Chapter 99: All Is Fair In Love And War [R18]
"All’s fair in love and war, Rose," Azriel whispered huskily against her ear.
"Oh, really?" Rosalind purred, a sly, dangerous smile breaking across her flushed face.
"Yes, really."
Without missing a beat, Rosalind reached up and gave his hardened, sensitive nipple a sudden, sharp flick.
"Argh—!" Azriel grunted, his relentless rhythm faltering for a fraction of a second as an unexpected jolt ran up his chest.
"What are you doing, Rose?"
Rosalind’s smile widened into a triumphant, cat-like grin.
Leaning up, she dragged the hot, wet tip of her tongue across his left nipple, circling it before nipping it lightly with her teeth.
"All’s fair in love and war, baby," she whispered back against his skin, throwing his own words right in his face.
She immediately went to work on his upper body, lazily licking and swirling her tongue over one peak while her delicate fingers pinched and rolled the other.
The double assault sent a fresh wave of electricity straight to Azriel’s core.
His shaft swelled even further within her tight, drenched walls, throbbing violently.
Grit grinding against teeth, his restraint snapped, and he drove his hips forward with blinding, ferocious speed.
"Fuck, Rose... I’m coming!"
Hearing his breathless confession, Rosalind released his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down into a deep, desperate kiss as her long legs locked tightly around his waist, anchoring him flush against her pussy.
Azriel drove himself deep one last time, burying his length to the hilt and holding it there.
He flooded her core, unloading his entire essence deep within her womb.
Rosalind arched into him with a soft, muffled gasp directly into his mouth, completely melting beneath the intoxicating wave of heat coating her insides as they rode out the intense, lingering tremors together.
After a few long seconds, the hot pulse subsided.
Azriel pushed himself up slightly, looking down to see her wearing a smug, victorious smirk.
He couldn’t help but smile helplessly at her triumphant expression.
Slowly, he drew his length out of her wet pussy.
A thick, pearly stream of his essence spilled past her slick folds, making her let out a breathless, shuddering gasp
But as the cool air hit his shaft, his upgraded bloodline surged once more, and his shaft hardened back to a rigid, imposing peak right before her eyes.
Azriel’s voice dropped into a dark, gravelly murmur.
"Get on all fours, Rose."
Looking at his heavy, veiny shaft rising back to life so effortlessly, Rosalind’s golden eyes sparkled with sheer delight.
She flipped over onto the velvet mattress without a single complaint, pushing herself up onto her hands and knees.
True to her Bastati bloodline, she didn’t just present herself, she perfected the posture.
She arched her back deeply, tilting her hips upward to create a flawless, intoxicating crescent curve that showcased her lush, magnificent curves in all their glory.
Azriel’s violet eyes darkened at the breathtaking sight, his shaft throbbing with renewed intensity.
Reaching down, he buried his fingers into the soft, trembling flesh of her ass, giving both cheeks a firm, possessive squeeze.
Aligning his thick head against her drenched entrance, he drove himself back inside her in one deep, brutal thrust.
"Ahhn—!" Rosalind let out a loud, breathless moan as her back arched even further.
Locking his hands onto her soft hips, Azriel established a fierce, unyielding rhythm, pounding into her from behind until the study echoed with the rhythmic clash of their passion.
SLAP SLAP SLAP
The sharp, wet impact of skin meeting skin echoed off the mahogany bookshelves, blending with Rosalind’s breathless, melodic cries.
Azriel’s fingers dug into her soft hips, leaving faint red marks as he set a punishing, frantic pace, driving deep into her drenched heat over and over again.
With her back deeply arched in that breathtaking, perfect curve, every single thrust hit the absolute depths of her core.
The sheer force sent subtle ripples across her lush thighs and ass cheeks, the relentless rhythm threatening to push her forward against the plush velvet sheets.
"Ahhn... Azriel... ah! Ah!" Rosalind moaned, her golden eyes hazy as she gripped the silk pillows beneath her.
"Yes... right there... don’t stop!"
Azriel leaned over her arching back, his chest pressing flush against her spine as his violet eyes glowed with dark, possessive satisfaction.
He reached one hand around her waist, catching her lush breast in his palm and squeezing it firmly while his other hand kept her hips pinned in place.
"You like this posture, Rose?" Azriel rasped huskily against her ear, his breath hot against her skin as his hips never lost a fraction of speed.
"Look how perfectly you’re taking every inch."
Rosalind whimpered, her head tossing back until her soft silver hair brushed his shoulder.
"I... I love it... fuck, Azriel... you’re driving me insane..."
The heightened stamina from his bloodline upgradation transformed his body into an unyielding engine.
There was no fatigue, no waning momentum, only a continuous, dominant surge of power.
He increased his speed, the fierce, rhythmic clashing resounding through the study until Rosalind’s inner walls began to shudder uncontrollably once again.
"Azriel... wait... I’m—I’m coming again!" she gasped, her voice breaking into a needy, breathless squeak.
"Come for me, Rose," Azriel growled, driving deep to the hilt and holding her tightly against his groin.
Rosalind let out a long, shuddering cry as her second orgasm ripped through her frame.
Her internal muscles clamped down on his pulsing length in a desperate, velvet vice, milking him with intense, electric contractions.
The sheer tightness pressed against his hyper-sensitive shaft, snapping his remaining thread of control.
With a low, feral growl, Azriel drove into her one final, devastating time and unloaded his second heavy volley deep inside her womb.
"Ahhhhh—!" Rosalind arched violently, completely overwhelmed as the hot, thick wave flooded her core once more.
Azriel collapsed over her back, pulling her flush against his chest as they panted in unison, riding out the trailing, blissful aftershocks together.
Lying across her spine, he dragged his lips along the soft curve of her neck before nipping her skin with a sharp, possessive bite.
Rosalind winced slightly, a shiver running down her thighs.
Violet eyes burning with dark, unsated lust, Azriel leaned down and whispered against her ear, "Round three?"
Rosalind let out a breathless, husky chuckle, turning her head to meet his gaze.
"Sure... but this time, I’m taking the lead."
Azriel smirked.
Giving her wet heat one last, gentle thrust, he slowly drew himself out.
A thick, pearly stream of his essence spilled past her folds, tracing down her inner thigh.
Flipping over onto his back, Azriel rested his head against the silk pillows, gesturing toward himself with a smile.
"As you wish, My Lady."