. Yet, it was earth shattering. He felt that kiss in every inch of his body, he felt alive for the first time in a long, long time.
When the kiss broke, Azriel only backed up an inch and they stared at one another.
When Elain didn’t say anything, Azriel whispered, “Sorry.”
“Why?” she breathed. “I’ve been…waiting for you to do that for a long time.”
Azriel’s breathing hitched. “How long?”
“Long enough,” she promised, and kissed him again. Her soft, gentle hands ran through his hair as Azriel’s arms went around her. That kiss deepened and Azriel couldn’t form a single thought.
His entire world was changing before his eyes, but he couldn’t focus on that, couldn’t focus on a thing. He’d spent many nights dreaming about this, and here it was: he was kissing Elain Archeron.
If this was all he got, thank the Mother, but he would take advantage of the opportunity he’d been given. His lips left hers and she next felt them on her neck, followed by the barest hint of teeth. Her head tipped back, giving him better access, and a quiet moan slipped out as his lips found that glorious spot where her neck met her shoulder. She melted into him as he explored that spot, what she did when he kissed, licked, sucked, tasted.
Her hand was still on his leg and she squeezed lightly as his mouth worshipped her neck. He paused for a moment, her hand much higher on his thigh that he’d realized. If she even scarcely moved her hand up, her fingers would brush against him, his body would let her know just how much this was affecting him. But as he let his teeth scrape over a sensitive spot, she didn’t timidly shift her fingers up a bit. No, Elain brazenly reached out and cupped Azriel through his sweatpants.
He hissed onto her skin, all the while relishing in the feel of her fingers around him.
She seemed to find satisfaction over this, over his sounds, over the way his body tensed and quickly relaxed. She smiled, Azriel feeling the gesture against his own lips. After she gave him a gentle squeeze, Azriel was pulling her by her hips until she was planted in his lap, straddling his waist. One arm was instantly around her, the other holding the back of her head as he kissed her. He wanted to be as close to her as possible, every hesitant inch of him that he held back all these years finally being able to let go.
The second her body made contact with his, she rocked her hips and Azriel swore against her lips.
“Too much?” she breathed. As she pulled back, he could see how flushed her cheeks were, even though the only light came from his laptop.
Azriel couldn’t help but quietly laugh. For her to think that this was too much… “No. Not at all.”
This time when he kissed her, her body melted into his. She was pressed up so tightly against him that he swore he could feel the beating of her heart against his chest.
When his tongue slid between her lips, she moaned and the sound alone had Azriel wishing he was inside of her. What sounds would she make then, as he pleasured her far greater than anyone surely had before? He would be sure of it, if that time came, when that time came. Judging from the way her hands had been wandering, it wasn’t too far off.
The movie still played in the background, the laughter of their friends outside, but there was nothing and no one but the two of them in that moment. Elain ran her hands through Azriel’s hair, hair nails lightly dragging against his scalp and he made a low noise of pleasure. Smiling, Elain pulled back to survey him. He’d be willing to bet his face was just as flushed as hers, his lips just as swollen.
“Tell me when to stop and I will,” he breathed.
She bit her lip and glanced down. Down, at the evidence of how much he was enjoying this. “And if I don’t want you to stop?”
Azriel hesitated. Not because he didn’t want to go further, he had never wanted to go further this badly before, but because he was caught off guard. If there was one thing that he and Elain never talked about throughout the years of their friendship were each other’s sex lives. He knew Elain, though. She may not have been completely innocent, but she sure as hell wasn’t as outspoken as her sisters about what went on behind closed doors.
“Then I won’t,” Azriel said, at last, jaw ticking as he swallowed. He felt like he was about to combust, every part of his being barely hanging on by a thread.
Elain ran her hands down his chest as she said, “Good.”
Her fingers delicately found the hem of his shirt and she pulled it up over his messy hair before tracing the ink on his chest. Azriel scarcely breathed as he remained perfectly still, letting her explore the skin she had always seen but never touched.
She followed one flowing swirl of dark ink that trailed down his bicep, letting her hand continue down his arm until it wrapped around the hand he had resting on her hips. Azriel watched in frozen silence as she brought his scarred hand to her lips and pressed a kiss over his skin. At his quiet gasp, the only sign of his shock, Elain’s eyes flicked up to his. Keeping her eyes on his, she then kissed each finger, before taking his other hand and showing it the same love and affection.
He blinked away the burning in his eyes at the tender act. He and Elain had discussed his hands before. She knew how he felt, to have them acknowledged. The cool wash of shame he usually felt was replaced by a tightening in his chest and he kissed her again. Her hands were once again exploring his body so he took the opportunity to do the same.
One of Azriel’s hands left her face, trailing down her neck, to her breast— where he realized she wasn’t wearing a bra.
He felt her smile against his lips and he chuckled, loving the feeling of her breast in his hand, even through the thin t-shirt she wore. It was baggy enough that he hadn’t even noticed, but now…
He couldn’t stop himself from pulling away from the kiss, from pinching her nipple just hard enough that she whimpered, and he watched as they both hardened beneath the fabric.
“Can I take this off,” he whispered, letting his thumb brush beneath the hem of her shirt, over her soft, warm skin.
Elain nodded and he wondered if words may have become just as foreign for her as they were for him. He took his time taking off that first piece of clothing. There had been so much anticipation that led to that moment, so many years wondering and imagining. Now that it was happening, he didn’t want to rush it, wouldn’t rush a thing. He would take his sweet time.
They had nowhere else to be.
He pulled the thin tee over her head and tossed it aside, not bothering to look away from her for a second to see where it had gone. His gaze was fully focused elsewhere.
Elain watched, slowly rocking her hips side to side in a silent tease, as Azriel gently cupped her breasts in his palms, his thumbs brushing over her peaked nipples.
Elain let out a held breath as he leaned down and took one of them into his mouth. Her fingers twisted into his hair and she gasped, eyes falling shut.
Her hips bucked of their own accord, her head falling back, and one of Azriel’s hands swept down her, holding her to him. His teeth bit down on the sensitive nub, his tongue flicking over it a second later, before his lips closed around it and he sucked. At the same time, his other hand showing the other as much attention as he could. He was hard, so hard, just a pair of leggings and panties between the two of them. She ground her hips down on him as she straddled him, the quiet noises she made like the sweetest song he’d ever heard.
His lips found her other breast, becoming as acquainted with it as he had the first, letting his teeth and tongue explore and then his lips were back on her neck.
“Az,” she breathed.
“Hmm?” His mouth never left her breast.
“I want you inside of me.”
The words rushed out of her mouth, hardly a whisper, but Azriel caught each and every word with perfect clarity. He leaned back and caught her eye, and he knew by the look in hers that she meant it.
Slowly and gently, Azriel held her tight and rolled her over, laying her back against the blankets. Hovering over her, he kissed her softly on the lips before trailing down her body. His lips found her neck, her shoulder, between her breasts and down her abdomen before he looped his fingers into her shorts and pulled them down to reveal a lace thong in a color very similar to what her swimsuit had been.
He pressed a kiss over top of her sex, through the lace and he swore he heard her release a shuddering breath. He relished in the sound, in the sight and smell and feel of her. His senses were overrun with her, everything around him screaming Elain, Elain, Elain. All he lacked was the taste of her, though her kiss was still fresh on his lips. He wanted to linger, to truly taste her, but she’d been very clear with what she wanted. He’d take his time between her legs, the next time he had the opportunity.
So he slowly dragged that scrape of lace down, Elain lifting her hips to help him. And then she was bare before him.
Azriel sat up on his knees, taking her in. There was a blush on her cheeks and he couldn’t tell if it was her nerves that caused it or what they’d been doing, but he brushed his thumb along her lips. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
That blush deepened and she pressed a kiss to his thumb before she reached out and tugged him towards her by his sweatpants. “How are you supposed to fuck me with those on?”
The noise that came out of Azriel was primal as Elain’s fingers gripped the waistband of his sweatpants and tugged them down. She sucked in her bottom lip as his cock sprang free, beautifully hard and ready for her.
Slowly, she brushed her thumb over the head and stroked him once before she laid back and spread her legs for him.
For a moment, it all became real. Azriel felt like he was living in a dream and maybe he was; but, if he was, he didn’t ever want to wake up. He ran a finger between her folds before sweeping his hands up her thighs, positioned himself just right, and slowly slid his cock inside of her.
Elain gasped as her fingers dug into his skin, her body tensing before starting to adjust to his size, his length.
Her eyes had fluttered shut as he slid all the way home, in to the hilt.
“You feel…” Azriel couldn’t find the words. Amazing didn’t seem to cover it. Earth-shattering was a little closer to what he was looking for, as was mind-blowing, but he dropped his forehead to hers and breathed, “so fucking good.”
She only nodded in agreement, pulling his lips to hers and kissing him with a need that told him she’d been waiting for this as long as he’d been.
He pulled out and pushed his hips back into hers a long, slow thrust. He let her feel every inch of him, and with every roll of his hips, he moved faster, harder, deeper, until the headboard was thudding against the wall. Azriel had a hard time caring, didn’t really give a shit as he looked down at Elain, watched as his cock slammed in and out of her. She was whimpering, his name tumbling from her lips in hushed whispers.
Her head fell back against the pillows as she moaned and her hand went right between her legs, expertly finding that tight bundle of nerves.
“Are you close?” He asked, dragging his teeth along the exposed column of her throat.
“Yes.” Her voice was high, breathy, something straight out of one of Azriel’s most private, personal dreams.
He leaned down, his lips inches from her rosy nipple, ready to help guide her over the edge with his teeth, but she threaded her fingers into his damp hair and pulled his face up to hers.
“I want,” she panted, hand tightening in his hair, “to come with you.”
The words nearly destroyed him. Azriel nodded, lips finding hers and set a brutal pace, not caring about the banging of the headboard on the wall or the fact that the movie quit playing at some point. He was too focused on how amazing Elain felt, how beautiful she looked, how sliding his cock inside of her had felt like home. He felt it build, felt her winding up tighter and tighter and then Elain cried out, his name a prayer and a curse all in one. As soon as she shattered around him, nails dragging down his back, he’d cum right alongside her, burying his face in her neck and groaning her name.
He had never felt anything like it, had never felt anything even close to how he felt as he fell over the edge, holding her in his arms. He rode out his orgasm as she rode out hers, and when he couldn’t move anymore, he fell into her. His face was still buried in her neck, he was still whispering sweet nothings into the silence.
Once Elain’s knees stopped shaking around his hips, her hands found his back. Those gentle, delicate fingertips of hers swept across his skin until his breathing evened out. When he finally found the courage to look up at her, the look in her eyes made his knees weak. He brushed back her hair that had fallen into her face and pressed his lips softly to hers.
“That was…” he began, quietly, shaking his head. “Elain, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”
“Years?” she suggested, and when he grinned she laughed. “Yeah, me too.”
“Was it…”
“Better than I ever expected,” she confessed, taking a deep breath. With his face in her hands, his forehead fell against hers. “What do you want to bet that everyone in this damned house just heard everything we just did?”
Azriel laughed quietly before kissing her, sweetly. “I don’t give a damn if they heard or not. Let them hear.”
Elain’s laughter echoed through the cabin as Azriel rolled them over, only to perfectly pleasure her once more.