[BL] I Didn't Sign Up For This Chapter 130: In Which We Don’t Make It To The Room

I was going to tear these robes off Azryth.

Right here, in front of Cell Leader Park and his entire coalition personnel, I was going to rip the silk apart and climb him like a tree because my body was screaming for it, burning from the inside out with need so intense it hurt.

Azryth’s hand tightened on my waist, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, and I felt through the binding that he was barely holding back from doing the sa thing, from taking right here on Seoul pavent.

"Let’s get them to the car," Mara’s voice cut through the haze. "Now."

She was already moving, grabbing coats from startled coalition mbers, draping one over my shoulders and shoving another at Azryth.

"Keys," Henrik said to Cell Leader Park, voice tight. "We need a vehicle, imdiately."

Park fumbled with keys, handed them over, and Henrik was already moving toward a coalition car parked nearby.

"Is there a hotel nearby?" Mara asked cell leader Park while guiding us toward the vehicle.

"There’s one two blocks from here." Cell Leader Park replied pointing in one direction.

I stumbled, legs barely working, and Azryth caught , his arm around my waist, body radiating heat that made everything worse.

We made it to the car sohow, Henrik already in the driver’s seat, engine running.

"We’ll catch up," Ryota said, still holding Void carefully. "Just go."

The door barely closed before I was climbing onto Azryth’s lap.

I couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop it, the need was overwhelming and he was right there and I needed contact, needed friction, needed him.

His hands found my hips imdiately, gripping hard, and I ground down against him through the silk robes, feeling him hard beneath , both of us panting.

"Riven," he said, voice strained, trying to hold still.

But I didn’t want still.

I wanted movent, wanted more, wanted everything.

I pulled at his robes, trying to find skin, and his control slipped further, hips jerking up against .

Henrik was driving, eyes very determinedly on the road, knuckles white on the steering wheel.

"Almost there," he muttered. "Just, stay clothed for two more minutes."

I didn’t think I could manage two more minutes.

Azryth’s grip on my hips was bruising now, holding down hard against him, and I could feel him throbbing through the fabric, could feel my own slick soaking through the silk.

"Please," I heard myself say, voice wrecked. "Azryth, please..."

"I know," Azryth growled, and I felt his control fracturing through the binding. "Almost there."

The car stopped.

Henrik practically threw himself out of the driver’s seat. "Stay here, I’ll get a room quickly, just stay a few more minutes. You can do it."

We cannot do it.

The mont the door slamd shut, Azryth’s control shattered completely.

His hands were on , pulling at robes, lifting my hips, and I heard him pulling at fabric as he freed himself, his cock hard and leaking against my thigh.

"Yes," I gasped, trying to position myself. "Yes, please..."

He lifted higher, positioned over him, and then dropped down.

I scread.

No prep, no warning, just him filling in one brutal thrust that should’ve hurt but the aphrodisiac made everything pleasure, made the stretch and burn feel perfect instead of painful.

"Urgh..," Azryth groaned, hands gripping my waist hard enough to leave marks. "Fuck, Riven..."

He didn’t wait, didn’t give ti to adjust, ’I didn’t need ti to adjust.’ he started moving, lifting up and slamming back down on his cock with strength that would’ve broken if I wasn’t burning for it.

I braced my hands on his shoulders, trying to et his thrusts, but he was controlling the pace, using , fucking up into with desperate intensity.

"More," I gasped. "Deeper, I need..."

I needed him in my throat, needed to feel him everywhere, needed his teeth on my skin, needed him to take apart completely.

Azryth read it through the binding, understood every desperate want, and delivered.

His mouth found my neck, teeth scraping, then biting down hard enough to make cry out, and he thrust deeper, changing the angle until he was hitting sothing inside that made stars explode behind my eyes.

"Yes!" I barely recognized my own voice. "Like that, don’t stop—"

He didn’t stop.

His teeth found my collarbone, biting hard, marking , while his cock drove into relentlessly, each thrust punching the air from my lungs.

I could feel my orgasm building, pressure coiling tight in my gut, and I was going to co, going to co just from this, just from him fucking and biting and using .

His hand moved to my chest, pulling the robe aside, and his mouth found my nipple, teeth closing around it and biting.

I ca.

Hard, untouched, my cock trapped between us as I clenched around him and scread, pleasure ripping through so intense everything went white.

Azryth groaned, hips stuttering, and I felt him pulse inside , filling with heat as he ca too, teeth still locked on my chest.

For a mont, there was nothing but harsh breathing and trembling muscles.

But the need wasn’t gone.

If anything, it was worse, sharper, demanding more.

"More," I gasped. "More..."

"I know," Azryth said roughly, already hardening inside .

The car door opened.

"Room’s ready, let’s—HOLY SHIT!"

Henrik slamd the door imdiately.

There was silence for a second.

Then a knock.

"Okay," Henrik’s voice ca through the door, strained. "The room is ready. Let’s get you inside where you’ll be more comfortable. Please."

I looked at Azryth, saw my own desperation reflected in his eyes, felt through the binding that we both needed more, needed privacy, needed a bed.

"Let’s go," I managed.

"Yes."

I don’t rember how we got there.

I rember Henrik’s face, very carefully looking anywhere but at us as we stumbled from the car.

I rember a hallway, the feeling of Azryth’s arms around as he carried all the way.

I rember a door closing.

And then I was against the wall, Azryth’s mouth on mine, his hands tearing away what remained of the robes, and his cock was inside again before I could breathe.

"Yes," I gasped against his mouth. "More, harder—"

He fucked against the wall, relentless, one hand braced beside my head and the other gripping my thigh, holding my leg up as he drove into with brutal intensity.

I ca again, just from the feeling of him inside , the stretch and burn and overwhelming fullness.

He didn’t stop.

Carried to the bed, bent over it, and took from behind, his hands on my hips pulling back onto his cock with each thrust.

I buried my face in the mattress and scread, pleasure and need and desperation all mixing together until I couldn’t tell where one ended and another began.

His teeth found my shoulder, biting hard, and I felt him co inside again, but he was still hard, still moving, the aphrodisiac keeping us both trapped in this cycle of need.

Hours blurred together.

On the bed, against the wall, bent over furniture, on my back with my legs over his shoulders, on my hands and knees while he fucked so hard the headboard slamd against the wall.

I ca over and over, from him inside , from his teeth on my skin, from his hands bruising my hips.

He bit everywhere, marked , claid , and I begged for more every ti.

"Arghh...," I heard myself sobbing at so point. "Yeah... Azryth"

"Hmm... I’m here," he growled, flipping onto my back and driving into again. "It’s okay, I’ve got you."

And he did.

He gave everything I needed, everything I begged for, until my voice was hoarse and my body was trembling and everything started to blur at the edges.

I ca one more ti, vision going white, and felt Azryth follow, his groan vibrating through my chest as he collapsed on top of .

The need was finally fading, exhaustion taking its place, dragging down into darkness.

I felt Azryth’s weight on , his breath against my neck, his heartbeat slowing against mine.

And then everything went hazy, soft, consciousness slipping away like water through my fingers.

The last thing I felt was Azryth’s hand in my hair, gentle despite everything, and warmth through the binding that felt like safety.

Then nothing.

Just blessed, empty darkness.