VALORIA WILDEROSE
"For a second, I almost forgot how much of a jerk you are."
I move too fast—almost slipping before I regain my balance. I step out of the pond, squeezing my dress dry and then my hair.
"That’s on you, you know, forgetting that I’m the worst person alive." He continues relentlessly with that smile that does nothing to help.
Suddenly I can’t help but rember small, unimportant details—like how he lingered a bit before taking his hands off her, and how Willow is exactly his type.
Half the won he’s married looked just like her, and I’m spiraling into crazy thoughts that shouldn’t matter.
"She’s basically begging for it, you know. Turns out soone in your family can actually do the work required to turn on. And here I thought you were just a family of prudes. Oh wait—was that just you?" He doubles down, enjoying every second he’s under my skin.
I seethe, fuming even more. I take a step closer than we already are, showing I’m not the least bit intimidated.
"Fuck you," I curse under my breath. Each word drips with the resentnt and hate I have for everything he is.
"Exactly what I’ve been waiting for you to do. Only, you can’t go past kissing to save your life. The only thing you can fuck up is every chance you have at winning ."
I’m vibrating—searing with heat, with anger, with rage—on the verge of exploding, erupting like a volcano, and our faces are barely inches apart.
Breath against breath.
"What is it?" he asks when I don’t say anything else, watching eagerly.
"Y–You’re an infuriating piece of shit," I gasp for air.
His gaze suddenly drops below my eyes.
"And what are you going to do about that?"
What am I going to do?
I’ll ss with him the only way I know how.
I’m compelled by sothing dangerous, burning inside of , and I lean forward to bridge the already narrow gap between our mouths—kissing Azrael fiercely.
It starts out rough and clumsy, sucking on his lips. He grants imdiate access to his mouth, and emboldened, I catch his tongue with my teeth—a gentle, claiming bite.
I taste the faint, cool mint of his breath and sothing darker, sothing purely him.
I feel him stiffen, a sharp inhale catching in his chest as he tries to hold back but fails miserably.
A low, guttural sound rumbles from his throat, a vibration I feel deep in my own core. Then his hands are on my waist, lifting up and against his body as if I weigh nothing.
I’m pressed right on top of the hard, thick ridge straining against his pants, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively, my back eting the cool, rough stone of the wall behind us.
My hands fly from his shoulders into his hair, fisting in the dark strands, tilting his head because I need more—I don’t know what, but more.
I pour every bit of my frustration, my anger, and this terrifying, thrilling thing I can’t na into it. My tongue tangles with his ssily, and each groan I pull from him feels like a small victory.
One of my hands slides down from his hair, over the muscle of his neck, down the front of his shirt—mimicking what I’ve seen, what I think might drive him as crazy as he drives .
I feel the frantic, hamring beat of his heart beneath my palm. It’s wild, matching my own.
My hand slips lower between our bodies, trembling slightly as my fingers skim over the hard, toned plane of his torso.
When my palm presses against the overwhelming hardness in his trousers, he jerks against , his hips giving an involuntary thrust.
"Fuck, Valoria," he breathes against my mouth, his voice ragged, stripped of all its usual control.
The sound of my na like that—broken, desperate—sends a thrill through that’s half terror, half power.
"This is what you do to ," I whisper against his jaw, the words tumbling out before I can stop them. My voice shakes. "You make —I can’t think when you—"
I can’t finish. I don’t have the words for what he does to , how he makes feel reckless and brave and terrified all at once. So instead I kiss him again, harder, letting my body say what my mouth can’t.
His head falls back against the wall with a soft thud, his eyes squeezed shut, his face twisted in sothing that looks almost like pain. I’ve never seen him like this—the ever-composed king completely undone.
Because of .
I continue my assault, kissing a hot, wet path down his throat, licking the salt from his skin.
I suck a dark mark just above his collarbone. My hand moves from pressing to stroking him through the fabric, tracing his length, feeling him twitch and pulse under my touch.
He’s huge, and the power I feel in reducing this formidable man to a trembling, desperate ss is more intoxicating than any wine.
"Y-You feel that?" I murmur into his ear, my breath hot. My hand presses more firmly against the hardness straining his trousers. "That’s what I do to you."
His hands, which have been gripping my thighs like a lifeline, slide up to my hips, his thumbs digging into the sensitive flesh.
He’s trying to guide my movents, to take back control, but I don’t let him. I roll my hips in a slow, deliberate rhythm, uncertain but determined, a challenge I’m not even sure I understand.
I can feel the tension coiling in him, the precipice he’s balancing on. His breathing is a ragged ss, his whole body trembling with the effort of holding back.
And that’s when I stop.
I go completely still, my hand resting lightly on him, my lips an inch from his.
His eyes fly open, dazed and desperate with need.
"Valoria..."
A slow, satisfied smile curves my lips. I lean in, brushing my mouth against his once more in a ghost of a kiss.
"I think you’ve been warned enough." I pull away, gasping for air myself, flicking my hair out of my face as I watch disappointnt and devastation settle over his features.
"W–Wait... what?"
I even have him stuttering.
I unwrap my legs from his waist, and he has no choice but to let slide down his body, every inch a fresh tornt for him.
My feet touch the damp grass, and I take a step back, putting a crucial few inches of cool morning air between our burning bodies.
I hold back my chuckle—barely—adjusting my dress while he watches, stupefied and dumbfounded.
"Valoria, wait... you can’t just leave —"
"Taataa." I wave, turning to leave before he can stop .
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