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Elain sat at her vanity after a long day, struggling with the pins in her hair, her fingers stiff as they worked through the tangled strands. As she pulled at them, she heard the soft sound of footsteps behind her.

Azriel knelt down behind her, his wings stretching wide. "Let me do it for you," he said.

She locked her gaze with his in the mirror, her hand falling to her lap. He smiled at her through the reflection, his fingers brushing lightly over the back of her neck, making her shiver involuntarily. His lips pressed a soft kiss beneath her ear. "Relax," he murmured.

His fingers moved up delicately, pulling the first pin from her hair. "Don’t rush," she said. Azriel slowed his movements, his hands grazing her scalp as he worked the second pin free. The strands of hair slipped free, cascading down her back. Then she felt his fingers thread through her thick locks, tugging her back toward him. Elain gasped as her back pressed against his chest, his body warm and solid against hers. He leaned in, trailing soft kisses down her throat, so she tilted her head back, granting him more access. His teeth grazed her skin. "You know what I want to do with this hair, Elain?" he said, his breath hot against her ear.

Her eyes fluttered closed, the blush creeping up her neck and cheeks. "What?" she breathed, her voice barely audible.

"I want to feel it in my hands like this all night," he murmured, his hand fisting it tightly. Elain opened her eyes and turned her head slightly to lock gazes with him, letting him know how needy she was.

"I’ll grab it, fist it tight in my hand, and pull you closer. Make you feel every inch of me as I sink deep into you," he continued, his voice low, almost a growl. "As I look into your beautiful eyes." His thumb brushed over her scalp, sending another shudder through her.

Her heart raced because she could already picture the way he would hold her head in his hand, the way he would claim her, the way his fingers would graze her scalp while she lay beneath him, while he thrust into her again and again, until the slightest tug on her hair would make her clench around him, cumming so hard. She bit her lip to keep the moan threatening to escape her throat.

Azriel’s gaze never left her face, watching the way she responded. His free hand moved, stroking the side of her breast before he said, "You know what you’d look like when you come, Elain?"

"Your eyes would go half-lidded," he continued, his voice soft as night, "all heavy and glazed, like you can't focus on anything but the way I feel inside you. Your perfect mouth would fall open..." His thumb moved to trace her lower lip, " and you'll let a sweet breathy sound."

She whimpered, he smiled darkly. She could scent how aroused he was, how desperate he felt...just as much as she did.

"Your cheeks would flush so prettily," he went on, "and your whole body would tighten around me." He leaned closer, his forehead brushing hers. "Clenching, trembling, holding me so deep inside you that it would tear a growl from my throat."

She glanced at his lips, so close to hers. She wanted to kiss him, to kiss him deeply, but the way he held her still by her hair made it impossible.

"You'd come just from my mouth on your throat," his hand moved to her throat, "just from the way I'd worship you here, the way I'd tell you you're mine."

Her hand clutched the fabric of her nightgown as she pressed her thighs together.

"You'd come so hard on me sweet girl," he murmured, "that the only thing you'd know is my name and my hands in your hair, holding you still, keeping you safe while pleasuring you."

Heat rolled through her. She tried to speak, but the only thing that came out was, "Please."

He shifted his hand slipping into the fall of her hair, curling it around his fingers. "Then I'd play with these curls," he said, "twisting them around my hand, feeling them slide through my fingers, until you fall asleep against me, hair scattered across my chest, your body naked, warm, soft, and perfect." He kissed the corner of her mouth. "And when the sun rises," he finished "I’d wake up to you, still naked in our sheets, glowing just for me."

"Just for you," she breathed, repeating it as she looked at him, gazing at the wicked promise in the beautiful line of his face, at the way he watched her, waited for her.

Her fingers still fisted around the fabric of her nightgown relaxed, and then her hand rose, trembling slightly. Instead of touching him as he might have expected, she reached up to her own hair, where his hand was still tangled. With a soft smile she pulled it free ,then guided it right back, making his fingers fist her hair tighter.

"Like this?" she said, pressing further into his back.

"Just like that," he rasped his fingers curling at the base of her scalp, holding her so tenderly it was nearly savage.

Elain’s breath hitched, but she didn’t back down. "Then what are you waiting for?" she demanded, her fingers curling tighter around his hand.

"Worship me."

Azriel’s gaze darkened. Without a word he stood, effortlessly guiding her to her feet, his hand never leaving her hair. She slowly turned to face him, and in the hunger of his eyes, she saw it...the promise of everything he'd whispered and more. He was going to claim her in every way possible. And Elain was ready for it. Ready for him...

The best part is that Azriel already grabbed Elain’s neck and fisted her hair, and she was so aroused by it. We Elriels are so blessed 🥰

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Went to the park for a walk. It’s under construction, which I didn’t know, so the whole thing is ugly and full of construction machines.

I got a couple pictures, though.

Spring is coming! I’m not super optimistic that it’s “here” in Colorado, it’s probably fake spring and we’ll get another few snows, but I don’t care right now.

I walked a mile of hills. It felt good.

Now I’m home, trying to figure out how to fill the rest of the day until 18:30 when I go to bed for my 03:30 wake-up tomorrow.

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