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[elrieldreamer]

Wings Play ཐི❤︎ཋྀ

As Elain grows more comfortable with her powers, she discovers a gentle, warm light that glows from her fingertips ,golden like dawn, often appearing when she's feeling peaceful.

But with Azriel, it does something else entirely.

It flares when she touches him. When her hands brush over his wings, the light pulses like it's alive, like it wants him. And his body reacts like it's been waiting for this.

His wings ,those beautiful, powerful things ,give him away first. They twitch, shift, then slowly flare open behind him. One tip lifts like he's trying to stay still, the other trembling as she drags her fingers lower.

Elain knows how sensitive wings are. How Azriel guards them, how no one would ever dare touch them without permission. But she has it. He gave it to her long ago. And now, she uses it with a purpose.

Azriel goes still, breath hitching, jaw clenched. He's always so careful with her. But when she trails one glowing finger down that sensitive arch, he grips her waist hard, seconds away from snapping.

He watches her closely ,his eyes on her mouth, her hands, her eyes like he's already picturing what she'll do next.

And she knows . She shifts in his lap,Azriel half-sprawled beneath her, wings still flared, the tips curling slightly toward her. One hand slides around his waist, her fingers glowing brighter as they dip to where wing meets spine.

He groans, one wing shuddering violently so responsive she wonders if her light is touching something deeper than just his body. When she leans in and whispers, "I want to make you come just like this," he shudders, breath sharp, fingers digging deep into her waist.

She doesn't rush. She teases ,light brushing back and forth, slow circles, soft heat against raw nerves. His wings arch and twitch with every pass. The membrane's smooth under her fingers, warm and velvet soft, stretched over strength she can feel beneath.

Azriel's panting by the time she moves her other hand down to his belt, whispering, "You'll tell me if it's too much."

His voice breaks when he says, "Please don't stop."

Her light pulses warmer now. Brighter. Like it feels him getting closer. Azriel's head tips back against the headboard, lips parting, chest rising fast. His shadows are gone ,disappeared like they know this moment belongs to her alone. To her hands. Her mouth. Her light.

Elain straddles him fully now, her dress soft against his bare chest. One hand glowing as she traces slow, patterns over his wings. The other slowly palming him through his pants. He's so hard it's painful.

Azriel bits down on a curse when she shifts again, hips rocking slightly. Her breasts pressed against him. Her glowing fingers trailing just barely down the inner edge of his wing.

He's shaking and she's never seen him like this.

"Please," he murmurs ,voice low. "Elain..."

"I know," she says.

She undoes his belt and frees him.

But she doesn't touch him. Just leans in, mouth pressing a kiss on his neck, her hand glowing again as she reaches to his wing. Stroking. Rubbing light over that sensitive seam again, again.

The glow sinks into him. The pleasure's too much. His wings twitch ,arch and flare, fully extended now, tips trembling, shaking with her touch.

She finally wraps her hand around him ,warm, still glowing slightly. He lets out a moan, thrusting into her grip with a broken sound, hips jolting up. "Fuck…"

Elain leans in and licks slowly up the side of his throat, her glowing hand still wrapped around him. Then she whispers against his skin, "Come for me."

And he does.

Azriel breaks apart in her hand, back arching as he groans her name. Her light never leaves his skin, wrapping around him, holding all of him. His wings jerk once, twice, then collapse down behind him, twitching.

Elain holds him through it, still glowing.

And when he finally slumps forward, breathless, wings curled slightly inward like he's trying to hide the vulnerability she just saw, she presses a kiss behind his ear and says, "You're so beautiful like this."

Azriel cups her face gently, his hazel eyes glowing ,smoldering with pleasure. He presses a kiss to her lips before burying his face in her neck. After a long breath, he whispers, "I've never felt anything like that."

Elain smiles, feeling her heart flutter a little and presses a kiss to his shoulder, her fingers brushing lightly over his back. Happiness blooms inside her, knowing she's given him something he's never had before ,something only she could.

[elrieldreamer]

Remember how Rhysand spent 49 years Under the Mountain and never showed his wings to anyone until he trusted Feyre and wanted to show it to her. His most precious secret thing.

And then remember how Azriel offered Elain his hand, his most secret, hated, shameful thing and she took it and whispered ‘beautiful’ and then in the garden, he went ahead and immediately showed her his wings.

[elrieldreamer]

—Sylvia Plath, "Apprehensions"

[elrieldreamer]

Tarot + Chocolate | Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Just Friends

Summary: Azriel and Elain go on a not-date and agree to some very idiotic rules that they almost immediately break.

CW: parent death, domestic abuse, child abuse

Preview:

“Sometimes, I think we could just do that, keep things simple, satisfy our physical cravings of each other with no need to be anything more. But then…then I realize that there is something deeper drawing me to you, and that I want to show you. But that I need you to trust me, to open your mind, to be willing to experience things that you would so charmingly call ‘bullshit.’”

Azriel scoffed a little bit, bringing his wine glass to his mouth, only to find it empty. They had finished the bottle while they had questioned each other, so he leaned back, waiting for Elain to ask her next question.

“What are you thinking right now?”

A small grin spread across Azriel’s face. That was an easy answer. “I’m thinking that I want to share the song of the wind with you.”

Elain cocked her head, though a smile broke across her own face as well. “What is the song of the wind?”

Azriel stood, sliding his wallet out of his pocket and dropping cash on the table. He held his hand out to her. “Let me show you.”

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[elrieldreamer]

I don't have it in me to care just to get some massive disappointment.

This is a sentiment that I and so many people have now because all of SJM's last works have been major disappointments. If the character is solid then the plot is cheap and lazy and if the plot is decent and engaging enough then the characters are all lukewarm and talk like they're AI generated. I know she's signed another deal and isn't giving up writing anytime soon but I sincerely believe that Maas no longer has that dawgg in her. Maybe I'm too dramatic but at this point in her career she should be getting better instead her writing is only reaching new lows. ACOSF? Extremely mediocre. HOFAS? forgettable at best, unreadable at worst. The fact that the whole book was leaked by someone at BB only two weeks prior and nobody did a thing about it makes me wonder if someone in BB really hates her ass lol.

Acotar for me is done I think. I've stopped caring now because the different treatment of the characters and the favouritism has greatly pissed me off now. I was hanging in there for HOFAS hoping that Elain might make an appearance or play some kind of role so as to set up the grounds for her to be the next MC but nope. We never got that. It's Nesta and Rhysand back to hating each other. It's repetitive and annoying like there are other characters in the story?? When are they going to get their moment to shine? The way sjm so strongly signaled Nesta as the next protagonist but insists on keeping Elain on the veryyy sidelines of the overall story doesn't sit right with me. It's clear Maas doesn't like female characters that aren't holding swords and marching into battle and that's why I just know she'll screw Elain so better jump the sinking ship now than later.

I do believe that HOFAS wasn't a book that she intended to put out. Whatever happened somewhere in the making of it, in the editing, really went off the rails. The HOFAS that she described in that Live and the HOFAS that we got are two totally different books. So I don't know. Is it indicative of how she writes now? But I feel like her lack of interest in promoting or ever mentioning HOFAS indicates embarrassment? displeasure? whatever it is, but I don't think she is proud of that book in any way shape or form.

So I hope it is NOT indicative of her writing now.

I think that there are too many cooks in her kitchen. She needs to drastically pare down the number of editors and have 1-2 trusted people, whom she'd actually listen to, and who are honest with her, but also, who aren't 'writing' their own books through her. I've noticed that that could happen at times. Editors have their own 'vision' of someone else's book, and try to make it what they want it to be, instead of what the author wants it to be. It feels like that's what happened with HOFAS.

Crescent City was a GREAT book. I couldn't put it down. But it should've just been that one book. Or maybe a duology at best. The fact that CC became a bloated mess is a darn shame.

I don't know. It's difficult for me to say honestly what the future will bring. I think the next book will be the decisive book for me and it will point to whether she'll be an author i'll be reading in the future or not.

[elrieldreamer]

*Gwynn listing all the ways she maimed and killed in the Blood Rite*

Azriel: 😍🥹😘🥰💍

But whatever makes you sleep at night.

[elrieldreamer]

Hyperventilating. I am LOVING this!!! 😍😭🥹

Tarot + Chocolate | Chapter 5

Chapter 5: Now & Then

Summary: Elain continues to have visions of the past, and Azriel is surprised at work.

CW: minor blood

Preview:

Another Monday, Elain thought to herself as she bustled about her kitchen, making a late morning tea. She had a lot to do today to get ready for her week, including sweeping and mopping her shop floor, restocking popular tinctures, and testing a new recipe for itch cream. Yet she had spent her morning dilly-dallying in her garden, picking fat strawberries and eating them right there on her rooftop.

She had spent her entire weekend trying to puzzle out what her Sight was trying to tell her with her card reading, and waiting for Azriel to say something in response to her.

He never did.

She cursed herself more than once for being unable to hide her emotions in that ominous moment, for having scared him off so thoroughly. He thought he had hurt her, and she just wanted him to know that he had not, that he didn’t need to punish himself.

So she waited, seeing those cards endlessly in her head even through her working hours and doing readings for other customers, but was nowhere closer to an answer about what they meant.

Elain moved slowly and lazily through her kitchen, carefully selecting a tea leaf blend. She was about to pick up the kettle to pour steaming water in the mug when the world went white around her. She was only aware of falling and the sound of breaking china before she was pulled by mist-kissed hands into the Void.

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[elrieldreamer]

It’s genuinely funny how some people go to such lengths to dismiss all the Elriel interactions and obvious foreshadowing, while at the same time they’re trying to find deep, hidden meanings in vague or irrelevant lines and interactions to support their own interpretations. If anyone is reaching, it’s not us.

[elrieldreamer]

[elrieldreamer]

Anyone else just doesn't really think of Lucien and Elain as a possibility, and is firmly team Lucien and Vassa? Like when someone mentions Elucien I need to do a double take to remember that some people think it's still a thing?

Or just me?

[elrieldreamer]

It's funny how Vassa has been in the series indirectly ever since ACOMAF, and directly since ACOWAR. She is also directly connected to the Big Bad of the series, to the Archeron sisters via their father, to Elain via her visions, to Lucien, and to the Cauldron via both Elain and Jurian. Not to mention that she played an integral part in winning the war AND is now living Lucien, who is directly connected to the IC, and again, Elain.

Yet she is 'unimportant' and 'forgettable'.

But the chick who isn't connected to anyone but Nesta, has been in one book, and who cut a ribbon, is SO important that she is apparently the next FMC.

Make it make sense.

[elrieldreamer]

Headcanon:

When Azriel visited his mother during the second Solstice, he was a little lost in his thoughts and seemed different than usual because he had bought Elain a gift and knew Lucien would be there, and that alone was eating him up. He wasn't sure if he should give it to her.

His mother noticed the change and understood from the look in his eyes, that there was someone on his mind, that he was hurting because of love.

She probably didn't push just told him, as he left: "Whoever she is, I hope you let her love you. You deserve it Azriel. You always have."

So when he's finally with Elain, he will take her to meet his mother.

[elrieldreamer]

“Elain and Azriel are hiding aspects of themselves around each other”

straight up misinformation that certainly didnt come from the canon text. The only thing thats being hidden is Azriel thinking Elain could be his mate. Thats it.

“Elain and Azriel have unequal power imbalance”

“Light and Dark” “Fawn and death” -> equal imageries. Feyre noting how Az must’ve gone through the same thing as Elain -> tells us readers their powers are similar. Generally, its a naive thing to say that elriel dont have unequal power balance when Nessian, a canon couple, is right there. Cassian is no where near the same power level as Nesta yet they balance each other out in different ways.

”elriel are just lusting after each other”

quick tell me where it was clear Nessian were in LOVE with each other pre-acosf. Where did Nesta or Cass admit to loving each other? They didnt, but we still knew they cared. How? Nesta being ready to die for Cass. In the exact way Az was ready to die for Elain. As with many other examples, again. This is a NA romance series, Lust is important. Its necessary and a key part of the genre.

”they have nothing in common”

aside from them both being the most beautiful, quiet, sassy waltz-loving introverts - again. Tell me what did Nessian or even Feysand have in common before their books? I didnt read about Rhys painting or Cass giggling over romance books so…

“no connective narrative ties”

just because you couldnt comprehend the foreshadowing or chose to ignore it doesnt mean its not there for the rest of us normal readers. Spying, cauldron, truth teller and the prison. Its written out as clear as day in the books.

”they got each other terrible gifts!”

. The headache powder showed us readers that Elain pays ATTENTION to Azriel especially after we’re told how everyone gets him generic gifts such as daggers and swords. This gift showed that someome is seeing him, hence why Az said it’s invaluable. “But he stared at it without using it!” Omfg. Mass puts the book she loves on her nightstand. Amren puts her jewels from her bf on her nightstand. I put my gifts on my nightstand, untouched and unused. Why? Because of how much they mean, looking at them makes you feel happy, loved and seen. When something becomes precious to you, you tend to not use it. You look after it and place it somewhere so you can admire it, that is what Az did with Elains gift. The rose necklace- A flower that clearly means something to Elain as her own precious father carved out a rose figurine for her- was symbolic of elain as a character and the way she is perceived. The 3 colours all spesk to aspects of elain. Love, strength, beauty and bravery. A plain pendent-> how readers often characterise Elain as a plain, unassuming character UNTIL the *light* hits it. When Elain is placed in specific situations we see aspects of her character for example when she was escaping the hybern camp with Azriel and the hounds attacked. We saw Elain - who was very passive in acowar and even before then - bravery kick the hounds of Azriel, saving him from being dragged down. We saw her determination amd strength. The necklace is a metaphorical way to show us who Elain is. It’s embarrassing if its nuance flew over your head ngl. the earplugs showed us 1) Elriels similar humour AND how familiar Az and Elain are to each other, where everyone is afraid or wary of Azriel we have Elain Archeron being so easy around Az, the big scary shadowsinger, she got him a “gag” gift.

Trying to show elriel as superficial is embarrassing when each point is so easily disproven if you read the books with an unbiased lens. Something certain antis are incapable of doing.

[elrieldreamer]

Here is the thing:

Lucien cares about his mate.

Lucien doesn’t care about Elain.

Azriel cares about Elain.

Azriel doesn’t care about conceptual mate bond.

Lucien cares about a mate that was given to him and whom he is obligated to care for due to instincts and societal expectations.

Azriel cares about Elain the person.

Hope this helps.

[elrieldreamer]

A quick reminder, because apparently people don't know how to read:

Elain didn't abandon Nesta.

Nesta abandoned Elain. Over and over and over again. Going so far as to bypass her and pretend not to see her at the market.

Elain and Cassian were the two people who tried and tried and tried again. And kept trying. Even when they knew that it wouldn't lead anywhere.

Name ONE gift that Nesta gave Elain or Cassian. It's okay, I'll wait. None. You are right. None. On the other hand, I can name every gift that they gave her.

Not 'understanding' that Elain cried when she saw Nesta at HOW over Nesta not getting better isn't because Elain is malicious, or resentful, or cruel. It's because Elain is watching someone she LOVES languishing. It's not because 'oh, it's been two weeks and she isn't getting better!' It's because there is no progress. She knows it will take time, but it doesn't mean that it's not hard on her. Why should we only see one side of the equation? The same people who claim that Feyre is an unreliable narrator, for some reason feel that Nesta is 100% reliable? Addiction or illness don't just impact the addict or the sick person. It impacts everyone around them. It's often families and friends who bear the brunt of the burden.

Nesta only felt anger. Elain felt sorrow.

That people don't understand this and the nuance of how Nesta's situation was absorbed and handled by each sister is kind of concerning.

[elrieldreamer]

Elriel headcanon , Couple Era ✨️

Azriel matches Elain's underwear

She doesn't notice it at first. Not until she's standing in front of the mirror in soft lilac lace, brushing out her hair and Azriel walks past shirtless, sleepy and wearing boxers in the exact same shade.

She blinks

He smirks

"Coincidence?" she asks.

"What do you think?" he says, disappearing into the closet like it's nothing.

But then it happens again and again. Pale pink, cobalt blue. The black with the tiny floral lace she knows he had to look for ,he matched that one on purpose.

She doesn't comment ,just watches him quietly amused and trying not to grin every time he shows up wearing whatever color she picked that morning. Though more than once, she's tempted to slip her hand under his waistband and make him confess he's doing it on purpose…

Sometimes it's subtle, but sometimes it's absolutely not, like the day she wears that deep wine red set, all satin and lace, and later he takes off his leathers and… there it is ,matching

He meets her stare, shrugs

"You love when things match"

She does, but what she loves even more is that he notices. Loves that he never makes a big deal of it, never says a word. He just shows up, dressed like a lovely secret only she gets to see.

[elrieldreamer]

A little Elriel scene 🫶

I was listening to a song called 'Violent' by Shiadanni and I ended up writing this

Part 1

Elain stood in front of the door of the Townhouse soaked and shaking. Her fingers hovered over the handle then she turned it. The door creaked open.

And the first thing she saw was him.

Azriel stood in the middle of the foyer, breathing hard like he'd just flown through the storm. Rain dripped from his hair, his chest rising and falling beneath his leathers, and his wings still trembled.

He froze when he saw her

She mirrored him motionless

"Elain?"he breathed

Her lips parted. She hadn't expected him here.

"You weren't supposed to be here," she said softly, her dress plastered to her skin from the rain.

"I could say the same to you." he said, his eyes roaming over her soaked dress and the curve of her body.

She stepped inside slowly, the door clicking shut behind her. Neither of them moved. Until he turned his back to her, like it was the only way he could hold himself together.

"I had a nightmare " he said, voice low .

"I had a dream " she responded.

His hands clenched at his sides.

"I couldn't sleep"he said, voice distant

Her throat tightened "Me neither."

He gave a bitter laugh "No I doubt you did."

"I tried to outrun it " he said. "Whatever the fuck it is that keeps showing me things I don't want to see."

Her breath hitched

"I tell myself it's just a nightmare" he said, "just my mind playing games. But I still wake up with my fists clenched, with blood in my mouth. With your name on my tongue and someone else's hands on you."

Elain flinched but didn't look away.

He turned around

And his eyes Mother above, his eyes were wild red rimmed.

"I was going to leave ,but I didn't."

He went on, "I sat on the edge of my bed and told myself you were mine." His voice cracked. "That you always were."

"And I fucked my hand " he said. "Like a godsdamned coward."

"I said your name "he whispered, "like it'd keep me from flying off and gutting someone who..." His voice dropped to a snarl. "It didn't help, so I flew here."

Elain's lungs wouldn't fill.

She tried to speak, but her mouth felt dry

"My dream was about you" she whispered.

Azriel stilled.

"I didn't mean to" she went on voice trembling. "I didn't want to. But I kept waking up in the middle of the night… aching."

He didn't move, but his wings curled inward.

"I told myself it was nothing" she said. "That it would go away. That I could forget the way it felt to…" Her voice caught. "To need you that much."

"But it got worse." She swallowed. "I'd sleep just to find you. Then wake up empty. With my hands between my thighs and your name on my lips."

Azriel made a noise then

"I guess I'm not healing right " she whispered.

That finally made him move.

He crossed the space between them in two long steps. His leathers brushed her soaked dress, his hand rose but stopped a breath from her cheek. She lifted her chin. Rain dripped from her long lashes.

"I dreamed of you" she said slower this time. "And I woke up hating that it wasn't real."

She watched him shudder.

His fingers swept her hair back, then traced a slow, gentle line along her jaw.

"I'm sorry " he whispered. "Sorry to haunt you like this. To be yours in dreams, but not in daylight."

She swallowed hard. "But I'm here now."

She met his gaze breath soft "And I could give you the day."

He growled ,then his lips were at her neck, just breathing her in. "You're not real " he murmured against her skin. "I've seen you like this too many times. I don't believe it anymore."

"I'm real "she said. "And I'm not leaving."

Azriel was shaking. She could feel it in the way his breath ghosted over her skin. Elain didn't wait.

Her hand rose and slipped behind his neck. His damp hair clung to her fingers thick and soft.

She whispered "Touch me."

And that was it. Azriel swept her into his arms.

Elain gasped his strength, the force of it stole her breath. He carried her like she weighed nothing. One arm beneath her knees the other across her back, pressing her to his chest.

She clung to him arms tight around his neck, her cheek brushing his jaw. His skin was damp from the rain but he burned. His scent wrapped around cedar and beneath it all, something purely him that made her dizzy.

She shut her eyes, letting her head rest against him as he moved but his breath was still ragged, his heart thundering beneath her palm. She could feel every beat of him his chest shifting under her, the tension in his arms ,the rise of his wings.

She could feel where his leathers pressed against her thighs, the rough texture dragging across her skin .Heat pooled low in her belly.

At the top of the stairs, he stopped before a door she knew was hers. With one hand still holding her, he reached for the handle. The door creaked open.

He paused just inside the room. Then his shadows clicked the door shut behind them.

He walked to the edge of the bed and carefully set her down on the mattress. Her breath caught as he looked at her ,drank her in.

His gaze traced the rise of her breasts beneath the sheer fabric, the curve of her hips, the way the wet dress clung to the shape of her legs. Droplets of rain clung to her skin, catching the light and shining like stars.

His throat bobbed as he swallowed

She could feel him pulling himself apart, trying not to reach for her. And then he dropped to his knees. Right there between her legs. Elain's heart lurched.

His leathers groaned with the movement, wings folding in tight behind him. Yet he didn't touch her. He braced his palms on either side of her knees, head bowed chest heaving as if he'd flown a war's length just to kneel before her.

Then he lifted his head, his gaze meeting hers and he bent forward. Pressed his lips to her knee

Elain's breath caught in her throat as her skin flushed beneath the heat of his mouth.

His nose brushed along her thigh before he lifted his head again, eyes locking on hers. And there it was in his eyes that glint of madness.

"Elain" he said. "I saw him touching you."

She blinked "In the nightmare?"

His jaw tightened "Lucien."

Elain stilled

"I saw his hands on your skin" he went on. "I saw you smiling. Moaning ,reaching for him."

She made a soft sound but he kept going.

"And I couldn't move" he growled. "I watched him take you. I watched him hold you the way I was meant to and you said his name not mine."

Her throat worked "I don't…"

He surged forward "I woke up ready to burn the world down" he said teeth bared. "I would have killed him for something that wasn't even real. For a godsdamned dream."

She could see it now how close to the edge he was. How his shadows curled like serpents at his back.

"I can't…"His voice cracked "I can't stand the thought of losing you. Not even in sleep."

Her breath hitched

"I know it's wrong " he rasped. "This thing in me... it's sick but I need you. Without you Elain…" He shook his head, something broken in his voice. "Please forgive me."

Her hands moved one slid to his jaw, the other pressed against his chest over the place where his heart thundered.

"There's nothing to forgive" she said softly. "Because I want you."

His eyes flicked up to hers. She didn't look away.

"I want you" she repeated. "Not in dreams ,not in nightmares. Here ,now."

He let out a shuddered breath. His eyes searched hers then dropped to her mouth, like it has the answer to a question he'd been dying to ask.

"What did you see?" he rasped "In the dream?

Her lips parted

"Tell me" he breathed voice low. "Tell me what I did to you."

His hands curled tighter into the sheets on either side of her.

Elain held his gaze

Her fingers slid down his throat soft and slow. "You weren't gentle" she said.

Azriel froze

"In my dream" she went on "you didn't ask or wait. You didn't hold back."

A shudder rippled through him, his wings twitching.

"You had me against the wall" she whispered. "One hand fisting my hair, the other lifting my leg. You told me to look at you."

She watched the way his eyes darkened.

"You said you were done pretending. That my heart belonged to you, and you were going to show me why." Her voice trembled from the memory of heat, of desperation. "You tore the dress from my body."

Azriel's chest rose and fell, his breaths uneven "Elain…"

"You bit me," she said. "Right here." Her fingers drifted to the curve of her shoulder.

"You said I was driving you insane "she whispered. "That you'd waited so long, you weren't sure you knew how to be gentle anymore."

His jaw clenched so tightly but still, he didn't touch her.

Her eyes didn't waver "You kept saying my name. Over and over."

"And then you told me to look at you" she murmured. "That if I said your name you'd give me anything. Everything ,and I did. I said it."

He exhaled ragged. "Say it."

"Azriel "

He shuddered again

"You kissed me like you hated me" she continued voice trembling . "Like you resented how badly you needed me. How deep it ran. You said you didn't know if you wanted to bury yourself inside me or fall to your knees and beg me to never leave."

Azriel closed his eyes. Like if he looked at her a second longer, he'd lose the last shred of control he had.

"And when it was done…"

Her voice faltered "You looked like you were afraid."

He opened his eyes

"I told you not to be" she said softly. "Because I liked that side of you because I wanted it."

His hands moved then, rising to her thigh.

She leaned forward until her forehead touched his. "I want the part of you that watches from the shadows," she whispered "The part that dreams of how I look how I sound when I moan your name."

His hand slid higher

"I want the male who wakes up ready to kill for me." Then his hands were on her hips, lifting her just enough to pull her forward into the edge of the bed and into his body. His mouth hovered over hers.

"I want the one who doesn't let go" she whispered.

"I'll never let go" he said. "Even if it damns me."

"Then damn us both" she said.

And his mouth crashed onto hers...