24 chapter 23 Run

Euphoria. That was the word I was looking for. My body tingled with white-hot pleasure and it took time for my muddled brain to realize that my body was glowing in the darkness, illuminating Azreal who's bent over between my legs, feasting on me like I'm the best meal he's ever had. His tongue stroked me long and hard making me look heavenwards and I could only see the white sparkles floating around us. Its source was my body. Evaporating from me into the dark nothingness above.

Whatever white energy I was producing was not normal and I had half the mind to care about that as I was hit by another wave of pleasure making me whimper in response. The answering growl is feral and vicious. And all it does is heighten the pleasure radiating from where his mouth is connected.

I hate him. I hate him so much that it consumes me and he's all that I can think about. This God-like villain is hellbent on claiming every part of me as his own. His large palm presses on my lower stomach pinning me down. His grip is possessive and our gazes lock once again before I come undone. "Remember this moment,"

he growls deeply, But I lose focus, and it all fades to black as his teeth join in, sucking and biting before easing the sting with his tongue. It doesn't take long before his tongue lashes at my clit in just the right way that an orgasm explodes out of me before I can process it. Tears of pleasure run down my cheeks as he withdraws with one last languid stroke on my folds. He licks his lips in the process and the gleam in his eyes tells me he is barely restraining himself from diving back in.

I'm terrified. He's been doing this all night and I am on the verge of passing out from the number of orgasms I've had.

"Please," 'huff' "I'm tired. I can't. No more" My voice sounds hoarse and my breaths were shallow.

"But this is just the start my Nyeela." I didn't know what that word meant but the energy in me shifted when he said it. Nyeela.

Azreal tore his eyes away from mine and looked at the white sparkles in the air.

"I had a feeling from the moment I met you and What I suspected was true. It took a push to bring out the true nature of your own free will."

The image of the child being whipped in the throne room flashes before my eyes. Did he plan it? I feel my fury rising as I started to struggle and kick him with all my strength.

Azreal laughs softly as he grabs my ankle and kisses it. "Now, now. behave or what happens next will be more painful than necessary."

My eyes widen at his implication as my core throbs with need.

No! Enough!

"I don't want this! set me free. I'm just a lowlife human that means nothing to you!"

breathing hard, I watched his emotionless face regard me curiously, the glow of the sparkles makes him look handsome and I hate it.

He climbs on top of me and his green eyes bore into mine. "One day, you will realize that you are not trapped in a prison," he murmurs against my lips.

"You are in my church as you humans call it where I am your God. I'm not a jail, little pet, I am your sanctuary."

My mouth dries. The tip of my tongue darts out, wetting my bottom lip and swiping across his lips by accident. Just a brush, but enough to light a spark. An answering growl arises. "what sanctuary beats me bloody till I almost die?"

He chuckles in response.

"One that will help you grow."

There was an evil spark in his eyes and my heart dropped.

"I will give you a chance little mouse." He says as he gets off. I hurry away from the bed and to my dismay, the light sparkles follow me like I'm some dumb fairy.

"You may use the west wing of this ship." He says slowly. but I did not understand. use it for what.

"And I will show you over and over again that you belong to me."

"What are you going to do to me?" I breathe out. Scared for my life.

"I'm going to ruin you," he says. His smile widens. I take a step back, a lump forming in my throat. His image moves, Is he coming closer? I can't tell. I take another step back, the adrenaline in my system rising to dangerous levels. He's scaring me. "Run," he growls. My lungs constrict at the guttural command. "If I catch you, I fuck you." Eyes widening, I listen, my body catapulting into action. I run.

Here, I'm completely vulnerable to him. I'm well and truly trapped in the spider's web, and the son of a bitch is poisonous.

The room doors open as I grab ragnars cloak and run for my life.

His laugh echoes down the hallway and he sounds evil. Just like how I remembered him to be.