I lie on the bed, panting, my body trembling with fear and shame. My wings are folded around me as if they could protect me from what’s about to come. Azrael stares down at me. He stands at the foot of the bed, immense, powerful, his sculpted silhouette framed by the red glow of the flames. His black hair falls around his face, framing those red eyes that burn like embers. His bare chest is covered in black tattoos that seem to glow faintly with each powerful beat of his heart. His black pants hang low on his narrow hips, revealing the perfect line of his lower abdomen and the base of his cock, hard and straining against the fabric, thick, wide, burning.

My stomach twists. My heart beats so fast it aches in my chest. My thighs clench together involuntarily, trying to protect myself, but I already know it’s useless. He’s too strong. Too powerful. And I am… so weak.

He moves forward slowly, each step making the bed tremble. He climbs onto the mattress, his knees sinking into the black silk on either side of my thighs. I don’t dare look at him. I stare at the ceiling, throat tight, silent tears rolling down my temples.

His hands rest on my thighs, parting them with terrifying gentleness. I choke back a sob. My cock, despite my terror, hardens slightly under the heat of his palms. He sees it. Of course he sees it. A deep growl of desire rumbles in his chest.

“Look at me, Caël.”

I turn my head slowly. His gaze burns me. He leans over me, his black hair brushing against my bare chest. His hand slides down my stomach, then wraps firmly around my hard cock. A muffled cry escapes me, my back arching violently under his burning touch.

“See…,” he murmurs, his deep voice vibrating against my skin, “your body is already begging for me… even if your mouth keeps saying no.”

His hand begins to stroke me slowly, his powerful fingers wrapped around my slender, pale cock. I moan, tears of shame blurring my vision. Every movement sends burning jolts through my belly, driving me insane. He leans down and captures one of my nipples between his lips. His hot tongue laps at it slowly before biting down gently. I scream, my voice breaking, my cock throbbing violently in his grip.

He lifts his head, his burning gaze locked on mine. His other hand slides between my ass cheeks, caressing the tender skin before pressing a finger against my entrance. I tense up completely, a scream escaping me.

“No… no please…”

He smiles slowly, a dangerous, possessive smile. His finger presses harder, slipping inside me slowly. The burn is intense, my body stiffens, sobs shaking my frail frame. But he doesn’t stop. He pushes his finger in deep before moving it slowly, preparing me, torturing me, taming me.

“Breathe, my angel…” His voice is deep, soft, almost tender. “Feel it… Surrender…”

I shake my head, my wings beating weakly against the bed. But my body betrays me. My cock is harder than ever, droplets of pleasure already forming at the tip. He growls in satisfaction and adds a second finger. The pain makes me scream, but he continues, caressing me inside, finding that spot that makes me see stars. My hips move involuntarily, seeking more of that sensation. A high, trembling, broken cry escapes me.

“Yes… that’s it… surrender to me…”

He withdraws his fingers. I pant, my body shaking with spasms. I watch him sit up, grabbing a small vial of black oil from the bedside table. He pours some into his palm and coats his thick cock with the dark, gleaming liquid. My stomach clenches violently. Panic rises in me. He’s too big… too wide… he’ll tear me apart.

He leans down, his powerful chest pressing against mine. His hand grips my neck, forcing my eyes to meet his.

“Breathe, my angel. I want all of you. And I want you… now.”

He places the tip of his cock against my entrance. I hold my breath. Then he pushes in slowly. Very slowly. The burn is excruciating, I scream, my nails digging into his steel-hard arms. He growls against my cheek, his fangs brushing my skin.

“That’s it… let me in… let me take you… let me own you…”

Centimeter by centimeter, he fills me. My vision blurs with tears. My whole body trembles, caught between pain and a deep sense of fullness that nearly makes me pass out. When he’s fully inside me, he stops. His forehead rests against mine, his hot breath mingling with mine.

“You’re perfect… so perfect… so… tight…”

He begins to move slowly. Very slowly. His thrusts are deep, burning, his hands pinning me firmly to the mattress. My legs wrap around his hips without my control. My cock, trapped between our bellies, pulses with each movement. Uncontrollable moans escape my throat.

“Do you feel me, Caël…? Do you feel how completely you’re mine…?”

I nod weakly, unable to speak. The pain mixes with pleasure until it becomes an uncontrollable fire consuming me entirely. My wings spread out beneath me, shivering, trembling. I moan his name again and again, each syllable broken by pleasure.

He speeds up slightly, his thrusts becoming stronger, deeper. I scream, my fingers clawing at his powerful shoulders, my nails leaving red marks on his bronzed skin. My belly tightens, my cock hardens even more, and I feel the heat rising, rising, until it overwhelms me completely.

“Azrael… Azrael I… I…”

He growls and kisses me brutally, his tongue invading my mouth. And I cum. I cum so hard my vision goes white, my wings stretch out beneath me, my whole body arching against him. A broken scream echoes through the room, my seed spilling between our bellies.

He follows seconds later. His cock throbs violently inside me, filling me with his burning heat. He growls my name, a guttural, animalistic, possessive growl. Then he collapses onto me, his heavy weight pinning me to the bed, his breath ragged against my neck.

I feel his lips press against my temple, a burning, almost tender kiss. His deep voice murmurs in my ear, rough and low:

“You’re mine… forever… my angel.”

And as silent tears slide down my cheeks, I realize… that despite everything… despite the pain, the shame, and the fear… my heart burns for him with a fire even Heaven could never ignite.