I watch him, sitting on the bed, curled in on himself. His white wings are folded around his naked body, like a fragile shield against me. His silvery hair falls in damp strands around his bowed face. His hands tremble weakly on his pale thighs. His back shivers with faint spasms. I can feel his heart beating, frantic, aching, lost.

I move forward, barefoot on the burning stone. Each step echoes through the silent room. He flinches at the sound but does not lift his head. My heart clenches violently in my chest.
He is so beautiful. So pure. So broken. And I love him.
God, I love him more than I have ever loved anything in my damned, demonic life.

I kneel before him. My burning hand rests on his cold cheek. He jolts violently at my touch but does not push me away. Slowly, I slide my fingers under his chin and force him to look up. His blue eyes pierce into mine, wet, reddened from crying. His gaze is full of fear… but also something else. Something he refuses to admit. Something I want to see grow until it is the only thing left between us.

I lean in and place a slow, burning kiss on his trembling lips. He whimpers softly, his eyelids fluttering under the tenderness. I press my forehead to his, my deep voice broken with love:

“Tell me you feel nothing… look me in the eyes and tell me you feel nothing…”

He closes his eyes, two tears rolling down his pale cheeks. I growl, a guttural, desperate sound, before pulling him into my arms and lifting him like a doll. I lay him down in the center of the immense bed, his wings spreading out around him on the black silk, their dazzling whiteness marred by growing black stains. My heart twists with pain and desire intertwined.

I position myself above him, my knees on either side of his hips. My hands slide over his cheeks, his throat, his trembling pale chest. I feel his skin shiver under my touch. His nipples harden, his breathing quickens, his belly rises in trembling waves. His cock slowly hardens, shamefully, against his flat stomach.

I lean down, pressing my lips to his ear.

“I’m going to make love to you… like no one has ever touched you. I’m going to make love to you… because I love you. Do you hear me, Caël…? I love you. I love you so much it burns me from the inside…”

He shakes his head, broken tears sliding down his temples.

“No… no… I… I can’t…”

I growl softly, a tender, possessive sound, before capturing his lips in a long, deep, burning kiss. My tongue slides slowly against his, tasting his tears mixed with his pure breath. I whisper between kisses:

“Yes… you can… you must… because I love you. I love you, my angel… I love you so much…”

I trail kisses down his neck, over his collarbone, to his slender chest. My tongue plays with his hardened nipples, licking them, nibbling gently before sucking them between my lips. His moans grow higher, more desperate. His fingers clutch at my black hair, trembling.

I slide lower, kissing every inch of his flat stomach, tasting his salty, sweet skin. I wrap my burning fingers around his hard cock and stroke it slowly. He moans loudly, his back arching, his wings opening weakly on the bed, trembling.

I lift my head, looking straight into his eyes, my deep voice vibrating with raw love:

“Look at me, Caël… look at me and listen… I love you. Do you hear me…? I love you… I love you… I love you…”

His tears flow harder.

“Azrael… please… I… I can’t… I…”

I smile softly, a tender, broken smile, before sitting up. I position myself between his pale thighs, spreading them slowly. I see his body tremble with fear and shame, but also with burning desire. My cock is hard, burning, pulsing with fever and need. I take it in hand and guide it to his tight entrance, already slick with his arousal and tears.

I lean over him, pressing my lips to his in a soft, slow kiss, before whispering against his mouth:

“I’m going to enter you… slowly… gently… I’m going to make love to you like never before. Because I love you, Caël… I love you…”

And I push in.

Slowly. So slowly. His cold heat envelopes me, burns me. He cries out softly, his head falling back, his nails digging into my shoulders. I growl against his skin, burning tears pricking my eyes.

“I love you… I love you… you’re mine… my angel… my love… my soul…”

I push in completely until our bodies are pressed together, fused, burning with mixed pleasure and pain. I remain still, panting, my forehead pressed to his, our tears mingling on our cheeks.

Then I move.

Slowly. Deeply. Each thrust is an act of love. My hands caress his face, his wings, his stomach, his chest. My mouth captures his lips again and again. I whisper between each moan, each ragged breath:

“I love you… I love you… I love you…”

His moans become burning sobs. His legs wrap around my hips, his wings beat weakly beneath him. His hands grip my strong arms as if his life depends on it. His eyes look up at me, drowned in tears, but for the first time… I see it.
I see that spark.
That spark I’ve been waiting for all along.

I move faster, his cries grow higher, more broken, more beautiful. His cock pulses between our bellies, hard, burning, ready to release. I lower my head, pressing my lips to his ear, my deep voice trembling with love:

“Come for me, my angel… come in the arms of the one who loves you more than anything… come for me…”

And he screams. A pure, shattering, burning scream. His body arches violently, his seed spills between us, his wings spread wide beneath him, and I feel… I feel his light flood through me. And I cum inside him, deep, powerful, my heat filling him completely. I growl his name against his skin, panting, trembling all over.

I remain inside him, holding him tight, my mouth pressed to his temple. I close my eyes, tears slipping down my cheeks.

“I love you… I love you so much… so much…”

And I know, hearing him moan my name in that broken, trembling voice… that he is beginning to fall.
To fall for me.
And I will do everything… everything… to make sure he never rises again.